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Chapter 943 942. Go wherever the gods say! Can the gods still harm you?

By the time Xu Gesen returned to the gnoll camp, the remaining priests had been summoned, and a certain order of things had been restored in the camp after some suppression. The barbarians who had been killed by his own people were being dragged away. Go out and throw them all over the swamp, making the whole camp smell like blood.

The Lord of Hunting opened the mask of the vanguard-class power armor he had just put on, and took a very pleasant breath of the smell of blood. Although the death he had tasted in the Kingdom of God in the past was also wonderful, it was not as good as it was after all. The real blood in front of me was even more exciting.

But then a sense of self-pity rose up in my heart.

Damn it, how did I end up like a bear who feels good even if he breathes in the smell of blood?

It's all those bastard vampires' fault!
Murphy, and Paying!
Just wait for me, I'll give you a good look!
Its face became ferocious again, and it did not close its helmet. It just strode forward with blood-red steel weapons in front of a group of jackal warlords and priests looking at it in fear.

It looked around at the gathered warriors in front of it.

As the god of the jackal race, even though it has lost most of its power, it can feel the emptiness, confusion and fear of the warriors in front of it just from the remaining connection of faith.

Continuous failures have made them pessimistic about the future. Although they are still strong, they are unable to explode with the destructive power they deserve.

Such weak flesh and blood!
The Lord of Hunting commented dissatisfiedly in his heart. Although its existence comes from the foolish dedication of these jackals in front of it, there is no need to expect an evil god to regard these servants who continue to fail as something important. Hunting After being able to interfere in the material world, the Lord never even concealed his attitude towards the gnolls.

It is nothing more than firewood and nourishment.

The only meaning of their existence is to support themselves as gods. As for whether they live well or not, whether their short and wild life is stable and happy is not important at all.

In his current weak state, if he wants to quickly regain his strength, he must start the sacrifices that continue to happen on the Maginot Line!

Correct!
A few more bloody rituals will allow his wounded soul to recover to a state sufficient to protect itself while absorbing the nutrients of death and cruelty. His shrine has been destroyed by that bastard Pa Ying, and he can no longer absorb faith on a large scale. Use this more primitive approach.

But that doesn't matter.

He is a god and has a lot of forbidden knowledge in his mind. Although he doesn't care much about it, he can still use it when needed.

"You cowards!"

The Lord of Hunting controlled Xu Gesen's body and spoke.

But language is just a representation. What it really uses is its "privilege" as the god of racial belief. It violently stuffs its mind into the bodies of these warriors in front of it in a crude manner, replacing them with its own brutal will. Weak and stupid thinking.

They are just moving tools, and they have to fulfill their mission as firewood. Too much wisdom and consideration will only affect the speed of drawing their swords.

If the gnolls were really creatures created by the Lord of Hunting, then he probably wouldn't have shaped the brains of the gnolls at all. It would have only given them an organ used to enshrine their faith, and the rest would have been shaped into features of destructive power and strength. .

It seems that the Creator doesn’t know how to make things!

Why give gnolls a complete brain and why give them the ability to think? A fool who thinks too much will only do bad things! Look how much trouble their poor wisdom has caused them now?
The Lord of Hunting was scornful and full of complaints in his heart. Xu Gesen, who was suppressed by it, could completely feel the dissatisfaction and contempt of his god at this time. The world view based on brutality, plunder and destruction was simple, crude, and self-contained. This set of logic is really a bit overwhelming.

Thinking again that the appearance of the Lord of Hunting was formed by a hundred years of worship by jackals, this thinking and concept at this time is the "ultimate expression" of the core of jackal civilization, which makes Xu Gesen even more sad.

A hundred years of support from one clan resulted in such a thing.

Alas, the Jackal's wars and defeats are not unreasonable.

It will be suppressed by the Lord of Hunting in the corner of his mind, looking at everything in front of him from a third-party perspective.

It can see the minds of jackals being seized and crushed by the Lord of Hunting, it can see extreme thoughts stuffed into the bodies of the walking dead, it can see the eyes of those who can hardly be called living beings ignited. Unbridled rage.

The last dignity in life was taken away and played with, and the evil god insulted him with words of trash. The dignity of a race was trampled by the self-created things, and there was no possibility of getting up after stepping into the mud.

Emotions of joy and anger rose in the Grand Overseer's thoughts.

Fortunately, such an evil god has been defeated, and what it demonstrated before his eyes will no longer become the hopeless future of the jackal civilization.

The angry thing is that as long as this evil god does not die, the jackal will suffer another day of humiliation and torture.

