"ShügsenSchugsen!"

In the Overseer's tent in the Valley of Shadows, the Chosen One of the Lord of the Hunt heard the low, ethereal call once again in his sleep, like a ship sailing on a dark sea, dark everywhere it looks, with only a ray of light guiding it closer to the other side of faith.

Xu Gesen was awake in his dream.

When it opened its eyes, it saw a blood-colored world, with corpse-strewn paths and stairs stretching beneath its feet, leading to the Throne of Bones at the forefront.

How many times have you faced such a scene?

The Chosen Overseer couldn't help but ask himself questions.

Over the past period of time, this illusion of faith has been constantly eroding it, deepening the gnawing and pulling of Xu Gesen's mind, as if calling it to merge into this bloody world of slaughter.

If it were for other gnolls here, they would have worshiped the blood-colored djinn sitting on the throne of bones, but Xu Gesen was different.

Lord Philip told it that as a descendant of the Lord of the Biting Bone, it possessed more staunch subspace resistance than the other gnolls, and that for some time in the past, Hygesen had been able to think and execute his own plans and actions without interference, but now that natural resistance was also being eroded.

This is evidenced by the increasingly frequent dreams of faith.

The Lord of the Hunt is urging His Chosen to act as soon as possible, and as an unawakened God, this is the maximum amount of His interference in the physical world.

He also has his flaws, and at this stage he is not yet able to directly manipulate the half-hearted chosen one to become the butcher of the slaughtering world.

However, the power of the Lord of the Hunt is growing day by day.

Xu Gesen felt this very clearly, and he suspected that this was related to the changes on the battlefield on the Western Front, and he was about to wake up, and at the current rate of strength growth, there would be no more than a month and a half of time left!

Xu Gesen knew that he had to act.

Although it has purged its army of the hunting priests who have been completely bewitched by the faith, and with the help of the Haasian overseers, it has mastered the power under its command to the fullest, but once the awakening of the Lord of the Hunt reaches a certain limit, Hygson's spiritual resistance will eventually be defeated, and he will fall into the eternal bloody hunt.

It stood up in its dream, feeling the urgency that made it reach out its claws as usual, trying to tear the blood-colored dream apart, but the situation seemed different today.

No matter how much Xu Gesen resisted, the dream still stood stubbornly, and the voice of the call became more and more frequent, and at the end of the skull avenue in front of him, the streamer on the throne seemed to call it to step into it.

The Lord of the Hunt has something to show him.

It can't leave here until you've seen it.

The Overseer gritted his teeth and stepped out of the skull-paved avenue in front of him without much fear.

It climbed step by step, and with each step it could hear the wail of the skull beneath its feet, perhaps the most popular sound of the lord of the hunt, but to Hurgeson's ears it was only noisy.

As an Overseer, a descendant of the Lord of the Biting Bone, it does not enjoy slaughter and chases victory, and slaughter that does not contribute to victory is not Hurgeson's entertainment, and sadly, its god seems to prefer tyranny to victory.

What's the point?

Xu Gesen sighed inwardly.

It knew that it could not change the symbol and physiognomy of the Lord of the Hunt, that it was the convergence of barbaric traditions that had accompanied the Gnolls' civilization when it restarted in this chaotic era, and that it was a community of faith forged by the thoughts and thoughts of countless gnolls.

How ugly the lord of the hunt was, how crazy the gnolls of the past were.

Although it is not known where the wise wolf intends to take the future of the gnolls, the current group symbol is definitely not what a normal civilization should be.

Shügesen stepped up the stairs and soon came to the front of the throne of skulls, and from below, the blood-colored world could see the blood-colored face of the Lord of the Hunt sitting on the throne, but when he reached this place, he could only see the empty throne.

It hasn't been born yet, after all.

But there was a flickering light on that throne, waiting for Whitson to touch and see.

It stretched out its claws and touched the ball of light, and the next moment its consciousness seemed to be thrown into the air, and when it looked down from the height, it could see a black earth, and tens of thousands of gnolls were riding wolves forward, turning into a turbid current and rushing towards the open mountain pass.

Farther away, the villages and small cities of the Genoese Peninsula were already ablaze, and black smoke rose into the sky.

Countless gnolll warriors roared, cheered, slaughtered, leaving countless corpses in the burned city, and children who had lost their parents weeping in the smoke.

Shügeson saw a tall gnoll carved out of almost the same mold as it rode the wolf through the burning land, watching with satisfaction and tyranny what was happening in front of it, and behind it, countless jackals were flocking more frantically towards the territory that had been peaceful for thousands of years.

That's Gelman Biting!

