Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 107 The Wrathful God

The old carpenter gripped his hammer and walked forward step by step, his body trembling with extreme tension.

This craftsman doesn't seem like a brave or aggressive person, but when tempted by money, even a domestic dog can turn into a vicious wolf.

"The Gospel of the Rose 18:46."

"Halflings...don't make things difficult for us, we only want what we deserve...this money belongs to God's believers, which means it belongs to us."

Following the old carpenter's footsteps, several laborers grabbed tools as makeshift weapons and cautiously approached Geb. The halfling remained completely calm, simply leaning against "Obak" and continuously chanting prayers.

"The greedy and violent, believing they will receive God's forgiveness, act perversely, indulging their desires in God's kingdom. But while God is infinitely merciful and tolerant, His wrath is also infinite. What they did not realize is that before God's forgiveness arrives, those who disobey His will will receive punishment commensurate with their evil deeds."

"Shut up, halfling...shut up!"

"What you have in your hands should be used to build churches, not to harm people," Geb said slowly.

The old carpenter didn't answer, perhaps because he dared not. He had already walked to a position five steps away from Gebu. The sun was setting, and the statue cast a long shadow in the sunset, covering the man's body.

"I'll give you one more chance... Get out of the way." The old man raised his hammer, trembling, and threatened Gebu.

"I'll give you one more chance. Lay down your weapon," Geb replied calmly. "Otherwise, divine punishment will fall upon you."

Upon hearing the words "divine punishment," the old carpenter subconsciously raised his head and looked at the expressionless "Obak" statue.

He froze for a moment, then immediately lowered his head, gritted his teeth, wrinkled his nose, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

Just as the old man was about to raise his hammer, Gebu stood still, opened his mouth and let out a huge roar that shook the very core of people's bodies!

"Vide, Irae Dei"

Behold! The wrath of the gods!

Suddenly, the shadow of the statue seemed to grow wings, rapidly changing shape and blotting out the sky. The old man was stunned and looked up instantly.

"Th...what is that?!"

One worker pointed out a finger, and everyone on the construction site looked up at the sky at the same time!

The shadow grew larger and larger, reaching the clouds and treetops... its shape became clearer and clearer, its appearance more and more terrifying.

Human face.

Lion's mane.

Dragon wings.

Scorpion tail.

A gigantic manticore swooped down on the old carpenter!

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Clang.

The hammer fell to the ground.

"Obak! Obak!!!" The old carpenter's lower body went limp, as if he had no bones, and he collapsed to the ground.

The scorpion lion rapidly approached, and the old man closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and curled up into a ball.

"I'm dead!" he screamed with all his might, his voice hoarse from shouting.

But the old man did not die. He opened his eyes and saw the halfling's body blocking his way.

The tiny figure appeared so majestic! As if possessing divinity!

"Obak above! Forgive this lost lamb!" Geb cried out!

The manticore swooped down in front of the two men, abruptly flapping its wings to brake mid-air, then turned at an obtuse angle, skimming the ground as it flew towards the restless workers!

"Obak above!"

"Help!"

"Don't kill me! Kill him, don't kill me!" A worker pushed the guy next to him to the ground and ran backward.

The manticore completely ignored the person on the ground and instead chased after the guy's back!

This person had a physical disability; one leg was shorter, causing him to run in a wobbly, comical way. At that moment, he didn't care about that, running and jumping as if he wanted to create sparks and lightning.

"Help!"

Taking advantage of this moment, Gebu quickly grabbed the old man's arm on the ground—the man's crotch was soaked, and liquid was flowing out of his trouser legs. He was limp all over and could neither be supported nor sat up.

"Get up quickly! The manticore might turn around!"

Upon hearing this, the old man scrambled to his feet, not knowing where to run, and simply followed Gebu to hide at the foot of the statue.

"Quickly! Offer everything to Obak! Beg for the gods' forgiveness!"

"I...I..."

"What are you hesitating for!" Gebu pointed at the manticore—the monster had chased the workers to pieces and was now turning around and flying back!

The old man was terrified and threw the entire pouch at the feet of the statue. The dozen or so gold coins collided with the gold coins on the ground through the pouch, making a few muffled sounds.

