I just covet their strength

Chapter 146 The Devourer

After reaching an agreement with Hecas, the future great witch, Westhead returned to the front line without stopping.

Westhead knew Hecas's character very well. As long as he could make progress in fighting against Chaos, the Red-haired Witch would definitely support him.

Miss Witch’s request is reasonable. If you want to cooperate with others, you must first demonstrate your own value and strength. This is a simple truth.

He never imagined that he could make Hecas submit to him willingly by his eloquence.

What does it mean that the tiger's body trembles and the aura of king and tyrant leaks out?

Westhead really wants a hypnosis software that can freely adjust the favorability, and it would be best if he can directly become the male protagonist of Pregnancy.

Unfortunately, no. Even if he has the charm talent of [Flawless Face], he still has to follow the basic rules if he wants to improve favorability. Only when the difference in rank is quite large can he fully exert his succubus-like attraction and win over the opponent quickly.

Rushing back to the frontline base, the first thing Westhead had to do was to integrate the extraordinary people he had.

Mercenaries recruited in the imperial capital, surviving guard members of Qinghui Territory, and newly promoted extraordinary people who have passed the Knight's Grimoire.

These three constitute the core extraordinary forces under Westhead at present. The first two can be called elite, but their number is too small to support a major war.

Therefore, only the newcomers who have just embarked on the path of knighthood can take the lead.

"Brother, if you intend to use war to fade their immaturity and accelerate their growth, you must be prepared to lose more than half of them in every battle."

Yurta pointed out the cruel reality without any hesitation and said:

"If we let a first-level or elite-level transcendent directly participate in the Chaos Battlefield, the survival rate is usually 46%, and that's if they win."

If we lose the battle, everyone will surely die.

Westhead frowned and said, "I don't like what you said. With the quality of our Bright People, how can we use the average level to measure it?"

The humans living in the Bright Forest have more or less received the blessings of the Holy Spirit, and their basic qualities are stronger than those of ordinary people, although most of the blessings of the Bright Holy Spirit are applied to their appearance.

Yuerda lowered her head for a moment and said, "You are right, so the survival rate is 60%?"

"You have already admitted that nearly half of our troops were killed or wounded?"

The white-blond girl shook her head and looked at her brother with firm and resolute eyes.

"Please don't misunderstand me. I am not blaming or mocking your decision. In fact, sending them to the battlefield is the right thing to do. In order to recapture Qinghui Territory, all Bright People should be prepared to sacrifice. To create any glory or wash away any shame, it will take blood to accomplish this."

You seem a bit bloodthirsty.

Westhead: "I just want to significantly enhance the fighting power of these knight apprentices. Even if casualties in war are inevitable, I hope that fewer of my loyal and precious subjects will die."

Yurda: "Then the best way is to directly learn more combat skills or magic, but the magic book only contains the most basic parts, and the subsequent inheritance must be explored and created by ourselves."

"Promotion after the Knighthood Path."

Westhead highly respected the path of chivalry, but he also knew that he must not copy the [Eternal Lan Knight] verbatim - he didn't have the ability to do so. Many of the Eternal Lan Knight's inheritances were only available in the Kingdom of Knights, otherwise he would have to copy it.

But if the Knight of Qinghui wants to walk a new path independently, he still has to rely on the Holy Spirit of Purity in the final analysis. As long as he can control the Holy Spirit in his hands, there will be many ways to play Westhead, and it will not be difficult to create a new heritage.

"Although we can't optimize the path right now, we must not treat our warriors badly in terms of weapons and equipment. I'll go see how the Shadow Fire weapons are prepared."

Westhead then went to the Shadowfire Technician's workshop. In this core building, Shadowfire Technicians worked day and night to forge all kinds of materials needed to rebuild the territory.

"Where's Chamuel?"

Westhead asked the nearest technician, who pointed wordlessly to a corner of the workshop.

Chamuel was lying on the bench. She had taken off her Gothic dress with intricate patterns. Her long flaxen hair was tied into a neat ponytail and draped over her work clothes.

As he got closer, Westhead heard Chamuel's sobbing:
"woooooo"

The calm and mysterious big Lolita turned her back to Westhead, twisted her body left and right, and uttered an unclear whisper:

"The fight against the great enemy of Chaos is so dull, arduous and difficult. Oh, my flame is about to burn out, leaving only pale ash."

"No way! Shadow Fire is not a heroic flame, it is an eternal star. How can it be extinguished after a short burning? Sparks must be extinguished and rekindled!"

"Chamuel."

