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On the day when the contract was modified, all over the Beast Taming Plane, dense dark clouds urgently gathered together, as if the day had turned into night in an instant, and it was dim and dark.

If someone were to travel in the sky riding a bird or beast, he would surely be frightened and break out in a cold sweat.

Never have I seen so many dark clouds appear at the same time, covering the entire continent.

They are like law enforcers who have been slacking off for hundreds of years and are suddenly caught by their leaders. In order to make amends, they all rush to work and keep themselves busy.

Countless bolts of thunder fell from the sky, bombarding crowds or houses, and human exclamations and screams rang out one after another.

Like the end.

Humans and spiritual beasts, with a strong desire to survive, dodged the lightning like headless flies. Even though they knew there was nowhere to hide, they still ran as far as they could.

I couldn't help but look back. A big pit had already exploded where the lightning had struck. The people inside had turned into pieces of charred charcoal, surrounded by blazing flames.

Everyone had to bite the bullet and go back to help put out the fire.

After working for a while, some light came through the top of my head. I looked up and saw that the dark clouds had dispersed.

Everyone then realized that these thunders were the divine punishment mentioned in the world notification just now.

Someone asked loudly: "Who was the person who was killed just now?"

"It seems...he is the only son of the Zhang family."

"I didn't expect that he looked like a normal person, but he was actually abusive..."

"Ah!!! My son! Who did this!" Zhang's parents rushed to the deceased, wailing, and warning passers-by with murderous eyes.

Everyone pursed their lips, took their contracted beasts and ran away, then jumped up and down, gossiping everywhere about who else had been punished.

It is true that you can never judge a person by his appearance. It turns out that someone is very bad to his contracted beast. Everyone thought that the contracted beast was in poor health, but someone still stayed with it.

So-and-so offended his contracted beast so badly that, although he was not struck to death, the contract became invalid immediately and he had one of his ears bitten off by the former contracted beast.

What’s even more bizarre is that a contracted beast was also struck by lightning!

People usually think that the owner of the spirit beast is difficult to get along with, and the expression of the contracted beast looks very gloomy.

Unexpectedly, the contracted beast had a bad habit and ate the child of a relative!

At this moment, the owner who let the wolf into the house was kneeling on the ground and crying loudly, feeling very relieved.

This is a loophole left by the previous version of the spirit beast contract.

In terms of obligations, they focus more on the human part than the spiritual beast part. As long as the harm is not to the master himself, it is not considered betrayal.

Since you keep talking about equality, then don't be partial and fill all the loopholes.

On this day, countless beastmasters, even if they were not seriously injured, became single commanders. The spirit beasts ran back to the mountains and forests without any reluctance, vowing never to see each other again.

There are also some contracted beasts who apply for termination of the contract and disband directly after thirty days.

Even if many people do not abuse animals, they cannot be considered good owners. They are forced into contracts due to social trends. They are not animal tamers who have received systematic training, but are just ordinary farmers or workers.

They cannot provide the contracted beasts with the necessary resources like real beastmasters can.

For contracted beasts, this is equivalent to the HR painting a rosy picture when applying for a job, but in the end the salary is only two thousand five hundred. Only a fool would not run.

Seeing this phenomenon, some people were ecstatic.

In the future, there will inevitably be a group of people who do not have contracted beasts. Then, people like me and my descendants with physiques that prohibit magic will not be so out of place among them.

They just want to live an ordinary life and don't want to be misunderstood as a disaster or have rotten eggs thrown at them when they go out.

I don't want to spend a lot of my savings to "baptize" a "contracted beast" from the Beast Temple...

A week later, in the Holy City of the Beast Temple.

Jiang Zeyang walked in the spacious and airy corridor, holding a bowl of medicinal soup.

There was obviously so much space, but a man came towards him and bumped into him with his arm.

The black medicine soup spilled all over the floor.

"I'm sorry, Junior Brother, you're too short, I didn't see it just now."

The 1.90-meter-tall burly man looked down at Jiang Zeyang as he picked up the soup bowl.

Jiang Zeyang straightened up, revealing an embarrassed look of being humiliated, "Brother Huo, this is the teacher's medicine."

The man waved his hand, pushed him aside, and said proudly: "Teacher, I gave you some healing medicine, so you don't have to carry these over..."

Before he could finish his words, the noise of furniture being overturned and the screams of a maid were heard from the door of a room not far away.

"Your Holiness, this is not good!"

"Your Majesty started vomiting blood after taking Bishop Huo's medicine!"

"Quick! Capture Bishop Huo!"

The man who was showing off his might just now was immediately picked up by the guards who surrounded him from all directions, his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible! The medicine I offered has no side effects! You can't arrest me—"

Jiang Zeyang waved his hand gently, "Take him away."

"No--!!"

After a brief commotion, Jiang Zeyang walked into the Pope's bedroom and knelt on one knee beside the Pope's bed.

The Pope, who had always been in good health, aged dozens of years in an instant after suffering divine punishment, and looked like an old man in his twilight years.

He panted heavily, his lifeless eyes moved towards Jiang Zeyang, and asked weakly: "How many disciples do I have left?"

Less than ten.

Either die in battle, or be struck to death by divine punishment, or like just now, be inexplicably executed for murdering the Pope.

The first two were their own fault; the latter had its own mastermind behind it.

Jiang Zeyang rubbed his fingers together, and black powder fell onto the bed sheet. He tucked in the quilt to spread the powder more evenly.

"Teacher, you will get better. If you want, you can get more in the future."

The Pope forced a wry smile.

During that catastrophe, the organization with the largest proportion of people condemned by God was the Beast Temple.

Those who have never been struck by lightning are those with true magic-resistant physiques, so they cannot sign a contract at all, and naturally there is no such thing as breach of contract.

The Beast Temple has been developing for hundreds of years. It is no longer a public welfare organization for a group of people with magic-suppressing physiques to learn from each other. Instead, the proportion of beastmasters within it is very high.

Moreover, the cultivation talents of these beast masters are higher and higher, and each of them has a very high say.

They are also more greedy and are keen on studying how to own multiple contracted beasts at the same time like the founder.

During the research process, there are many people who send their contracted beasts to the experimental table.

Including the Pope himself, his contracted beast was killed when he was in his twenties.

If he hadn't had many means of self-defense and hadn't dragged many people down with him, he would not have survived the catastrophe a week ago.

But now, living is almost the same as being dead, and I can’t even get out of bed.

"No...something's wrong..." Someone rushed in hurriedly.

"All the priests and messengers we sent to various parts of the world have been driven back..."

No one is stupid. If the beast tide still has a certain degree of randomness, then the heavenly thunder hitting the people in the Beast Temple with incredible precision is enough to reveal their true faces.

No one dared to trust the Beast Temple anymore, not even the believers who had been "baptized".

The few surviving priests returned to the holy city in a panic, adding another layer of gloom to the Beast Temple.

Even though this was expected, the Pope was still so angry that he fainted again.