I was a charlatan in India

Chapter 93 Compassion

"Big Brother Tian?"

Arti's hopes for a long life have clearly been dashed.

In fact, Shenhe and the divine both heard her prayer.

But they simply couldn't spare the time to respond.

The pain caused by the game is something that Shenhe and Shenxing, who are racing against time to revive, must fight for.

As long as one awakens in advance, even if it's just for a fleeting moment, one can use the blessing to suppress the opponent, thus snowballing the advantage and completely determining the outcome of the battle.

They had to give it their all.

Shenhe is already at a disadvantage.

Because divinity is almost born for faith, it is extremely compatible with the frenzied and chaotic feedback of believers.

In other words, he absorbed it faster than Shenhe, and his conversion efficiency was also higher than Shenhe's.

At first, Shenhe restrained himself due to concerns about the pollution caused by believers, but now there is no turning back.

Whether it's madness or resentment, take them all down as long as they provide power!

If this match hadn't been so harmonious, Shenhe would probably have lost itself by now.

"Bang!"

On the field, the goalkeeper swung his durian and smashed it hard into a player's chest.

As for whether he was fighting teammates or enemies, he couldn't tell at all.

At this moment, the headscarves on the field had changed hands several times, making it impossible to identify the individuals.

The players were beaten black and blue, dizzy and disoriented, and they couldn't even tell which team they belonged to anymore.

All I know is the slogan that was repeatedly used to brainwash people in the factory!

"The tiger serves the sea, suffering and stunned; the insect-collecting pill is like a pineapple sprout!"

"Beat it! Let it go! Naan!"

Look at the feet!

The first person in history to take a shot on goal has yet to appear, but in this Mauryan dynasty, someone has already used the Spartan kick.

boom!

The powerful kick sent one person flying backward, landing on the ground where he twitched a few times before falling silent.

"good!"

"pretty!"

The applause was continuous.

Cheers and wails mingled, and even the audience members blushed.

Absolutely right! This is exactly the kind of show I want!

However, before the person could figure out if it was him who had stood out, he was punched in the back of the head and fell to the ground, dazed and confused.

The first half of the game is coming to an end.

The current score is 0-0.

We have an excellent matchmaking system that ensures evenly matched teams, which is truly commendable.

"Awoooooo!"

Some players have already transformed into beasts, wielding teammates or opponents as heavy weapons and unleashing their full power.

As for the strange cry, it's unclear whose mouth it came from.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Within the divine space, divine power also flew about wildly.

As soon as the power of asceticism entered the space, under Shenhe's command, it converged into streaks of dark red missiles, which blasted towards the giant eye formed by divinity.

It's not difficult; it's similar to manipulating incense ash.

However, the bombing did not cause any real damage.

As it approaches the giant eye, a light barrier of the same color will block it.

This light screen also consumes the power of arduous cultivation.

Shenhe had realized that, in terms of absorption speed, he could never match this divinity.

However, he can wear down opponents.

Because fundamentally, divinity belongs to both oneself and divinity. If Shenhe attacks divinity, it is essentially fighting against itself!

He can exhaust both sides again.

Of course, this is not a solution.

Because divinity will not dissipate in this tug-of-war, but Shenhe's consciousness is indeed being eroded by believers.

It's just that if you lose, you can flip the table and start over.

Each time Shenhe unleashed his power to bombard the giant eye, he felt a layer of his consciousness being erased.

This feeling is not forgetting; it's more like... a distortion of importance.

Many things that I used to care about are gradually fading away.

For example, one's own past, worries about the future...

Or perhaps more things that were once cherished.

Whether they are believers in this world or relatives and friends in modern times, their images are beginning to blur, and the past is becoming irrelevant.

Shenhe's brain remembers everything, but none of it matters anymore.

Only one thought remained clear: this divinity could not be allowed to be born.

Even if it delays us for a while, we'll do our best no matter what!

This is strange.

From any perspective, family should be more important than this matter.

Even Shenhe himself had some doubts.

However, he did not delay his actions and still tried his best to prevent the other party from arriving.

I've even started to become indifferent to thinking about it...

Divinity was not annoyed by Shenhe's unreasonable and disruptive attacks.

Firstly, Shenhe is merely the consciousness of a human being.

Even without erosion, it would naturally perish in a few decades; it is merely clinging to life now.

Secondly...

Shenhe was his own follower.

This act of attacking oneself is undoubtedly a form of asceticism.

Divinity has no reason to prevent believers from practicing asceticism.

So even though he knew Shenhe couldn't afford to flip the table, he patiently played along with him in this battle of wits.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't even qualify as an offensive or defensive battle.

That's not how you fight a war of gods.

True divine wars usually involve annihilating the opponent's followers with swift and decisive action, and then merging with the opponent while the god is weakened.

To the divine, Shenhe's struggles were nothing more than flirting with the power of asceticism.

Even the battle with the Vengeful Golden Buddha earlier was hardly a divine war.

As far as the gods are concerned, as long as they don't swallow or merge with the believers, or annihilate them all, it's just a piece of cake.

"Shall we continue?"

Another wave of arduous training surged in.

The divine nature communicated with the Shen River without any ripples.

"Come!"

Shenhe gritted his teeth, once again gathering his divine power, and blasted it towards the giant eye.

court.

The first half is nearing its end.

Most of them were clutching their wounds and groaning as they collapsed to the ground; only the goalkeepers from both sides remained standing.

They stood facing each other, gazing at the crowd of wailing and screaming people.

"Hehehe, in the end, the battle will still be decided between you and me."

"Overestimating your abilities!"

"You'll soon understand that this goalkeeper is upholding the dignity of my South City!"

The goalkeeper in the south of the city was short in stature, but had a sinister and ruthless look in his eyes. He was the same guy who had just been hacking at someone with a durian.

"Hmph, I'm afraid your dignity will be trampled under my feet today!"

The goalkeeper from West City was tall and strong, clearly someone who had done heavy physical labor; his arms and legs exuded power.

He spread his arms wide, fully displaying his physique.

"However, if you can be defeated by me, then consider yourself glorious!"

...It turns out that the trash talk of humankind is essentially the same throughout history and across the world.

The two men stared at each other, their eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Damn, this is what it means to be alive.

Even if you get maimed, killed, or have your legs broken on the court, it's better than just living a muddled and aimless life!

At this moment, both of them felt that they had already stood out from the crowd and were about to be extricated from the absurd fighting and ascend to the status of superiors in this battle for dignity!

Oh, oh, oh, the superior person!

Mahata sat in the audience, his monk's robe trailing on the ground, covered in mud.

As he watched the two sides stand in a stalemate, he secretly began to make his own plans.

As we mentioned before, this high monk came with a mission.

He was to carry out Ashoka's will and preach in this place.

This sport called football is truly cruel, but judging from the audience's reaction, it will probably become increasingly popular.

If we were to preach here, we would definitely have to deal with this first.

Could it be that the order Buddha gave earlier was for this very reason?

Yes, that's probably true.

That's not surprising.

Or... let's see how the local monastic community is doing and offer them some help.

After all, monks are compassionate, and they probably wouldn't fight and kill like these refugees.

Mahata thought to himself.