The Sea of ​​Bloody Insects is made up of beetles the size of hunting dogs.

They look like unicorns, with their bodies covered with an extremely thick layer of fiery red carapace, and their heads have huge horns that reach into the sky, engraved with complex whorl-like lines.

The front chest plate has ferocious spikes, and the thick, powerful and curved hind limbs support the body. The scarlet compound eyes are hidden deep in the exoskeleton armor, as if looking out from the cracks of an iron chariot.

This swarm of insects controls red chakra, so from a distance, it looks like a rolling sea of ​​blood.

"Block the sea of ​​insects!"

"God, this is too much!"

On the west wall, the soldiers bent their bows and prepared arrows, but were stopped by the commander.

"Put down your bows and arrows, they are of no use to the insect swarm!"

"Dance! Dance!"

Ordinary soldiers were ordered to dance a sacrificial dance, with uniform movements.

In this current situation, in order to fight against the sea of ​​bloody insects, they made two very specific blessings.

Yu Yangzi was furious. As an immortal, he knew very well how the extraordinary systems of various civilizations were formed.

"Yeah, if we can't apply paint on our foreheads and arms, what's the difference between us and the untouchables?"

"Yes, everyone. Otherwise I cannot guarantee that you and your warriors will be blessed." The Brahmin priest said.

Dedicating property to Brahman is equivalent to giving to God. It is an act of purifying oneself, increasing merit and piety.

The Vajras transformed by the mighty Kshatriya men tried their best to surround the sea of ​​insects with these cliffs and huge rocks.

"Yes..." They had to do it even if their hearts were bleeding.

However, this level is not enough to fight against the sea of ​​insects. Several such armies have been wiped out before.

This is the vajra-subdued demon phase of the yogi, who will gain power from gods and humans, just like living gods.

A group of Brahmins stood on the city wall, taking advantage of the army's delay in resisting the sea of ​​insects, leading the people in the city to pray, and tried their best to communicate with Brahma, one of the three gods.

"Great Creator, founder of the law, you are an extremely benevolent god, you are a god who responds to requests..."

"Chakra Curtain!"

"Why? Isn't it 80%?"

"Mandala Cliff!"

As powerful as Hanuman and Indra, they are only equivalent to the renewal period, so they are also called heavenly beings. And they also devoutly believe in the three-phase gods, so strictly speaking, only the three-phase gods in India are true gods.

In the end, the army took away his bracelet and other items, and he only kept the fish basket.

This group of people only took away his porcelain, and even took off his clothes. He also had a lot of jewelry on his body, which were also forcibly pulled off.

Obtaining characteristic blessings from Brahma requires a huge amount of 'piety', and the more powerful the characteristics and the more extensive the functions, the more it requires.

He grabbed the fish basket and the bracelet, which were his most important fairy treasures.

"What? Eighty percent!"

You are here to suffer in this life. Although it is painful, you must be willing to accept it, so that you can be better in the next life.

Even the seemingly ordinary and worthless 'Fairy Fish Basket' was taken away, but he was very anxious.

They were crowded together, like minions, and they deliberately kept their distance from Shudras to avoid running into...

With four sides, eight ears, eight arms, and eight hands, sitting on the lotus platform, you can vaguely feel that this great god is integrated with the world of heaven and humans.

This is also the last dignity of a Sudra.

Sudra, who had nothing, had no choice but to pick up branches and sticks, and rushed into the slums brandishing them.

In an instant, these priests were blessed by Brahma and possessed two great divinities.

The scarlet beetles were biting the giant rock like crazy. Although the rock was hard, it was not absolutely hard.

In order for the Kshatriya warriors to be blessed, more sacrifices must be made as a price.

And the city's "collective dedication" continues and intensifies.

"Hey! Don't touch my fish basket, it's my own thing." Yu Yangzi was surrounded by a group of mortals, gnashing his teeth.

It's like a sacrifice ceremony. The more you give, the more pious you are.

Yes, dedicated to Brahman, this is what the Dharma stipulates...

"Damn it... you can just cultivate your magical powers on your own, but you still have to pay for this superficial piety... Fa-rectification, haha, what kind of ancestors would set up such a stupid cultural system? What a ridiculous civilization."

Thirty thousand troops galloped through the city in reverse direction, holding weapons high and rushing into mansions everywhere to shout.