As soon as Westhead's voice sounded, the big loli jumped up with incredible agility and sat up straight on the spot.

Chamuel raised his hand and saluted Westhead in a daze:
"Yes! Lord Qinghui gave me the target of producing 1,300 Shadowfire suits, as well as nearly 10,000 alchemical bombs and strengthening potions. All of them must be completed within this week!"

Taking a deep breath, the big loli shouted in a hoarse voice: "Make sure to complete the task!" The shadow of fire in Xia Muer's bright eyes was looming and almost extinguished. It seemed that she would faint in the next moment, but she still forced herself to stand upright.

Despite her young age, as a member of the Shadow Flame family, the big loli has an out-and-out military style.

Orders from superiors must be completed even at the cost of death.

"Really? Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing that the big loli looked overworked and unconscious, Westhead felt ashamed for employing child labor, even though he was the instigator.

However, this guilt only lasted for a second. Westhead patted Chamuel on the shoulder:

"Come on! Young people are in good health. Exercise more. There is no harm in suffering a little!"

"Yes!"

In fact, Chamuel could no longer hear what Westhead was saying, and he just responded instinctively.

"By the way, is Myvana still feeling unwell?"

After coming out of the workshop, Westhead began to ask about the wolf-eared girl's condition.

"Yes, Miss Myvana is still resting, but she has been feeling much better recently. She also told me that she is ready to fight at any time."

Westhead's eyes were serious: "No hurry, let her rest and recuperate for a few more days."

In the next battle, the one against the [God of the Turbid World], Miss Knight's combat power is indispensable. It can even be said that the key to success or failure lies in her.

But after approaching the Bright Forest, the wolf-eared girl felt extremely uncomfortable, and the activity of [Cursed Blood] increased dramatically.

This forced Myvana to suspend all activities to suppress the suddenly restless blood.

Westhead probably knew what was going on, but there was nothing he could do. This was the inevitable fate of Mivana being cursed.

But he will face it together with the beast-eared girl.

"Don't let Myvana act alone anymore. Add her to my team."

Just as Westhead was preparing for war, at the other end of the Holy Land.

Although it is called the "Bright Forest", it is actually an extremely vast area consisting of many forests, valleys, plains and hills.

However, having fallen into chaos, these places have long lost their former lushness and prosperity. Only endless monsters are roaming around. The beasts breathe in and out the chaotic magic power that permeates the atmosphere, turning it into a thin mist that covers the mountains and forests, causing the flowers and plants to wither and the trees to rot.

In the center of the gray jungle, a dim light flickered, and a huge vortex, surging with extremely dirty fog, stood above a hill.

And endless chaotic power was transmitted through it, wild beasts poured out from it and leaped around it, more and more.

In this cold black fog that is like hell, one can vaguely see a pair of huge bat wings that seem to be made of flesh and blood flapping, with countless strange patterns on them that flash blood-red magical light.

Under the influence of this light, the wind blowing above the forest became more and more violent, and the clouds and air flows within dozens of kilometers around seemed to change direction because of the pair of wings.

"Hiss - Mother, I know, I already know"

A hoarse and dull roar came from the throat, and the figure mixed with red and black shook its body. The chaotic magic power boiled, and the black and red mist rose into the sky, mixed with dust and gravel, and scattered to every corner of the forest.

Countless monsters breathed in the power of chaos to satisfy their own needs for materialization. Little by little, ruby-like exoskeletons appeared around their bodies, carrying wild and bloody power.

"The original forerunners are trapped in mortal bodies. They are trapped in a prison. I will free them!"

A low and hoarse voice sounded, and the echo was also in the forest.

The wings vibrated, blowing away the mist that was wrapped around it, and the master of monsters appeared.

It seemed like a giant made of rusty black iron and blood-red flesh, but with its sharp claws, angular shape, hammer-like head, and scales covering its entire body, it looked more like an upright wild beast.

The smooth muscle lines are full of the beauty of wild power. The spine, skull and claws are made of scarlet gems, shining with a weird, evil and terrifying luster.

With its bloody mouth wide open, only molten fire was rising in the jagged mouth. The [Devourer] grabbed the Chaos Monster beside it, stuffed the indescribable mass of flesh and blood into its mouth, and began to chew it vigorously.

While eating, he looked at the forest surrounded by a blue barrier in the sky and laughed:

“Hahahaha!! Once the original pioneers are liberated, this tortoise shell can finally be pried open. I have wasted too much time here, but it’s all worth it.”

"Not only can the original pioneer be liberated, but this disgusting and filthy Holy Spirit can also be corrected to its correct form!"

(End of this chapter)