My beast husband is weak and can't take care of himself

Lance, who was sitting on the top of the monument waiting, noticed something. His red and blue eyes moved as he looked in the direction of Shi Yan and the others, muttering, "It's the bloodline cursed by the gods!"

When Shi Yan, Ke Ya and the invaders arrived at the monument, Lance's eyes fell on that...

Giant green caterpillar.

The breath comes from here.

Lance said, "Get him out."

Shixue quickly freed the man, and the invader who had fainted from the pain woke up and cried out.

Two lion guards pressed him down and made him kneel on the ground. Such a humiliating posture made him very unwilling and he began to struggle.

Until he saw the god-like man.

He widened his eyes in shock: "You are not..."

"Poisoned?" Lance took over his words and kindly explained: "Perhaps the love fruit is an irresistible poison to other gods, but I have been resistant to it since I was born. Although it is uncomfortable, it has little effect on me."

"Impossible, impossible, it's obvious that our... mmmm--"

But before he could finish his words, he was controlled by a force and forced to shut up.

Lance glanced at the shivering female, his red and blue eyes flashing.

"what……"

Ke Ya, who was secretly watching the situation, felt her brain go haywire. After a while, she became dazed and fell to the ground with a plop.

A cool breeze blew through the forest, and Lance's face became extremely cold.

He has spent countless days in this world, read countless orcs' memories, and witnessed countless despicable malice. He has long been able to turn a blind eye to these things.

But in this female's mind, she saw her little female helpless in the water, and she felt a little pain.

"Master Priest, what's wrong?"

Seeing that the female rabbit suddenly fainted, Shi Yan hurriedly checked her condition. Seeing that she had just fainted, he pushed her to the ground with disgust and left her lying on the ground.

Lance said coldly: "Send her back to the Rabbit Tribe."

Shi Yan glanced at the female on the ground and felt that it was not that simple.

"No need to do anything?"

Lance smiled, a curve appeared in the corner of his eyes, and the mimicry of the mythical beast white tiger appeared in the air behind him, with great majesty: "Have someone keep an eye on him and see who will contact her next."

Shi Yan trembled violently as if frightened, and his voice could not hide his fear: "Okay."

The male orc who was pinned to the ground was frightened by the aura of the man above him and dared not move.

The original idea of ​​breaking the jar disappeared in an instant. He couldn't help but squirming violently. Dark snake scales appeared on his face, and the dark green pupils of the animal were erect. He roared anxiously: "What do you want to do? You won't succeed, you will definitely not succeed, our great priest will definitely devour you-"

The male orc was shouting hysterically. His body had turned into a half-beast and his legs had turned into snake tails, but he didn't notice it at all.

All the orcs present noticed this change, including Shi Yan, who hesitated for a moment and quietly moved away from him a hundred meters away.

Lance stood up, his red and blue eyes shining with strange light, and thousands of images seemed to be flowing in them.

After a moment, he tilted his head and said calmly: "Miel's mimicry replacement will not succeed this time."

"No way, absolutely impossible."

The snake beastman, whose entire body was covered with snake scales, simply didn't believe it.

Lance said calmly: "Destruction, this is the final fate of all gods."

"You lied, why, why is your power so strong?"

The snake orc's eyes stung and tears flowed out unconsciously. He quickly covered his eyes and wailed, "Mir, obviously... obviously..."

He is so, so kind!

His whole body had changed, his voice became hoarse, and he could only make a chaotic "hissing" sound.

Suddenly, countless green lights emerged from his body, wrapping him tenderly.

After the light faded, the beastly transformation of the male snake orc faded away and he turned back into human form.

Shi Yan stood quietly in the distance, watching all this.

Seeing the High Priest coming down from the altar, he stepped forward and asked, "High Priest, what should we do with him?"

"Lock him up first!"

Shi Yan was a little confused: "That's it? Master Priest, he is the culprit who poisoned you!"

Shouldn't you give him a beating first?

