Chapter 339: The Divine Not Dead, The Ancient Blasphemous Language (10,000-Word Mega Chapter)

Clang~ Clang~

Bare-chested beastmen wielding massive hammers slammed down onto the huge rocks on the ground, creating sparks that flew in all directions.

Two cooperating laborers immediately stepped forward to move the shattered rocks, one of them paused for a moment, wanting to catch his breath.

The beastman foreman, filled with fury, saw this and swung his whip, whoosh~ the sound of it cutting through the air, snap~ it struck directly onto the back of the resting beastman laborer, adding a new bloody mark to his bare back.

Looking up, the back of the beastman laborer was now streaked with blood, densely packed scars resembling the dry, decayed soil of hell, chilling to behold; no one could imagine the extent of pain he had endured.

The beastman laborer's wails did not evoke any pity.

"Damn rebel slaves!!! If you delay the orders of Prince, I will use an iron whip forged from steel to harshly lash your backs!!"