Original God's Dark Priest

"I'll take you to see her right away." Asarig forced himself to remain calm, then looked at a man wearing a straw hat, "Yufuten, take the Executor and the others over there."

The man who was called immediately made an invitation gesture: "Please, please, please... Please follow me..."

Safir glanced at the stuttering man. She vaguely remembered that this man seemed to be from Asarig, but it didn't matter. Anything would do.

She followed Yuften down, and Zoya, who was following behind her, spoke up: "Asarig, where are you going?"

Asarig ran out of the camp when Safir and the others started to walk down.

At this time, Zoya called him and he turned back stiffly: "I have something to do, I will be back soon."

Saphir squinted at Asarig for a few seconds, chuckled, then walked up and patted Asarig's muscular arm: "If you have something to do, just go ahead, it's okay."

After getting Safir's consent, Asarig immediately turned around and left.

Because he was running in a hurry, he didn't notice the coldness in Saphir's eyes at all.

Zoya was a little confused: "Lord Saphir, are you just going to let him go like this?"

"Of course not, but... don't you think that the Tanit tribe is a little less respectful to us?" Saphir took out a handkerchief, wiped his palms, and looked disgusted.

Zoya nodded. She hadn’t thought about it so much, but since Saphir said so, she agreed.

"Lead the way." Saphir said this to Youften.

Not long after, Youften and Saphir and his party found Babel, of course, it was a corpse.

Because of the rush of time, Asarig did not have time to deal with Babel after killing her. Babel is now lying in a pool of blood, with bright red blood stained on her delicate cheeks, looking poignant and sad.

Looking at Babel's body, Saphir was silent.

Tadla's hands were shaking. She had wanted to seek revenge on Babel, but now that Tadla was dead, she had lost her target and fell into confusion for a moment.

"Who did this?" Safire asked knowingly.

Youften trembled and dared not speak.

"Murdering the mistress... and killing my partner... Is this an attempt to seize our Winter's Technology... So, the murderer is Asarig?" This is not difficult to guess. Not to mention that all this happened at Saphir's suggestion, it was just the effect she wanted to achieve.

Even if she was not involved, looking at the current situation, the suspects are obvious.

Saphir pretended to be very angry, looked at Youften coldly, and turned back to the high ground.

At this time, the rest of the Tanit tribe had already realized that Asarig had betrayed, and not only Babel, he also betrayed Saphir.

This person wants to take the giant relic machine for himself!

After realizing this, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Safir. They felt that it was very stupid for Safir to let Asarig go at will.

Since they have chosen Asarig, they have no choice but to go all the way to the end. After all, the oppressive feeling of that relic machine is too strong, and no one thinks that the Fatui can deal with that monster.

As expected, Asarig activated the Relic Machine and began to gather energy, aiming it at Saphir who was looking straight at the Relic Machine.

"Saphir! You sinister villain! How dare you frame me!" Asarig's angry voice came through the loudspeaker of the relic machine, making the people on the ground dizzy.

Saphir looked at the surging energy fluctuations calmly: "It was you who killed Babel, and it was you who made this choice. What does it have to do with me? I asked you to bring the technology back, and this is how you repay me?"

"Enough! You made me a traitor and made me lose my foothold in the desert. I must kill you!" Asarig's words revealed madness and he directly pressed the launch button.

Gabriel was shocked when he saw this scene: "Are you crazy? There are still so many people here! Do you want to kill everyone?"

Then, the ray was fired, heading straight for Saphir.

"Heh...ignorance is bliss. It's just a pile of scrap metal. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have it?" Saphir took a step forward and stretched out his right hand. "My power is beyond the limit of your imagination..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ray hit Saphir's right hand directly. A shocking scene happened. Saphir's slender right hand, as white as jade, seemed like an unbreakable barrier. All impacts were blocked by this right hand, and not even a trace of energy leaked out.

There was only a dazzling light that made it impossible to open your eyes.

When the strong light went out and the energy rays subsided, Saphir stretched out his right hand, standing there like a stone, motionless.

