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Chapter 193: Yup, Kill This Beast · Oct 25, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Cuckold Victims Alliance 2026-10-25
152 Chapter 152: I Will Activate Apocalypse Judgment Mode 2026-10-25
153 Chapter 153: Fated Rivals Bound by Love and Hatred 2026-10-25
154 Chapter 154: A Disciple Who Scorns the Ancestors, Utterly Rebellious 2026-10-25
155 Chapter 155: Whip You? I’m Already Bored 2026-10-25
156 Chapter 156: The End of the Bratty Imp 2026-10-25
157 Chapter 157: The Version Has Updated, You Old Fossils 2026-10-25
158 Chapter 158: Lord of Ten Thousand Armies, King of Ten Thousand Kings! 2026-10-25
159 Chapter 159: Those with Big Breasts Are All Guilty 2026-10-25
160 Chapter 160: The Sacred Cloth and the Holy Grail 2026-10-25
161 Chapter 161: No Refusal, No Initiative, No Responsibility 2026-10-25
162 Chapter 162: The God Sits at Home, Yet the Pot Comes from the Sky 2026-10-25
163 Chapter 163: As Long as There’s a Male Mommy 2026-10-25
164 Chapter 164: The NTR Road Is Long and Hard 2026-10-25
165 Chapter 165: Pan’s Labyrinth 2026-10-25
166 Chapter 166: Fooling the Little Demon Lamb 2026-10-25
167 Chapter 167: A Showdown Between Two Perverts 2026-10-25
168 Chapter 168: Devils Never Talk About Morality 2026-10-25
169 Chapter 169: When God Wants Someone Destroyed, He First Drives Them Mad 2026-10-25
170 Chapter 170: If they Dare to Kill a Goat Today, They’ll Dare to Kill a Person Tomorrow! 2026-10-25
171 Chapter 171: I Will Inherit the Will of Lust 2026-10-25
172 Chapter 172: ”I Will Raise Your Retainers Myself, So You Need Not Worry!” 2026-10-25
173 Chapter 173: Catgirl Nurturing Plan (2.8k) 2026-10-25
174 Chapter 174: It’s hard to give a Good Advice to a Doomed Ghost 2026-10-25
175 Chapter 175: Fine, until an Arrow Hit his Knee 2026-10-25
176 Chapter 176: As Long as the Hoe is Wielded Well, No Wall Corner Cannot Be Dug Down (2.2k) 2026-10-25
177 Chapter 177: Cuckolded Right in Front of Him (2.3k) 2026-10-25
178 Chapter 178: Path to Success 2026-10-25
179 Chapter 179: Knowledge is Power, Books Increase Critical Hits 2026-10-25
180 Chapter 180: I Choose, All of Them! 2026-10-25
181 Chapter 181: The Lady’s Brilliant Plan to Pacify the World, Losing Both Daughters and Troops ** 2026-10-25
182 Chapter 182: You Are Forbidden from Opening Silver Parties (2.89 k) 2026-10-25
183 Chapter 183: You Have the Guts to Use Your Main Account to Speak, Ares! (2.9k) 2026-10-25
184 Chapter 184: A Mage Who Knows Martial Arts, Even Gods Can’t Withstand It 2026-10-25
185 Chapter 185: The Primordial One - Phanes! 2026-10-25
186 Chapter 186: The Birth of the Minotaur God 2026-10-25
187 Chapter 187: Dragging a Virtuous Goddess Down with Him 2026-10-25
188 Chapter 188: May there be no Boars in the Underworld 2026-10-25
189 Chapter 189: Strange Thebes 2026-10-25
190 Chapter 190: The cult leader has arrived, fairness has been established (2.5k words) 2026-10-25
191 Chapter 191: The Self-Cultivation of Leeks (2.7k) 2026-10-25
192 Chapter 192: Kill This Heretic 2026-10-25
193 Chapter 193: Yup, Kill This Beast 2026-10-25
194 Chapter 194: Brother, You’re So Brave 2026-10-25
195 Chapter 195: Can’t Play Without Nerfing 2026-10-25
196 Chapter 196: Show Affection, Die Fast 2026-10-25
197 Chapter 197: Fellow Daoist, Please Stay 2026-10-25
198 Chapter 198: No Time to Explain, Get in the Car! (2.7k) 2026-10-25
199 Chapter 199: Come, Follow Me Into the Room! (2.3k) 2026-10-25
200 Chapter 200: The Fall of Themis 2026-10-25

In the palace hall, King Pentheus, feeling weak at heart, instinctively hid behind the divine-blood guards, and shouted loudly.

