Chapter 154: Here Lies a Hero
The stench mentioned by the Sharp-Footed Clan was not the scent of humans, but the odor of that food.
This made Pang Qiuning feel even more disgusted, and she silently prayed in her heart that these Sharp-Footed Clan members would not call her name and give her food.
Meanwhile, humans on one side were continuously distributing food, while more and more Sharp-Footed Clan members entered the grand theater.
Their stature was actually even smaller than that of humans, generally standing around 1.6 meters, with most only 1.4 meters tall, yet their legs were about 1.2 meters long. It felt as though there was no upper body beneath their slender necks, truly achieving a physique where everything below the neck was legs.
Seeing the scene before them, the mouths of these Sharp-Footed Clan members curled into grins, and their psychic energy began to propagate, though the transmission was filtered to exclude humans.
None of the survivors were Tier 3 evolved beings, so they could not hear what the Sharp-Footed Clan members were saying, but Qin Hao heard malice in abundance.
"Gosh, these natives are actually eating our excrement."
"Truly a low and humble race."
"These humans are so disgusting."
"How hilarious. They were allocated just a tiny bit of food, yet they are so full of gratitude. And those humans who didn't get any food are actually looking with such covetous eyes."
These individuals laughed without restraint, filled with contempt.
Qin Hao remained as steady as a mountain.
Three hundred people in the crowd had yet to receive food, but there was still quite a bit of viscous liquid left in the large pot. Believing they had achieved the desired inducing effect, the Sharp-Footed Clan said, "The rest of you who haven't eaten can distribute it among yourselves. Let's hope you pray more devoutly next time."
The humans sitting in their seats were instantly ecstatic, scrambling frantically to grab the food.
Only Qin Hao and Pang Qiuning remained motionless.
Seeing the surrounding seats empty, Pang Qiuning felt uneasy.
"Qin Hao, should we, should we also go over? We can pretend to eat, otherwise it's too conspicuous," Pang Qiuning said cautiously.
However, Qin Hao did not answer her.
Because Qin Hao felt there was no need.
There were already about 9,500 Sharp-Footed Clan members present in the venue.
The remaining 500 must have been guarding the divine statue of the Caya Civilization and the stellar energy extractor, and thus had not arrived.
The Sharp-Footed Clan was a race bent on vengeance, so their operational efficiency was exceptionally high. Mocking the humans hadn't taken much time. Next, they all stood in place, raising their four slender arms toward the sky, closing their eyes, and beginning to pray.
The next moment, a torrential wave of psychic energy surged forth.
The combined psychic energy of the humans over five hours couldn't match that of a single Sharp-Footed Clan member present.
The spectacle was truly terrifying, resembling countless clusters of psychic energy drifting toward the divine statue, imbuing it with even greater majesty.
Some humans who had been fighting over food also witnessed this scene, feeling a sense of shock in their hearts.
Simultaneously, a sentiment of envy arose in some of them.
"They have deities, which is why they revere them so deeply."
"Can't we just worship this deity too? Aren't there many human-shaped deities in the myths and legends of Blue Star? As long as these deities can protect us, that's enough."
"That's right. Even just to live a slightly better life, we should worship the Lingyue God."
These humans had already been brainwashed by the Sharp-Footed Clan.
Or rather, under the threat of hunger and death, they had no choice but to make a selection that favored their own survival.
Just as the Sharp-Footed Clan was praying and the humans were scrambling for food, a spatial black hole suddenly appeared high above the grand theater.
This spatial black hole rapidly expanded and widened until it reached a diameter of five meters, after which azure-blue liquid poured out from within.
This liquid was precisely a Tier 3 hunting creature: the Liquid-Walking General.
It was 12 o'clock, and the Gigantic Night Civilization had launched its raid.
Feeling a terrifying pressure, the people around Qin Hao screamed and fled in panic.
The Sharp-Footed Clan's prayers were also interrupted; their faces twisted with ferocity, wishing nothing more than to slaughter the screaming humans.
Yet at that very moment, individual Liquid-Walking Generals disrupted their awakening.
"Heroes? How can there be heroes?"
"There shouldn't be any heroes in Oceania, otherwise we couldn't have invaded this place. This person is a hero from elsewhere."
"Should we kill him?"
These Sharp-Footed Clan members rapidly exchanged information.
At this moment, Qin Hao grabbed Pang Qiuning's arm and pulled her back thirty meters.
The Liquid-Walking Generals spread across the seats of the grand theater, swiftly condensing into terrifying eight-meter-tall giants, making them appear exceptionally ferocious.
"It's the Hulk! The Hulk!"
The survivors emitted shrieks of terror.
There were no heroes left among these survivors; they couldn't even accurately name the Liquid-Walking Generals, having been completely divorced from this era.
And what they feared even more was the person who had summoned the Liquid-Walking Generals.
"He, he's a hero."
"How is that possible? Weren't all the heroes killed?"
"Where did he come from?"
These people shouted, even revealing killing intent.
In their view, the Sharp-Footed Clan, who had been coexisting peacefully with them, did not constitute a threat to their lives.
On the contrary, a hero who could trigger a spatial black hole around them at any time and place was far more dangerous.
They actually wanted to eliminate this source of danger.
Madness gradually crept into the eyes of these people.
Yet right at this moment, Qin Hao's psychic energy manipulated a long sword.
This long sword was entirely crimson, resembling flowing magma, emanating an oppressive aura that made the temperature in the grand theater soar instantly, becoming scorching hot.
This was none other than the Crimson Flame Divine Weapon.
Under the control of Qin Hao's psychic energy, the Crimson Flame Divine Weapon instantly swept across the bodies of the Liquid-Walking Generals, burning and vaporizing them.
Clearly water should overcome fire, but this fiery sword could easily annihilate the enemies, because the person wielding this sword was simply too powerful.
The spatial black hole spat out eighty-five hunting creatures before disappearing, because the number of Tier 3 evolved beings had decreased to four thousand, naturally leaving more hunting creatures for each person to fend off.
However, those eighty-five hunting creatures existed for only a split second before being melted away by Qin Hao.
In a mere five minutes, only stellar energy diamonds remained on the battlefield; even the corpses of the Liquid-Walking Generals had vanished.
A large crater was scorched into the ground, the chairs had melted down, and even the metal had turned into liquid, dripping onto the floor.
The survivors snapped back to sobriety, looking at Qin Hao with dread.
They understood that this hero was most likely someone they could never hope to eliminate.
The Sharp-Footed Clan members also reacted. The one who had previously organized the human prayer sessions stepped forward and said, "Greetings, human hero. We didn't expect you to also be here worshiping the Lingyue God. Welcome to join us."
Qin Hao looked at that Sharp-Footed Clan member, his psychic energy enveloping the entire venue.
"No, I am not here to worship your evolved being, which doesn't even qualify as a deity. I came merely to wait until all of you were gathered."
With those words, his psychic energy paused for a moment, and then he radiated a vast, overwhelming psychic energy that made the hair of the Sharp-Footed Clan members stand on end.
"So I could kill you all together."
Qin Hao expanded his psychic energy, blanketing the entire grand theater.