This Holy Knight is So Despicable!

Seizing an enemy civilization, such a thing has happened before.

After all, in management-style gamble duels, besides management, there is proselytization.

Converting the world's indigenous people, for these often herding gods, is nothing significant, it's almost effortless.

What truly solidifies victory and extremely humiliates the opponent is to steal their followers.

If you can successfully convert ten of the opponent's primitive followers, it is even more of an utmost honor.

But everything in front of you has nothing to do with these.

How is it that through the corpses of our favored ones on the battlefield, the enemy can seize our civilization's technology and style?

If such words were spoken before, they would probably be ridiculed by other gods, are you not awake?

Yet such a thing is happening vividly in front of everyone's eyes!

The Elven style has been perfectly integrated into the buildings of the Mushroom Man Clan, a large number of mushroom-man versions of Flower Fairies and Little Grass Spirits came into being, and were filled into appropriate places, shining and heating for the whole tribe.

The mastery over the Life Element that the Life God System was proud of has also begun to become a capability of the Mushroom Man Clan.

Your advantages, your strengths, the things you are proud of, are indeed very good.

But in the next second, they all become ours!

The gods felt a chill in their hearts, all pondering how uncomfortable it would be if such a troublesome enemy were to face them.

Slight neglect could lead to your secrets being taken by the enemy.

Also, looking at the new pseudo-life favored individuals they have produced, they are almost indistinguishable from normal life favoured ones, undetectable by the naked eye.

And in terms of capabilities, they have already been analyzed by the enemy, making it impossible to judge friend from foe by them.

If the spies of the opposite side were to infiltrate, it would be impossible to guard against it!

However, these gods were overthinking it.

On the battlefield, those fleshy moss suddenly began to clump into spore balls, which continued to expand.

Poof!

Along with soft sounds, a large amount of spore dust filled the entire battlefield.

Those favoured ones from the Life God System, who couldn't retreat in time, were caught off guard and quickly engulfed by the dust, coughing and sneezing non-stop.

Fortunately, the Elf Mage reacted swiftly, unleashing powerful Wind Magic to disperse the bizarre spore smoke.

Under Heracleil's oracle, these favoured ones quickly withdrew and returned to recuperate within their own power range.

Suffering tremendous losses, Heracleil was disheartened.

Rafdeo wanted to persuade his companion, but unfortunately couldn't find any angle.

"We still have one last trump card!"

Suddenly, Rafdeo spoke again, his eyes reflecting madness.

"We still have a Divine Gift landing!"

"What do you intend to do?"

Rafdeo gritted his teeth: "Once again launch a life extinction! That way, the favored of both sides will be completely wiped out, and the Judge will declare it a gambling duel failure!

This way, this round would be declared a draw!

By then..."

[The gambling duel ends, the winner is Holy Light Divine Court]

The Judge's sudden announcement left the Elf Dragon God and Rafdel frozen in place.

Even the gods in the audience were unable to grasp what exactly happened.

How did it end, just like that?

Even if it seems the Life God System had no chance of winning now.

But if the opponent just refuses to admit defeat and clings on to the end, they could still last quite a long time.

How did it just end?

"I protest!"

Rafdel didn't even think, directly raising his hand and shouting angrily: "How did it end? We haven't even made a move yet! We still have one Divine Gift unused!"

The Judge turned his head, his voice devoid of any emotion or fluctuation.

[In the gambling duel world, there exists only one side of believers, the duel has ended, the winner is Holy Light Divine Court.]

"This! How is this possible! I still have so many favoured ones! My favoured ones, my... favoured ones..."

Heracleil only then realized that in this young world, not a shred of Power of Faith was being transmitted anymore.

"What happened to my favoured ones, what happened to my followers? They... aren't they right here? Why did they suddenly betray us? Is something wrong?"

The gods in the audience were also discussing, with an old god smiling slightly.

"Did you all forget that seemingly ineffective spore smoke earlier?

That, was indeed the key to victory in this gambling duel!

Those favoured individuals from the Life God System, shrouded by the smoke, had indeed had seeds of betrayal planted within them!

But they did not rebel immediately, instead obediently following the god's oracle and returning to their camp.

Then, they began to covertly infect, spreading like a plague.

Until, until all the individuals were infected.

They then rebelled together, completely severing the lifeline of the Life God System side!

Look at that foolish god, hasn't realized it yet."

"Oh, oh, is that so!"

"That's really terrifying, feels like nothing could defend against it."

"Yes, there was no sign beforehand."

"Such infectious conversion way is like corruption and pollution. Is that Holy Light Divine Court truly a proper godly organization?

Why does it feel more magical than Demon Gods, and more sinister than Evil Gods!"

"Never mind that, just avoid them in the future."

By now, Heracleil had also figured out the truth and collapsed powerlessly on the dueling platform.

Rafdel appeared even more ashen, his despicable plot dead before it even began.

Those four wagers were now all within the opponent's grasp.

Furthermore, because of these two gambling duels, the Life God System could be said to have lost all prestige, becoming complete laughingstocks.

A real double loss in fame and fortune, losing face and soldiers.

"Huh? Did we win?"

Afra, realizing only then, glanced at the result, then calmly began gathering up the scattered favoured ones in the young world.

Unexpectedly, Lette waved a hand: "Never mind, don't gather them up.

This world has already been completely cut off due to the Life God System, not a single native is left.

If we all withdraw, this young world would likely perish.

Let them stay here and continue developing, leaving them a breath of life!"

Lette's decision immediately received applause from the gods in the audience. Everyone was quite satisfied with this result.

Amidst the applause, Lette lowered his voice and spoke to Afra.

"We must find a way to find this young world, and incidentally cultivate it into our God System's permanent world!

Pasturing elsewhere cannot compare to nurturing from a young world beginning to earn more!

Trust me, this is a completely new model, and we'll earning handsomely."

Afra clicked her tongue and marveled: "You don't let go of any benefit."

"That's it, I tell you, doing such things requires the courage to scrape three feet off the sky!"

Afra looked bewildered: "What does scraping three feet off the sky mean?"

"A foot is a unit of length. Scraping three feet off the sky means like stripping the earth three feet deep, causing it to seem as if the sky has risen three feet."

Afra swallowed, indicating she was greatly shocked.

She turned to handle the matters of favoured ones within the young world, while Lette leaned on the railing looking towards the side of the Life God System.

"Hey! How about it? Unwilling?

I can give you a chance for a third round, but you must hand over what we've won.

Then, you'll have to add to the stakes."