Her eyes flashed with gold, and she curled her lips in a mocking smile: "That's it?"

"!" Inside the relic machine, Asarig's breathing became rapid and his heart kept sinking.

Before he could launch another attack, Saphir whispered, "Die Anara."

"I understand!" Before she finished speaking, Die Anara disappeared from the spot.

When Asarig saw that someone beside Safir suddenly disappeared, he immediately felt a sense of alarm, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, Die Anara suddenly appeared above Asarig's head, and without waiting for him to react, she stabbed him straight with the sword in her hand.

Asarig had already noticed it, but it was too late for him to resist. He could only barely turn sideways to avoid the fatal blow and use his shoulder to deal with Die Anara's slash.

But the price was that his right hand was directly cut off by a sword containing wind attributes.

The bleeding arm fell to the ground. Asarige weakly covered the broken arm and looked at Dieannalla in horror: "You..."

"Hmph, your combat awareness is okay, but your strength is too weak." Die Anara said, raised the sword again, cut off his other arm, and then kicked him out.

Asarig, whose arms were cut off, was kicked aside like a dead dog and collapsed to the ground helplessly.

Seeing that the other party had lost the ability to resist, Die Anara put away the sword in her hand, then walked forward and picked up the disabled Asarig.

"Tadla, you just told me that you wanted revenge, but now that Babel is dead, has the resentment in your heart dissipated?" Saphir was not worried at all about Deannara's actions, but started chatting with Tadla.

Tadella was silent for a while and shook her head: "I can't calm down, but I don't know what to do."

"Since you don't know what to do, how about you just listen to me for now?" Saphir looked up at the relic heavy machine that had stopped high up. The rusty relic heavy machine brought a suffocating sense of oppression. If that big fist could be swung, it might even collapse the mountain with one punch.

Tadla nodded woodenly. She was originally given to Saphir by Marcela. Although the purpose was not pure and Marcela was already dead, in Tadela's view, the girl in front of her was the only person she could rely on.

After a while, Die Anara jumped down from the relic machine with Asarig, who had lost both arms, and landed in front of Saphir.

"I have accomplished your mission, Lord Saphir." Dieannala bowed slightly and pushed Asarig to the ground, making him kneel.

Saphir smiled as he looked at the pale-faced Asarig kneeling in front of him, and suddenly said, "Tadla, since you listen to me, then help me do the first thing, chop off this man's head."

As soon as the words fell, the people who were originally whispering around suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked quietly at Tadella and Saphir.

Ignoring the reactions of the people around him, Saphir tilted his head: "Why, you don't dare?"

“…” Tadella felt a little scared. She had never actually killed anyone and had always hunted wild beasts. Otherwise, Marcela would not have said that she was an immature falcon.

Seeing her hesitation, Saphir continued, "Strictly speaking, Asarig is Babel's direct descendant. After all, he is also a man who has had 'in-depth exchanges' with Babel. They were in the same boat before today.

Maybe they slept in the same bed a few days ago and they are a real family."

Asarig was stunned. He didn't expect that the secret between him and Babel would be revealed so bluntly by Saphir.

For a moment, shame, anger, pain, regret, countless emotions ignited in his chest, but he could not move. He was held down tightly by Diana and could not even struggle.

"Babel killed Marcela with the help of Asarig. Killing him is also a form of revenge, isn't it?" Saphir continued to persuade, and then handed over Ye Cuiguang.

Tadla breathed heavily, slowly reached out, grasped the weapon handed to her by Saphir, and looked at Asarig, whose face was full of horror.

"Let's do it. Doesn't the Tanit tribe hate traitors the most? Tadla, kill this traitor." Saphir's words were like the whisper of a devil.

Tadla walked towards Asarig step by step, then slowly raised the weapon in her hand, and then chopped it down quickly.

A head flew up directly, slid in an arc in the air, and fell heavily on the ground covered with yellow sand. Scarlet blood flowed out, dyeing the sand red.