Hangson had seen it from afar.

Despite being a descendant of the King of the Biters, Gelman is like the other side of Shügsen, more like a traditional gnoll, savage, powerful and aggressive, and he has also inherited something from the King of the Biters, strength, ambition and domineering.

Now that Gelman is on the path to the glory it seeks, it is paying homage to its ancestors with a great victory across the Genoese Peninsula.

It aspires to become the second king of the biting bones, and it has indeed taken the first step in this great undertaking.

Whitson withdrew his gaze, and it looked at the sky, what the Lord of the Hunt really wanted it to see, and where mortals could not notice, wisps of blood-colored light were pouring into the sky from the battlefield below, greedily devoured by an invisible thing.

Every slaughter carried out by the gnolls, every battle dominated by them, every trace of blood shed by the gnolls produces such bloody spots.

That's nutrients!

It was the nourishment that nourished the Lord of the Hunt, and with each chaotic breath, the Djinn face of the Lord of the Hunt became more real.

It's powerful, there's no doubt about that.

Both Chief Amot and the dead old Manson described to Shügsen the birth of the Lord of the Hunt, the racial god of the Gnolls, who would be strong because of the prosperity of the Gnolls, whose numbers and reproductive abilities were unmatched in the whole world, which meant that the Lord of the Hunt was naturally strong.

It also has the priesthood of killing, fighting, and hunting, which means that once it is born, its divine power will surpass that of most gods in the subspace, at least much more powerful than that of Vam's so-called berserker.

The appearance of such a guy on the battlefield of subspace and the material world will definitely upset the current balance between order and chaos, which is the meaning of the birth of the Lord of the Hunt.

It could become a key "match point" in a pivotal battle.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'll do my duty, my gods, I'm ready to go, and you want to see the same scene happen in Transnesia. I know! I will carry out your will. ”

Xu Gesen, of course, understood that his god had called him over to watch a movie, and he immediately made a promise, and then the blood-colored dream began to crumble like quicksand.

This time, as the dream dissipated, Hurgesen felt a little pain.

It is the oppression and pull that acts directly on the soul level, which represents the punishment imposed on it by the displeasure of the Lord of the Hunt.

It's more of a warning than a punishment.

"Alas"

Shügeson's eyes opened in reality, and he sat up from his bed and glanced at the weapon placed at his feet, which had been made by the craftsmen just a few days ago.

A warhammer with a very barbarian style.

The handle of the millennial wood from the Mossy Valley is wrapped in the skin of the Thunder Lizard, while the Warhammer is made from an irregular piece of blood-colored horn to create an armor-piercing cone, and the cast ores are combined with the secret technique of voodoo to create a sturdy square hammer with a strong frontal square body.

It seals the heart of a Thunder Lizard King that has lived for six hundred years, allowing the hammer to draw dazzling thunder when wielded.

Its tail is dotted with spikes made of large wolf fangs, the remains of the wolf plague lord Baucus.

Referring to it as the "Claw Splitter" in honor of his origins and his dead adoptive mother, Hurgesen stretched out his claws to hold the heavy hammer in his hand, and when he stroked it, he could see the blue electricity wrapping around the hammer head.

This weapon is not tainted with the power of the Lord of the Hunt, but the most orthodox war divinity from Bloodhorn Pad inherited from the fallen god of war, Sulfur Gouk, flows through it.

This means that when holding this weapon, the weakening of Murphy's strange anti-chaos divinity will be offset to the greatest extent possible by Ugson.

It's confident she'll surprise the damn vampire lord the next time it sees him.

"Pass my orders!"

Whugsen brought his spare helmet, and it was also a shame that the first helmet belonging to it had been shamelessly snatched by the madmen of Transencia in the previous battle.

It uttered a low voice in the darkness and commanded:

Our God desires to see bloodshed and slaughter, and we should satisfy His desires.

Let the Overseers come to me and tell Haas that the Vanguard is ready to go! Advance to the Filthy Swamp and announce to the Transansians that the decisive battle is about to begin! ”

"Yes!"

The Guardians of the Chosen responded loudly, they had been looking forward to this day for a long, long time.

It was like a wildfire falling into a mountain of firewood, and in just a few moments, the silent valley of shadows became noisy, like a lit fire, lighting up the boundless night.

——

"Buzz"

In the swift transfer of the Creator's teleportation board, Murphy returns to the swamp exclusion zone, where Triss is right in front to greet him.

The little couple hadn't been seen for a few days, and Tracey, who was wearing a lady's official suit and surrounded by three iron beetle assistants, stepped forward to kiss her little cutie, completely ignoring Andre and Barbro and Claire's first mate who were following Murphy.