Lance quietly looked at the orc who had fainted on the ground and said calmly, "He was just following other people's orders."

Shi Yan was slightly surprised, and after a moment of silence, he asked softly, "Is it the priest from the Death Continent?"

Mir, the priest of the continent of death!

When he was a child, he heard his father say that it was also a messenger of God.

"Hmm!" Lance said in a gentle voice, "The Death Continent was originally the most prosperous place in the entire Beast World. It has a very beautiful name, Sechiasuo."

Complex animal language came out of Lance's mouth, and he missed it so much.

Shi Yan was stunned. Sechiasuo, in the animal language, represents the land loved and blessed by the gods.

But on the Death Continent, the trees are withered and poisonous swamps are everywhere.

The final fate of the orcs living there is to degenerate into beasts and rot in some mud pile.

Is that really a place favored by the gods?

Lance thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to the Land of the Dead and will be home when the moon is at its highest point in the sky. Please tell my partner for me."

Before Shi Yan could figure out what was going on, he heard the High Priest's instructions and widened his eyes: "Ah?"

This…

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Death Continent

There was a blue light in the sky, which was as quiet as a pond before dawn. The strange branches were trying to grow upwards, seeking a way out. The sunlight could not penetrate into this withered land, and the dim light made this land gloomy and terrifying.

A young man wearing a sky blue robe and emitting a soft green light was sitting quietly on a dark stone.

Mil held a dry branch in his hand, his green eyes as clear as lake water were smiling: "Lance, since you are here, come out and reminisce about the past!"

Lance looked at the mottled and cracked marks on Mil's face and knew that he must have more of these marks on his body.

Mil didn't mind that Lance didn't talk. After all, he had never been a talkative person since he met Lance.

He just missed his old friend and couldn't help but want to nag a few more words: "Haha, it seems that the love fruit is still of no use to you!"

Lance said calmly, "You're dying!"

"I know!"

Mi'er waved the dry branch in his hand and said calmly: "I knew I was going to die soon, so I asked someone to poison you."

Lance is a strange guy, but he is the only one he can find now, and he only trusts him.

Lance asked, "What do you want to do?"

From the moment he saw the mutant snake orc, he guessed that Mil wanted to see him.

Mir looked at him for a while, his eyes calm: "I can let you devour my divine power."

Lance: "Conditions!"

Mir did not answer immediately, but spoke in a calm tone, even with a hint of chatting with an old friend: "It's really rare that you have found a partner. I always thought you would be alone and face death like this!"

He cast his eyes teasingly at the bow on the braid on Lance's shoulder and said with a smile, "It seems that you like your female very much."

Allowing the feminine scent to invade his entire body, what else could this be if not love?

Lance nodded slightly: "She is very special!"

"Ha ha--"

Hearing this, Mil laughed even more happily: "Tsk tsk tsk, as the first orc in this world and the first messenger of God, your expression of understanding the taste of lust is really unbearable"

After laughing for a while, Mir was silent for a while, and continued in a chatty tone: "It seems that he should be a kind and tolerant child."

Lance was a little impatient and sighed: "Mi'er, what do you want to do?"

Mil blinked, and even stood up with difficulty, approached Lance, and pulled Lance's clothes with difficulty.

Lance said indifferently: "Let go!"

"I'm afraid you'll run away if I tell you this."

Mil's green eyes were filled with trepidation, and he asked in a negotiating tone, "Can we allow the orcs from the Death Continent to migrate to the Western Continent to live?"

If the gods from other continents said this, Lance would probably laugh out loud and beat that person to see the Beast God.

But this is Mil, the child he watched grow up.

Lance sighed helplessly: "You know, even if they move to a new place, their trend of degenerating into beasts generation after generation cannot be changed."

Mil's face turned pale, his hands trembling as he pulled Lance's clothes, he said sadly: "I know, but - I just want them to live in a better environment."

For this, he can pay any price!

This is his atonement!