The Witcher: Son of the Planes.

There were not many people outside the Ripper Murloc Tribe. It was estimated that all the tribes had arrived. The Murloc guards were no longer guarding the gate, but followed other Murlocs to the tribe's altar square.

Colin and Charles still did not enter the Ripper Murloc tribe because the other party still did not appear, perhaps the time was not right.

Soon, Kras, the chieftain of the Ripper Murloc tribe, appeared, accompanied by an 11th-level priest and a 12th-level warrior, who should be his right-hand men.

When he appeared, he took the initiative to stand under the altar square. Then several other ministers of the merman tribes also stepped forward and stood in fixed positions.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Klaus knelt down first. When the other fishmen saw Chief Klaus kneeling down, they also knelt down, waiting for Chief Klaus's prayer.

"Your Highness Wensk, you are the patron saint of the fishman tribe. We pray to you here, hoping that you will show up and grant us abundant food, powerful strength, and guidance for survival. We also beg you to look upon your people with mercy and forgive our sins."

As the prayer ended, Klaus repeated it again with the other mermen, and Colin felt a force rushing towards him from the other side of the island.

Colin couldn't help but turn on the maximum effects of invisibility and breath concealment, observing the altar square motionlessly.

When this energy rushed into the winged snake statue on the altar square, the soil and rocks on the statue fell off, and the statue completely "came to life". A winged snake that was even bigger than the statue appeared in front of the fishmen.

"Oh my god, you scared me. What the hell, it calls itself a patron saint." Colin felt that his cautiousness was in vain. It was just a level 2 peak monster. Colin thought it was a demigod-level warrior.

It seems that this native of the other dimension is so ignorant. He has no relationship with God at all, but he dares to call himself the patron saint. Bah.

After Wensk appeared in the altar square, he looked around. To the fishmen on this island, he was the supreme patron saint, but he himself knew that he was not a god, not even a demigod.

The gods have already exalted their thrones in the sky. Even the demigods who have ignited the divine fire have secretly established their own churches. When that day comes, they will also exalt their thrones.

He was just an ordinary monster and a loser in the winged snake tribe. He didn't want to be forced to contribute his faith to the winners in the tribe, nor did he want to become the food for the other side to raise the throne of God, so he stayed away from the tribe and accidentally discovered this island and the fishman tribe on the island.

He followed the method of building altars among the winged snake race, and ordered the fishmen to build the altar under his feet and create a personal statue of him to gather the power of faith of the fishmen believers.

He appears in spirit every year to absorb the meager power of faith and enhance his pitiful little strength.

The so-called bestowing of "divine arts" was just a lie. He was not even a demigod, so how could he know how to bestow divine arts? The so-called divine arts were nothing more than him using his strength that was superior to the murlocs to discover those with magical talents among the murlocs and teach them some basic skills in using spells.

Perhaps Krass, the chief of the Sunderer Murloc tribe, could guess his actual situation, but so what? Everyone just got what they needed.

He needs the power of faith of the fish people. Kras hopes that through repeated pilgrimages, he can slowly gather the centripetal force of the fish people tribe and unify the fish people tribes on the entire island.

As for whether the unification would backfire on him, Wensk was not worried at all. A level 12 Murloc Priest could not pose a threat to a level 16 Winged Serpent Hurricane.

When will I leave?

Maybe when I reach level 17, or maybe when the murloc tribe expands further, I can gain more power of faith.

Wenske said he hasn’t decided yet.

Today, Wensk had no intention of granting the fishmen "divine powers". He just harvested the traces of power of faith condensed on the statue as usual. If he was in a "good mood", he could also eat a few powerful fishmen.

Although the taste of fishmen is not very pleasant, do snakes need to consider these when eating fish?

Without any deterrent power, will these fishmen still believe in themselves?

Wensk looked at the dozen or so murlocs standing in front of him. Well, the murlocs from the Ripper tribe couldn't move, and neither could those from the Tough and Windrush tribes.

After looking around, Wensk finally chose Sells, not for any other reason, but simply because he just couldn't stand Sells today.

Well, it's you!

When Wensk's captivating eyes fixed on Saiers, even though Saiers was kneeling and did not raise his head, he still felt a chill coming from the altar above.

Sales couldn't help but raise his head and looked at His Highness Wensk's captivating eyes, and suddenly fell to the ground in horror.

A beam of energy emanated from Wensk's body. The energy was invisible and colorless, but it could be sensed. This energy quickly hit Saiers.

Sales didn't feel any pain, but he felt that he was completely restrained, as if an invisible rope tied him up.

Saiers was pulled off the ground, lifted into the air, and pulled towards Wensk little by little.

Sales kept struggling and shouting for mercy, but among so many fishmen present, no one pleaded for him.

At this moment, Saiers regretted so much that he hesitated and did not ask Venerable Snape for "help" in the tribe a few days ago. If he had asked Venerable Snape to kill Wensk, he might still die, but he would not have died so miserably. Now he only hoped that Venerable Snape could arrive in time and be willing to kill Wensk.

"Chief." The fishmen of the Serles tribe couldn't help but exclaimed.

But they dared not do anything and could only watch the scene in front of them tremblingly, as if their patriarch was about to be eaten by the guardian god.

They didn’t know what to do next. Would their already weak tribe be swallowed up by other tribes after losing their leader?

At this moment, Saleth in the air suddenly fell to the ground, while His Highness Wensk on the altar looked on high alert, and no one knew what he was guarding against.

Soon, the answer was revealed.

The Honorable Lord Snape, who was "taken in" by their tribe three days ago, came. Lord Snape came riding on his powerful "divine beast".

The kneeling fishmen didn't know what the huge creature above their heads was, or who was the person who could ride on the back of the powerful creature, but their natural fear of the superior race made them dare not make any sound.

They also didn't know what to do next. If the Guardian asked them to deal with the other party, would they have the courage to pick up their weapons?