When Geb saw the old man do as he was told, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face. He manipulated the silent phantom, herding the scattered workers back to the foot of the statue like a flock of sheep.

"Hurry! Take the money! Don't leave a single penny!"

Now the old man is completely on Gebu's side. He was just advising everyone not to donate, but now he's made a complete 180-degree turn and is forcing the workers to hand over their money! Anyone who's too slow gets beaten up.

"Hey, don't do it... Yes, drop the money here, then kneel down and pray... Don't be afraid, Oppa will protect you."

Gebu chatted idly for a bit, without lifting a finger. In just a few minutes, all the wages he had paid out earlier were returned to the base of the statue, with some money left over.

Seeing that the charade was nearly over, Gebu manipulated the manticore to circle in the air, while he led the terrified workers in loud prayers toward the statue—they were incoherent, not even knowing what they were saying, only repeating Gebu's words. Gebu saw that several of them had wet their pants, found it amusing, and teased them.

“These damp underpants are proof of our cowardice,” Geb said. The others repeated. “Under the Lord’s wrath, this yellow stream is proof of our repentance to the Lord.”

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I was wrong, please forgive me, Lord Gebu. I disobeyed the will of the gods, I deserve to die... Forgive me..." The old carpenter clutched his chest, breathing heavily, his words incoherent. After his violent movements, he was now sitting on the ground, unable to move.

Having thoroughly exhausted these people, Gebu sent the manticore illusion into the forest, and then addressed the workers:

"The gods have given you a chance! Run!!! If you can get back to town before the manticore returns, you'll be safe!"

"Thank you, God!!! Long live Opak!"

The workers filed out and ran wildly toward the town.

In an instant, only the old carpenter remained at the foot of the statue. He struggled to his feet, took only two steps, then knelt on the ground, clutching his chest and dry heaving.

"My heart... hurts... it hurts... I feel nauseous..."

Hmph, where did that fierceness go?

Geb thought to himself, "If this guy hadn't tried to kill me, I might have spared him this time."

A person's fate is something they create themselves.

Geb bent down, opened his dimensional bag, and whistled as he stuffed the gold coins back in.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

The old man knelt on the ground, crawled forward, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Cough...I feel terrible...I can't breathe...Help..."

He used all his strength to roll over, lying on his back, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, but he just couldn't catch his breath.

A black dot appeared in the sky.

"Ha ha……"

The black spot grew larger and larger, gradually filling the old man's field of vision.

"No...Obak...Forgive me..."

The scorpion charged straight down at him.

"God..."

As the old man lay dying, the last words of his life echoed in his mind.

"Go to hell, you bastard."

The phantom of the manticore struck the ground and passed through the old man's body. He convulsed violently, crashed to the floor, and lay still.

After a while, Geb walked past him with the dimensional bag in his hand.

The old man's eyes widened, his face contorted, and his expression froze into a bizarre, ghostly face, as if he were experiencing some kind of immense fear in the last moments of his life.

Here, your wages.

Geb threw a copper coin into his open mouth.

"Someone once gave me a great piece of advice—don't let money choke you. It seems you haven't heard that saying, which is a pity."

He dragged the old man's body aside and threw it into the bushes—then went into the woods to find Dulin. The guy was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice the commotion; he's quite the character.

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On the other side of the forest, a broad-bladed scimitar sliced ​​through the dense vines.

Click. Splash.

A tall, beast-man-like man emerged from the dense forest, his magnificent antlers framing a pair of deep, beastly eyes gazing at the distant sky.

A huge flying beast glided through the sky, swooped down, and then disappeared into the forest.

"Well……"

The man pondered for a moment, then whistled behind him and spoke a short, unfamiliar phrase with a heavy nasal tone.

The language of the Wood Tribe, or Onsar language. A language originating from the ancient forest in the heart of the continent.

"Qit syms vet phe-remlit qit."

It seems we've found our target.

"Vus lion lina-ina wings."

That flying lion.

The Anselman from the deep forest snorted and raised his head like a proud stag, pointing in the direction where the manticore had disappeared.

Several dark figures instantly disappeared into the forest, rushing towards their target following the man's instructions.