They can't be called property, they are nothing more than reused scraps picked up, and some hand-made things made from materials obtained from nature.

Similar to the River Styx in Rome, it is a divine terrain.

Vaishya now delegates this task to his servants.

This kind of belief makes most of them feel at ease.

Then he summoned the giant mandala rock from the world of gods and humans. It was extremely hard and stretched across the north and south, like the Great Wall, blocking the sea of ​​insects from the west.

"What! Destroyed so quickly?"

"Eighty percent! You must donate 80% of your property. You can keep this broken fish basket and leave you a set of clothes. The rest must be dedicated to God."

Yu Yangzi really wanted to slap him into hell.

All the Vajras surrounded the city, dancing and dancing, and first used chakra to form a thick curtain to cover the whole city.

The untouchables had no place to go, so they just watched numbly as the Sudras plundered their meager belongings.

He had a rag wrapped around his waist, caressing his wounds, and stuck it on the open ground like a wooden pole.

"There are also shoes. If the soles of our feet are dirty, how can we dare to set foot in the temple?"

Samudra frowned slightly: "Even the Kshatriyas?"

But in this situation, he could only restrain himself and wait for Zhang Pijiang's arrival.

The Dalits at the bottom are the calmest. They have nothing and have become accustomed to it.

Suddenly, the outside of the city was filled with muscular men more than ten feet tall, posing in various dance poses.

The bugs kept gnawing and they kept thickening.

Yuyangzi hated it so much that the bracelet was his best fairy treasure. It had a Tiangang magical power and an Earthly Evil magical power. The ability of the bracelet to change shape is the ability of the bracelet to achieve perfect transformation.

This is rarely something that an individual can provide, so it requires the concerted efforts of everyone to pray.

But their strength is also extremely strong for most people, and they are responsible for urging people to devote themselves to piety at this moment.

The Kshatriya army has increased the amount of donation from half to 80%, so that their Kshatriya class can contribute less and the quality of life in the future will not drop too much.

And their bodies can ignore the damage from their fangs and claws, and are immune to the bites of the Bloody Zerg.

"You rely on me to eat, drink, and clothe you. Do you want me to do meritorious deeds on your behalf?"

Nowadays, 80% of the income is dedicated to Brahmins, and from now on, most of them will work for Brahmins.

They kept pleading, but the Vaisyas shouted angrily: "Shut up, under the great disaster, you must give everything, how can you bargain!"

Regardless of houses, tools, food or accessories, the Vaishya merchants deprived them of all their property. They also signed a life-long contract and transferred it to the Brahmins.

Samudra was helpless and immediately ordered everyone to hand over half of all their property.

Brahmins prayed and chants were heard everywhere in the city. Everyone was very pious, even the untouchables joined in.

The whole city is immersed in this chaos...

After his father's death, he inherited the destiny and was named Samudhara.

These rocks are not ordinary rocks, they are the rocks of an insurmountable cliff in Mandala Mountain. No living being can climb up from the cliff, let alone fly over it.

Soon, the Brahmin's heart fell into peace, and Brahma's figure lit up.

But now he is disguised as a mortal, Yan Slave is nearby, and he dare not expose him.

"What is your own? You have to donate your property in exchange for the blessing of defeating the demonic insects! Do you want to become a sinner and go to hell?" the Kshatriya warrior shouted angrily.

No matter how miserable life is, untouchables always believe in the gods, follow the Dharma, and long for happiness in the next life.

"Please leave one or two more pieces of clothing. If you don't cover your body, it will be blasphemous."

"It doesn't matter, the gods will take action."

"If you need anything, go to Dalits and get it. This is the right given to you by the Dharma."

The Sudras begged, even if they are servants, they still have dignity, that is, they have the qualifications of gods of ceremony.

Many people of the Vaishya caste have bitter looks on their faces. They have a lot of wealth, have various assets in their names, and run various shops and workshops.

And this kind of piety can only be manifested in three ways. The first is sacrifice, the second is asceticism, and the third is sincerity.

And even these two simple blessings are not cheap. The ordinary sacrifices and fanatical singing and dancing at this moment are only enough for a small number of Brahmins to obtain characteristics.

"Prayers are not enough! Please order everyone to donate half of their property to show their sincerity to Lord Brahma." A Brahmin priest said seriously.
To be continued...