Free Web NovelChapter 953: Chapter 468: I Will Save You
"What is that monster!!?"
"No! Impossible... a Tree Man? How can it be that big!?"
It wasn’t just Herbert who noticed the colossal thing drawing near; the others in the Beast Ear Clan had already become aware of that terrifying presence as well.
And then, inevitably, they felt fear, an unease rising from the depths of their souls.
When facing that terrifying evil Druid in the black robe earlier, they had still had the courage to take up weapons and resist, to sing a hymn to courage.
But when confronted with the gigantic monster before them now, they found it utterly impossible to imagine themselves contending against it; even the thought of resisting was hard to arise.
What does a height of a hundred meters even mean?
It’s hard to feel the immense impact of this scene just from a description in words.
Let’s use an example that’s not exactly precise, but makes it easier to understand.
In a certain sci‑fi movie about giant monsters appearing in a certain Pacific, that massive Jaeger, "Gipsy Danger," is only seventy‑nine meters tall.
This twisted Tree Man is a full head taller than it, a colossal beast that should only appear on the set of a sci‑fi film.
When mortals stand before something too enormous, it naturally makes them feel their own insignificance and helplessness; they simply cannot give birth to thoughts of resistance.
This is entirely normal.
One of the methods some Gods use to quickly make mortals prostrate themselves in worship is to reveal their "true form" a hundred meters tall, or even several hundred meters tall.
Once a whole set of "miracles" has been displayed, believers will surge toward Them like the tide.
Fear has always been one of the best ways to quickly gather hearts and minds.
The people of the Beast Ear Clan, just by staring at that sky‑blotting giant, already felt their souls begin to tremble.
Even though that monster had been blocked by a wall of flesh and blood tens of meters high, the fear in their hearts had not diminished much.
Most of them had only one thought in their minds—this is our doomsday.
How could mortals possibly defeat such a terrifying existence!!?
Impossible...
Absolutely impossible!
"Everyone, calm down!"
In the chaos, the Great Shaman had already straightened his back. He berated his clansmen, whose faces looked like it was the end of the world, and rebuked them with authority: "Don’t panic! All of you, calm down!"
"Showing such a disgraceful sight—aren’t you making That One look down on us!!?"
After he startled everyone, he nodded and said with an exceptionally composed expression, "We have already obtained That One’s protection. He will surely save us."
The authority and prestige the old man had accumulated over the years barely pressed down the fear in everyone’s hearts, allowing them to force themselves to quiet down.
After confirming that the situation had been forcibly pulled back under control, the Great Shaman secretly let out a breath, his reverence for the Ancestor Spirit growing ever stronger.
If the Ancestor Spirit had not given him a hint just now, teaching him what to do, he would almost have panicked along with the others.
Relying on the Ancestor Spirit’s guidance, he had barely managed to stabilize the situation, without exposing too much of the clan’s disgrace before That One.
He only hoped that his clansmen’s behavior had not disappointed That One.
Thinking this, the Great Shaman, this time without needing the Ancestor Spirit’s instruction, knowingly knelt down beside "Kathy," bowing his head deeply.
"Please save us..."
After kneeling, the Great Shaman did not presumptuously pray for more.
He did not ask that mysterious existence to annihilate this monster; that was not something he needed to bring up, nor was it his place to say.
If He intended to act, He would do so without being asked.
If He had never planned to act from the beginning, then no amount of pleading from him would be of any use.
And when the clansmen behind the Great Shaman saw his actions, after a brief hesitation, they also knelt down behind that unfathomable figure, lowering their heads in nervous anticipation.
"Please save us..."
How... would He act?
Could He really bring salvation to their clan?
At this moment, they could not help but recall the prophecy left behind by the very first Great Shaman of the Beast Ear Clan—the "one" they had always been waiting for.
[They will in the end be saved by an influence from outside destiny, bringing an end to their long wandering.]
Would He be that "Hero"?
Or perhaps, a title like "Hero" was already not enough to appraise Him.
Then, would He be the [Divine] who would end this long tragedy and save them?
They were silent.
They were full of expectation.
They were praying.
Just as they had prayed to the Gods countless times in the past.
In the past, they had been disappointed too many times, to the point that they no longer held any expectations for the Gods.
But now, they hoped they could be favored just once.
Even if it was only this once.
The waiting was unbearably agonizing; they did not know how much time had passed.
At last, He finally heard their call.
["I have heard your prayer."]
!!!
This time, the [Divine] granted Them a response.
Herbert turned his head, looked at those eyes brimming with expectation, and nodded lightly, his voice gentle: ["I will save you, just as you hope."]
The girl’s brow emitted a radiant yet non‑blinding light, slowly gathering and transforming into a gorgeous Holy Mark shaped like an eye.
The Divine’s pupils gazed upon them, making His proclamation.
["I will eradicate the enemy."]
["I will... bring an end to your wretched fate."]
["The Beastman race, a pitiful race born from another’s will, has already endured enough suffering and no longer needs to wander."]
["You may possess your own will—I have already felt your will to survive."]
