“Why did you willingly expend your own power to undergo soul transmigration to come to the Prime World?”
Upon asking this question, Moros initially fell silent, then said through clenched teeth, “I had heard in the Divine Realm about the Shapeshifters secretly traveling to the Prime World. I was already on alert, but I didn’t expect them to not only come here but also find our last tribe, aiming to exterminate our people.”
With that said, Moros glanced at Luna and Erebus with an unfriendly look.
If these two children weren’t William’s pets, Moros truly wanted to revert them to their original form, then eat their flesh and drink their blood.
Recently, Thanarok and other Shapeshifters came to Mount Fuji, their goal being to slaughter the last vestiges of witchcraft heritage in the Prime World.
The deity of witchcraft were already isolated in the Divine Realm, with gods, demons, and even the Shapeshifters as their enemies.
The influx of new human wizards into the Divine Realm was already minimal.
Now, with the Shapeshifters aiming to cut off their last roots, how could Moros tolerate it?
Due to this, a new war had erupted in the Divine Realm.
The twelve major deity of witchcraft, in fury, began a collective massacre of the Shapeshifters.
The conflict was so intense that it affected some bystander gods, demons, and newly entered human Soulmancers in the Divine Realm, who also joined the chaos.
In the eyes of the gods, the Shapeshifters, deity of witchcraft, and demons were all undesirable, so fighting upon meeting was the norm.
“I know a bit about the conflict between your deity of witchcraft and the Shapeshifter clan. Stop staring at these two kids,” William interjected. “How are your deity of witchcraft faring in the Divine Realm now?”
Moros sighed and said, “Our numbers have always been few. Over the years, the Olympian gods, the Aesir, and the Vanir have been suppressing us deity of witchcraft to draw humans from the Prime World, preventing us from passing our powers to talented humans. Now, there are only twelve of us deity of witchcraft left in the Divine Realm…”
What?!
William knew their situation was dire, but he hadn’t realized it was this severe.
Once widely revered tribal wizards were now reduced to only twelve deity of witchcraft.
William was also aware of the power inheritance process.
Human Soulmancers, upon reaching a certain level of strength, would travel to the Divine Realm and naturally find their organizations. Although the Divine Realm was brutal, the Olympian gods, Aesir, and Vanir, despite their formidable power and fresh influx of new forces, but mostly, it’s also because their strength is indeed formidable.
But the plight of the deity of witchcraft was indeed quite dire.
The deity of witchcraft had long been in decline, to the point where now only this one tribe remains.
Moreover, for ordinary people to learn witchcraft, their lives are not long-lasting. 𝘳.𝑐𝘰
To elevate their abilities to a level capable of entering the Divine Realm is extremely difficult. Under the oppression of various forces, the deity of witchcraft in the Divine Realm are almost finished.
Moros spoke glumly, “Master, it shouldn’t be long before the collapse of over three thousand parallel dimensions, all eventually returning to the Prime World. I guess I’m here early to protect our tribal members.”
William said, “Don’t call me master, call me Mr. Johnson. Nowadays, society preaches equality for all. Don’t worry, as long as your tribe doesn’t initiate war, I assure you, even if over three thousand parallel dimensions collapse, peace will remain here.”
Moros’s eyes shone as he replied, “Our tribal people love peace. If it weren’t for Loki’s trickery and deceit, why would we have gone to war with the Shapeshifters?”
William then asked, “So what’s the purpose of sending out members of your tribe now?”
Moros grinned, “Obviously, to promote witchcraft, attract more humans to our tribe, and strengthen our tribal power. Otherwise, when they descend upon this world, won’t our primitive tribe be oppressed again?”
Quite foresighted!
William laughed and asked, “Do the witches you send out speak the language of modern humans?”
Moros raised an eyebrow, “That shouldn’t be important, right? We’re going out to spread witchcraft; it should be the common people who learn our language, not us learning theirs, don’t you think?”
As if that makes any sense!
If you don’t speak the same language, how can you promote witchcraft?
Will anyone understand you?
William sighed and said, “What do you think about your tribal men knocking out a woman on the street and then carrying her away?”
Moros glanced at Marcellus, casting an approving look, and said, “Truly a warrior of my tribe!”
William felt like throwing his shoe at him.
Truly a warrior of my tribe!
With such actions, do you expect the world to accept witchcraft?
You still want to promote witchcraft?
No wonder you were oppressed in the Divine Realm. There’s a reason for everything.
Given the customs of their primitive tribe, encountering other gods often led to misunderstandings due to language barriers.
Moreover, winning the affection of the opposite sex through force, knocking them unconscious and carrying them off to a cave, would have utterly ruined the reputation of the deity of witchcraft if it happened even once or twice in the Divine Realm.
Such bad practices needed to be changed!
Finally, William couldn’t help but say, “If you really want to spread the benefits of your witchcraft to the outside world, the first thing you need to do is learn the language of the common people. Secondly, you must abide by the laws of the outside world! Otherwise, you might as well stay in your world here in the caves.”
Although Moros didn’t understand why William would make such demands, he didn’t question them and readily agreed, as it was William who had spoken.
William took out his phone, intending to call Steven to send someone to teach the tribe about modern cultural ideas, but found there was no signal on his phone.
Blocked!
“Forget it! I’ll teach you myself first! Then you can teach the people in your tribe.” William raised an eyebrow, using his thoughts to imprint the language of this era and some simple text into Moros’s brain.
He then casually threw some law books of the outside world in front of Moros, saying, “Learn this yourself first, then teach your tribe. If you can’t learn it, don’t go outside!”
Moros’s intelligence was definitely not a problem.
He quickly assimilated the text and language William imprinted in his brain and was already able to speak in modern language.
“Mr. Johnson, I will look at these books later. First, let’s drink and eat meat!” As Moros mentioned meat, he unconsciously glanced at Luna and the others again.
This look gave Luna and the others goosebumps.
In ancient times, their primitive tribe often hunted Shapeshifters for food.
The way Moros looked at them, it was as if he hadn’t eaten for many days.
William didn’t hesitate to accept, joining Moros in drinking, as for Zoey…
From the beginning to the end, she didn’t feel any particular danger. The journey was smooth, with a guide leading the way, no detours, and they were welcomed with fine wine and food upon arrival.
Although she didn’t understand what Moros was saying, judging by his behavior, she thought he must be the leader of this primitive tribe and seemed quite benevolent.
If Luna and Erebus knew what Zoey was thinking, they would certainly exclaim how foolish she was.
How could she consider someone like Moros benevolent?
In the Divine Realm, they had heard of Moros’s fierce reputation.
It was said that Moros could eat a hundred Shapeshifter lords in a day.
When they were younger, the Shapeshifter elders used to scare them, saying that if they didn’t strive to elevate their power levels, they would be thrown to Moros as snacks.
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