Cai Ye Cuiguang slipped from Tadla's hands and fell into the sand. She felt a little weak and wanted to collapse to the ground, but was supported from behind and stood firm.

The person who held her was Saphir.

When Tadela was confused, Saphir pulled her hard and whispered, "Stand up straight, turn around, and look at the people around you."

Tadla turned around obediently and saw the members of the Tanit tribe around her. Before today, these people looked at her with scrutiny, contempt, and indifference.

But now, all these emotions were gone, replaced by fear and panic. People didn't dare to look her in the eye, and anyone who met her gaze avoided her sight and looked away.

All this was because Tadla executed Asarig, who they thought was invincible, in front of everyone.

Tadella didn't know why this happened, but Saphir asked another question: "Did you see these looks? What did you read from their eyes?"

"They are afraid of me." Tadella said honestly.

Saphir nodded: "Raise your head, don't look at them, remember this kind of look, it's the look of the weak.

No matter when, no matter who you are facing, never show such a look.

If you want to change yourself and find your own value, first of all, you must make people fear you. Only fear can bring respect.

Only by learning to make others fear you can you find a way to make others respect you...

Of course, all of this can never get rid of one fact, that is strength. "

Saphir spoke slowly, and Tadla followed her words, raised her head, and looked indifferently at the Tanit tribesmen whose faces were ashen.

"Are you ready? Now, I want you to make a decision." Saphir slowly let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and then activated the assassination field.

The dark area enveloped everyone, and the people of the Tanit tribe all fell to their knees in fear.

Tadella also felt the pressure, but she did not kneel down. Instead, she stood stubbornly, resisting Saphir's murderous intent.

Seeing that Tadella had become strong, Saphir raised his lips and said, "Okay, make your choice. The life and death of these people will be decided by you from now on."

"!" Tadella almost fell to the ground with her legs going weak. She was a little nervous and wanted to turn around to look at Safier.

But Saphir stopped him: "Don't look back, look at them and tell me, should these people die or not?"

"They... deserve to die..." Tadella said this answer subconsciously. Just when everyone looked desperate and felt that they were hopeless, Tadella shook her head again, "No, I don't want them to die. Don't kill them, okay?"

Tadla couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. This was the first time she truly felt that the lives of everyone in the tribe were in her hands.

With just a thought, she could decide anyone's life or death. This feeling... was strange. She was a little uncomfortable with it, but she didn't reject it.

Saphir put away the assassination field, chuckled and patted Tadella on the shoulder: "Have you experienced it? This feeling of deciding life and death with a single thought is called 'power'. It is based on absolute strength.

At this moment, all of them combined are not as powerful as you, but this is only temporary, because this power does not belong to you. "

Tadella nodded. An emotion arose in her heart. She longed to have this power. If possible, she really wanted to be the one standing at the top.

Saphir looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground and trembling, and finally revealed his true purpose: "Become the mistress of the Tanit tribe and protect the Eternal Oasis for me."

"Can I do it?" Tadella subconsciously wanted to ask, but immediately shook her head, "I will definitely do it."

Saphir was very satisfied with her changes, and then looked at the people kneeling: "Anyone who has any opinions can raise them now."

A large group of people immediately shook their heads. What a joke! This woman is like a killer. Who dares to have any objection in front of her? This is not the way to seek death.

Seeing that no one objected, Safir nodded with satisfaction. The issue of the Tanit tribe had been perfectly resolved.

Now that it's resolved, she's leaving.

But Tadla had not yet completely taken control of the Tanit tribe, and she was worried about taking everyone away.

So, Deannala volunteered to stay here, and Zoya and Gabriel also stayed with her.

"This is my hometown and I want to live here for a while," said Gabriel.

Zoya said that she would continue to study the relic machine and try to completely repair it. Saphir supported her choice and planned to commend her and help her get promoted to colonel-level lieutenant.

But Diana liked Tadella very much, so she stayed to continue teaching her.

So only Saphir left. She felt a little helpless about this.

Fortunately, after this incident, a leisurely vacation was waiting for her, which made her feel much better.