”Your Majesty, I think you have misunderstood. Bacchus is a proper true god!”

Finally, a divine-blood guard who could no longer bear it anymore, spoke up first in rebuttal.

Immediately after, several others echoed him.

”That’s right, we have heard his divine name in Thrace, in Athens, in Crete...”

”Yes, he is the spirit in wine, the incarnation of joy, and also the most important attendant of the hearth goddess Hestia!”

”Even Olympus, the abode of the gods, has a place for him.

Thebes has no reason to expel such a god who brings peace and joy!”

Upon hearing these blasphemous words, Pentheus’s face turned white, then green with anger.

”Shut up! All of you, shut up! Have you all been bewitched by this swindler?”

Then his eyes swept around as he saw the guard commander walking toward him, causing his face to light up with joy as he he shouted loudly.

”Potis, why don’t you control your men? Hurry up and catch that bewitching heretic!”

However, the guard commander remained unmoved and even said calmly,

”I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I must decline, because I think so too.”

”You!”

This sudden betrayal made Pentheus tremble with rage.

”Mad! You’ve all gone mad!”

”I don’t know if I’m mad, but

I personally saw those women who escaped from prison appear out of thin air.

Under the blessing of the Wine God, they turned water into milk, made branches flow with honey, and filled their bellies.

And your mother and sisters were the leaders of that group of women.”

The guard commander paused, then added earnestly,

”Your Majesty, if you had been there yourself and witnessed the miracle, you would surely have knelt before them.”

During the commander’s narration, Lorne could even feel a trace of faith power flowing from him toward his inner world.

The spirit in wine, the incarnation of joy, the existence that brings joy to the world...

It seemed that his relentless image marketing and persistent written propaganda had achieved great success.

Look, this is the benefit of reputation.

It subdues others without fighting.

Looking at nearly half of the divine-blood guards on the field who had leaned toward him, and the furiously raging Pentheus, Lorne felt extremely pleased.

”Traitors! All traitors! You actually let those heretic lackeys go and even defended them!”

At this moment, Pentheus became even more furious and he immediately grabbed the guard commander’s epaulet, ordering loudly.

”Summon all infantry and cavalry, prepare weapons and armor, leave the city, blockade Mount Cithaeron, and immediately arrest all heretics!

Those who resist will be killed without mercy!”

”No need to go to so much trouble...”

Just as Pentheus was angrily issuing orders, Lorne came before the young king and smiled as he spoke.

”I can take you to see those Dionysus cult believers together and have them abandon resistance under Your Majesty and submit to punishment.”

”Good!”

Seeing that the divine-blood guards beside him were already somewhat beyond his control, the angry and irritated Pentheus agreed at once.

’If I can’t deal with you, can’t I deal with them?’

The young king sneered in his heart, a trace of anticipation rising in his heart.

As long as he personally captured all these criminals and threw them back into prison, exposing the false god’s true face, it would count as a praiseworthy achievement of his own.

At that time, let’s see who would dare to question his succession.

Seeing Pentheus agree without hesitation, Lorne sighed and changed the subject.

”However, if we’re going, I suggest you put on this piece of clothing before setting off.”

”Women’s clothing?”

Seeing the pink little dress handed over by the heretic apostle, Pentheus’s face darkened with humiliation.

Lorne nodded, put on a helpless expression, and explained sincerely.

”They have just been stimulated a bit and have drunk some wine, so their mental state may not be very stable.

If a man approaches, especially one who has not joined the cult, those pitiful women and children will inevitably be frightened.”

”Nonsense!”

King Pentheus slapped away the little dress in Lorne’s hand, angrily drew the bronze sword at his waist, pressed it against the opponent’s lower back, and threatened coldly.

”Hurry up and move!”

”Alright, alright, I’ll lead the way for you right now.”

Lorne raised his hands in surrender and obediently mounted the horse with Pentheus, taking the lead.

The galloping warhorse rushed out of the palace, heading straight out of Thebes in a cloud of dust.

But during the jolting ride,

Pentheus for some reason began seeing stars before his eyes, as if the world had undergone strange changes.