For the first time, they entered the land of creation, hidden in a filthy swamp.

However, they had been to the Gnoll Civilization Pavilion before, so they didn't look like dirt buns who were curious about everything, but the difference between the exhibition hall and other Creation Lands was that this area was one of the few Creation Lands that was still functioning well.

Therefore, the environment here naturally reflects the spirit of the Golden Age more than other places of creation.

André, an exotic poet who saw the automatic machines and the mythical scenes, was in a state of turmoil to write a brilliant prose, but Captain Blooddread and his first mate were vulgar, and they only wanted to get some treasures here so that they would not return empty-handed.

"The biopod is ready."

After finishing her kiss with Murphy, Tracey turned to the three vampires behind her in a businesslike manner:

"Pablo, you'd better take the Fragment of Greed with you, I don't want to waste too much time on this."

"I know, I know, you and Lord Murphy have an intimate and passionate date tonight, and my Claire and I used to play like this when we were younger, and I understand your mood at this time, so don't worry, you won't waste too much time."

The slick pirate Grand Duke grinned, and with a flick of his backhand, an irregular fragment of the slate of civilization jumped into the palm of his hand.

He and Claire followed Trith and Murphy to the creature chamber on the third basement level, where a biopod was ready for the Civilization Candidate to enter.

But at this very moment, Pablo said to Murphy:

"I've discussed it with Claire that we're going to have both of us go through this ritual together. Don't worry, it's not that I'm in love, but there are more realistic reasons. ”

"I am the most orthodox heir of the Blooddread Clan, and my Pablo is my heir, according to the traditions of the Bloodline, he is only a side branch."

First Officer Claire also explained:

"I love him passionately and am willing to assist him in becoming the Archduke of Blood, but the impurity of the bloodline may prevent Pablo from fully unearthing the information hidden in the bloodline of Archduke Charlemagne, so it is obviously good for everyone that the two of us accept this ritual together."

"Is it okay?"

Murphy blinked and looked at Tracy beside him, and said:

"Why didn't we think of this before?"

"Don't be stupid, Murphy, it's a tradition among pirates, both of these guys are eager to get some treasure from this trip, and the greed in their hearts can't allow them to go back empty-handed, you know what I mean?"

Trisy saw through the tricks of the two pirates at a glance, and she pouted and said:

"The two of them doing this ritual together is more like a spoil, and dividing the candidacy between the two can also be effective in ensuring cooperation and unity between them, especially if Pablo will drink the blood after that.

The relationship between these two guys is complicated, they are not as close and trusting as we are, and they can only use this evil way to maintain the relationship.

It's sad! ”

"Hmph, whatever you say, you're a senior."

Claire's first mate pursed her lips, reached out and undressed and lay down in the creature pod, wearing underwear that was simple enough to make Andre blush, while Pablo held her lover in an intimate gesture.

The two of them were almost snug together to enter the single-use biopod.

"Seriously, I don't think that's going to work."

Tris complained, and then opened the certification ceremony, placing the Greedy Shard on the authentication window, but unexpectedly, despite the warning from the pod's detection, the ritual was able to continue despite the warning.

"Can candidate identities really be split?"

It was the first time Murphy had seen anything like this.

He glanced at the two dormant creatures in the pod, nodded to Tracy and motioned for her to move forward in the ritual, then found a place to sit down and prepared himself for the resonance of the ancient memories.

Considering that the relationship between Archduke Charlemagne and Sallokdal is average, and he doesn't have much intersection with Lady Oksana, there is a high probability that this time the memories will not make the peachy memories that embarrassed him and Shani.

Well, I hope that damn memories don't appear, and if they continue to be entangled like this, they really can't be explained between him and Xia Ni.

"Here it is. The momentum is up. ”

After a few minutes, Murphy rubbed his head and said:

"This time, let me see what surprises the memories of this Archduke Charlemagne can bring us."

As soon as the words fell, Murphy's consciousness was withdrawn into the memories of the beginning of the resonance, and the first words he heard were:

"The assassination attempt against Councilor Pa Ying has failed, and there is clearly something wrong with the information you provided, Lord Charlemagne, Astral Hunter! You have wasted a lot of our human and material resources, and you are responsible for this failure! ”

"Of course, I'll be responsible, in fact, I'm here to give you an account today. I admit that I played a role in this assassination of Pa Ying, but I will give you a chance to make up for your failure.

Lo and behold, I brought Pa Ying and my brothers and sisters with me.

Come on!

Complete this ridiculous assassination in front of them. ”

“？？？”

(End of chapter)