But the calm that followed dispelled these two short-lived and sharp emotions. Xu Gesen looked at the spread and spread of this cult ritual from a calmer perspective. He knew that this was the last time the evil god would humiliate them.

Thinking about it again, the jackals who are still unwilling to flee in this desperate situation and stay here in anticipation of a turnaround are all true loyalists of the Lord of Hunting. They are all thugs who will carry out the destruction of the black disaster to the limit. They will all hinder themselves. The race of bastards who got up step by step from the quagmire.

All the previous emotions were transformed into sarcasm at this moment.

Ah, the thugs who longed to see the gods finally got their wish and got the response from the evil god. In this way, when their crushed minds were broken in pain, their brutal bodies would probably stand up proudly, right?
What a great piece of black humor!
It is a perfect farewell piece to be performed at the funeral of the Lord of the Hunt.

This Lord of Hunting may not all have shortcomings. Brother Hunting also knows to pick up the garbage he created and take it away before he exits. Look at his high quality. The shadows of the subspace should learn from him. ah.

Compared to those barbarians whose minds were cruelly crushed and then infused with mind-destroying minds, as hunting priests who are more closely connected with gods, they will undoubtedly be able to feel the "power of gods" more truly. His eyes became bright and firm again.

They felt the presence of God from the Great Overseer Xu Gesen!
There is no doubt that their god did not die, he was just transferred into the bodies of the Chosen Ones in a cunning way consistent with the hunters.

The gods are still there!

The gods are now leading them themselves!
The gods have personally come among the believers, and they will be invincible!

As the first priest roared in frenzied satisfaction, it was like a barbaric ritual had been initiated. Roars full of war intent and destructive desire echoed one after another in the shadow of the swamp, like a pack of hungry wolves. He vowed to go out to war, and it was like the war dogs of destruction were finally released.

In the end, the bloody light converged into a river-like flow, and all the gnolls in the entire camp were imbued with the will of the Lord of Hunting. Even the wargs entered an extremely dangerous offensive posture.

This made the Hunting Lord nod with satisfaction.

This is the state of mind He wants to see in his followers.

There is no need to think about anything! Strategies and tactics are just tricks for the weak to comfort themselves!

When you have power, just draw a knife when you see something unpleasant. This world is a cruel hunting ground. The weak cannot survive here. Only the strong can dominate everything and enjoy everything.

Civilization should never be the choice of the Jackals. Only by making great strides forward on the road of cruelty and destruction can this race have a glimmer of hope to reach the top of the world.

He is a god shaped by the barbaric beliefs of jackals. No one understands the spiritual core and collective expectations of this race better than him. The black disasters are a struggle under the pressure of survival, but anything can be done. By the third or fourth time, the original reason no longer matters.

They are eager to conquer the world, so they have shaped themselves into what they are now!

His own cruelty and ruthlessness are all based on the realization of this goal.

The Lord of Hunting never thinks there is anything wrong with his attitude towards the gnolls. He just uses his own thinking to help them conquer the world. When every gnoll's mind is burning, when a thug dedicates everything to himself in his faith. , when you absorb the burning civilization and become stronger day by day, you can personally beat the world into ruins, and then the jackals can become the masters of this ruins. Is there something wrong with my logic?

Didn't he help the Jackal ascend to the throne of the King of the World?
"It's because you didn't work hard enough that I ended up in this situation! You losers, use your meaningless lives to make one last sacrifice to your god."

The Lord of the Hunt rides a vanguard-class power armor and holds Hugersen's claw-splitting warhammer. In the background of thunder and lightning, he faces the excited Gnoll believers who are roaring and kneeling in front of him. He shouts loudly. shouted:
"Now, go to war! Go to the forbidden swamp! The shameless vampire Murphy has brought you failure again and again, and now, your god will punish him! Those failures and shame will eventually end in a brutal destruction , and I am the sword-holder in the burning fire.

Set off! "

Amid the wild roar of the Lord of Hunting, the last of the destructive thugs entrenched in the swamp jumped on their wargs, hoisted their war flags, and surrounded their master like a noisy bloody stream towards the swamp. Departure from restricted area.

The last group of guys to leave allowed their desire for destruction to take over and set a fire in the camp.

The flames burned in the swamp and even ignited the piled explosives. They did not take away these things because the Lord of the Hunt did not like these things that required brains to use well.

It believes in a simple and weird fighting philosophy.
In short, the violent explosions and burning fires quickly alarmed the Avalon believers active in the swamp.