The sky in his eyes now held two suns. Thebes appeared twice as large.

Every city gate seemed twice as high as before.

The person sitting in front of him looked like a bull, with a pair of huge horns on its head.

Wherever it passed, alluring grapes spread everywhere, and a rich wine fragrance surged into his nostrils, bringing a trace of intoxication.

”No tricks!”

Pentheus’s face darkened and he pressed the sharp sword tip forward slightly, threatening coldly.

”Even if you run, they won’t get away!”

Lorne glanced at the barren mountain outside the city gate and muttered helplessly in his heart.

’You saw it too.

I’m trying hard here to fill the pit, but I can’t stop someone from shoveling dirt into it like crazy.’

So...

Lorne swung the long whip, harshly striking the horse’s flank, shaking off the divine-blood guards behind them, and led the cousin behind him straight toward Mount Cithaeron.

At that moment, the eyes on his back had lost all warmth.

His lips moved silently.

”Third time...”

Soon, they arrived at a deep mountain valley surrounded by pine trees.

”The saint has returned!”

”Thank the gods, the saint is safe!”

”May the Wine God bless you.

Thank you for your mercy...”

Hearing the sound, the believers gathered, singing hymns of praise to their god, while offering fresh grapes, fruits, and vegetables to the saint who had blocked disaster for them, to quench his thirst.

”What sound? Where are the people? Where are they?”

Pentheus looked at the ”pine trees” before him, angrily raised his sharp sword, and demanded answers.

Under the influence of madness, his eyes had already lost focus, ignoring the fanatically gathered women and elders.

”Don’t be hasty...”

Lorne spoke softly, a trace of gentle, hospice-like kindness in his eyes as he extended one hand forward, pressing lightly at the air.

Immediately, a huge pine tree bent down its crown like a willow branch being pulled.

But in Pentheus’s eyes, it became a wide road, and at the end of the valley the criminals huddled together trembling.

”Found them!”

Pentheus was wildly excited.

He leaped from the horse’s back onto that ”great road,” and the tree crown sprang back upward.

With a violent jolt under his feet and a strange floating sensation in his body, the young king suddenly regained a bit of clarity and realized he was about to be thrown off by the branches.

In panic, he instinctively threw away the sharp sword in his hand, hugged the trunk tightly, and finally steadied himself.

At that moment, a low voice sounded in the valley.

”Look, this is the beast that wants to put you to death. I have brought him.”

Not a single leaf trembled.

No creature made a sound.

The Wine God’s believers raised their heads. Hearing the apostle’s call, they rushed forward at once, as if dispatched by the god himself.

Under surging intoxication, the reveling women crossed streams and dense forest, gathering beneath the huge pine tree, and saw the harmful beast sitting on the treetop.

A lion draped in luxurious clothing, wearing a golden crown.

Blinded by power, driven by violence.

The believers recalled the torments they had suffered, and the companions who had died under violent arrests.

Their blood surged, and their anger became uncontrollable.

”Kill him! Kill him!”

People first threw stones, broken branches, and divine staffs, but nothing could reach the treetop where the king clung.

Then, filled with drunken strength, they used hard oak poles to dig at the soil around the pine tree and tear out its roots.

The great tree fell with a crash, and Pentheus fell with it.

Seeing him, the crowd swarmed forward, eyes burning with hatred.

”Damn it, what are you doing? I am your king!”

The mud-covered Pentheus roared fiercely but felt weak inside, trying to awaken fear in these lowly people.

But in the believers’ eyes, it was only a wounded lion giving a powerless roar.

Outside the circle, Pentheus’s mother Agave, honored as a priestess, waved her divine staff and fanatically gave the order.

”Quick, kill this evil beast! Don’t let him escape!”

For a time, peasant women with stones, elders with wooden staffs, and youths scooping up dirt all joined in punishing the fierce wild lion.

Some nobles with divine blood grabbed the lion’s shoulders and violently tore off his limbs.

Soon, the frenzied women and elders, in a storm of blows and tearing hands, began their revenge, each ripping away a piece of flesh.

In the end, on the blood-soaked dirt heap, only a head remained, eyes wide with endless terror, dying with unresolved grievance.

At that moment, dense horse hooves thundered outside the forest, and the reflection of armor cast a chilling light.

Thebes’s divine-blood guards had arrived.

(End of this chapter.)

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