After the collapse of the gnolls, these warriors began to hunt them in the holy land of Avalon. This was their way of dedicating their loyalty to the god of Avalon. Soon there were several teams of witch hunters and druids. Approaching the gnoll camp.

The released raptors quickly brought back the news that the burning camp was empty.

The druids ventured across the fire field to conduct a reconnaissance of the camp. They confirmed the news, and the Druid lady with a scar on her face turned into a flying eagle and approached the chief of Hugersen's camp.

This place was built on a high ground and had not yet been engulfed by flames. She walked in vigilantly and saw the torn corpse, which made her feel disgusted.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he noticed that the warg that had been beaten to death in the corner of the camp still had a trace of life.

Miss Druid was a little hesitant.

She knows this warg named "Deathclaw", who is Xu Gesen's favorite hunting partner. The jackal warlord is accompanied by Deathclaw every time he appears on the stage. Many brave warriors are under the claws of this hungry wolf. die.

She should have killed the evil beast here, or left it here to be burned to death by the flames, but the Deathclaw seemed to feel the stranger's approach, and it used its last strength to let out a mournful cry.

It's like the mouth is blocked by something.

This aroused the curiosity of Miss Druid. She is a very good scout. She noticed something strange in the miserable posture of the wolf, so she stepped forward with a bramble staff and looked at the hungry wolf, guarding against being cruelly attacked by the other party. Take a big bite.

But the Deathclaw didn't bite her.

It doesn't have the energy to attack anymore.

When the Lord of the Hunt took over Hugeson's body, it tried to help his master but was beaten like this by the furious evil god.

The reason why the Lord of the Hunt did not kill it was purely to disgust Hugersen. The evil god knew Xugersen's feelings for the Deathclaw, and it regarded this as a severe punishment for the traitor.

As the druid watched, Deathclaw coughed, spat out the hide hidden in his mouth, and moved it with his claws to signal the druid to take it away. Then the wolf waited for death in a posture Closed his eyes.

Miss Druid picked up the animal skin soaked in warg saliva with a hint of disgust and unfolded it in front of her eyes.

This is a letter.

The first sentence he spoke was "Your Excellency Murphy", which made Miss Druid's eyes widen. She briefly glanced at the letter and then stood up suddenly, shaking her hands and taking out a Disciple of Avalon from her arms. The special seeds used to communicate with each other directly call Patriarch Natalie who is still in Cadman City.

"What? The soul of the Lord of Hunting is hidden in Xu Gesen's body? The gnoll left a message asking for Lord Murphy's help to kill the evil god together?"

Natalie's rhetorical question with a tone of disbelief was quickly passed back along the seed, and she exclaimed:

"Bonnie, are you sure you didn't drink when you led the hunting team today?"

"I don't!"

Miss Druid retorted angrily:

"I just drank a little bit of that grain-brewed drink when I wasn't supposed to, to numb my painful past. This is a healing method rather than pure enjoyment. How can you slander me like this, Patriarch!"

"I'm sorry. It's just that the news you sent is too shocking. Wait a minute, I will report to Mr. Murphy."

Natalie warned:

"You immediately take that letter and use Wolfsburg's portal to come to the Maginot Line."

"Okay, Patriarch."

The Druid lady named Bonnie responded, and then she glanced at the Deathclaw warg at her feet, which was waiting for death with its eyes closed, and she asked:

"I know this beast has committed many sins, but we may be able to dig out more information from it using the druid's bestiality communication. The gnolls have left and set fire to the camp. No one knows now What are they like?

This is obviously not right. "

"Take it to Wolfsburg for treatment. No, bring it directly to the Maginot Line and I will interrogate it personally."

Natalie said in a deep voice:

"Let the warriors in the swamp gather together, and we must not allow the spirit of the Lord of the Hunt to escape again. In the name of Avalon, this evil god has caused too many tragedies in our world, and it deserves to be punished by complete annihilation! "

"Okay, Patriarch."

Bonnie nodded, she collected the seeds and called her companions to come over to join them, and then stretched out her hand to summon a trace of healing power to apply to the warg.

This made Deathclaw open its eyes in confusion. It saw the druid with scars on his face. The latter stared at it with a stern look and said:
"You can never die so happily. You have to be judged for the evil things you have done in the past!"

"Ow?"

Deathclaw made a confused snort.

Are you humans sick?

I'm almost dead, can't you just let me leave happily? My master has made up his mind to die, and I am just taking the first step. Are you not even willing to realize such a humble wish as a beast?
(End of this chapter)