The number of gnolls who escaped from the battlefields of the Crimean fortress was very small, and even fewer survived to make it back into the swamp alive.

Before returning to the Kingdom of God to deal with the harassment of the godslayers, the Lord of the Hunter gave the thugs who stormed the battlefield to attack the wolf god The last order was to fight to the death, and the vast majority of the gnolls faithfully fulfilled this mission, and those rampaging bastards were still fighting until they died.

Especially in the short period of time when the Lord of the Hunt landed in the material world, the gnolls without a leader even launched a wave of counterattacks, so that the tired Sudu had to personally apply blessings to encourage the warriors to fight.

However, the impact of the fall of the gods that followed on these believers is incalculable.

In particular, the roar and despair of the scepter of God when it struck the Lord of the Hunter, and when the body of the evil god collapsed, were reflected in the hearts of every mob, and then the spiritual world perceived by the gods fell into a deathly serenity, and they could no longer feel their own gods from that moment on.

Then they knew that their god was dead.

Then the thud is gone.

The spirits that were uplifted by the encouragement of the gods were also in panic because of the dissipation of the gods, and when the wild influence of the Lord of the Hunt dissipated, the battlefield in the darkness was exactly the same as the lord's position.

They collapsed.

Within minutes of the fall of the Lord of the Hunt, the tide of the entire battlefield was reversed.

The gnoll, who was fierce and invincible one second, turned into a wild dog with his head in his arms the next second, dropping his weapon and turning around without warning, making strange terrified cries similar to "our army has been defeated" as he ran.

The weary defenders didn't even have time to chase after them, and could only watch as the fellows rushed into the dangerously filthy swamp in the darkness of the night, but the swamp blessed by Avalon was hungry, and that alone doomed the rout.

But no one pays attention to those guys anymore!

The morale of the gnolls in the swampy camp near the Crimean fortress had fallen to the extreme, and in just a few hours, twenty-nine of the Bloodscar Priests who had been in charge of cheering and cheering themselves had committed suicide, and some of the fanatical brutes of the Bloodscar Clan could not accept that the fall of the gods had made them mad, and the mad ones slashed at the camp with knives and caused waves of chaos.

However, the Overseers were in no mood to care, as the collapse of faith caused by the fall of the gods had driven the most fanatical soldiers insane, and it would most likely be that the Overseers' attempts to appease them would most likely not be too friendly to their health.

Therefore, those who were still alive, as well as the commanders of their minds, were now standing outside the tent of the Grand Overseer of Hurgson.

Although there is a grapevine that the Grand Overseer has withdrawn from the battlefield ahead of schedule and is suspected of desertion, it is now this time, and the Overseers know that it is impossible to win the Central Battlefield, and the last and best option at the moment is to evacuate the hellish place of Transncia with the rest of the soldiers before the defenders of the Maginot Line take the initiative.

If Hygeson can bring them here, he can take them away, and most importantly, the Overseers know that the Chosen One has arranged for someone to answer in advance in the Valley of the Shadows.

At that time, many people were secretly laughing at Hygeson's caution, but in this desperate moment, they realized how "calculating" their Grand Overseers were, but Hygerson didn't seem to be in a very good state, and just now three Overseers went in to ask for advice, but they didn't move.

And the smell of blood coming out of the tent was terrifying, making the other Overseers a little afraid to guess what was going on inside.

They stared at each other with wide eyes, and no one could come up with an idea.

The chaos in the outlying camps was spreading, and if no one came up with an idea, they themselves would have to collapse due to internal chaos without waiting for the Transians to come and kill them.

They could only wait here, praying for the Overseers to cheer themselves up, when in the silence that was heavy enough to crush people, the Overseers were startled by a few screams from their tents, but Shügerson's voice then rang out.

"Come in!"

It said in a dumb voice.

The Overseers looked at me and I looked at you, and then walked quickly into their tents.

What caught my eye was three corpses that had been almost clawed and shattered like rotten flesh, the same three people who had entered the creation before, as if they had been subjected to terrible beasts and then torn apart in a frenzy after death.

The smell of blood in the tent was disgusting, making it look like a monster's lair.

What's even more terrifying is that the Great Overseer's most precious wolf claw was also thrown in the corner of the tent at this time, and the terrible wounds on its body looked like Xu Gesen's own hands

Scald!

This guy isn't really crazy, is he?

The Overseers lowered their heads and quietly exchanged glances, Hygeson is the chosen one of the Lord of the Hunt, the person who has the closest connection with the Lord of the Hunt in the world, and now that the fall of the gods has made ordinary priests crazy to commit suicide, with the close connection between Hygeson and the gods, it is normal for the spirit to be traumatized and cause a madness.

"Cowardly thing! What are you thinking? ”

Sitting on the throne of the King of Hunts, tainted with blood, Xu Gesen was like a perverted murderer, his claws were still dripping blood, his mane was covered with blood and minced flesh, and even in his mouth there was something that people didn't dare to look at.

Its voice was unusually cold.

It's like a sudden change of person, which makes people confused.

"Why is there so much chaos in the camp?"

It asked, but the Overseers did not dare to answer, and then heard Whitson's face full of disgust:

"Go! Silence those fools, and bring all the priests here, I have something to announce. ”

"Yes, yes!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two Overseers nodded and ran out to give the order.

They had brought their cronies to the camp to put down the chaos, and sent men to gather the priests, and after all this was done, the two cunning fellows looked at each other, and rushed to the location of the wolf cage with only their most trusted cronies.

I can't stay in this place anymore.

Hugeson has gone mad!

The devil knows what crazy things it will do, and although it is risky to venture through the swamp right now, it has no choice but to escape back to the Dark Mountains alive.

But the rest of the Overseers weren't so lucky, and Hygson stared at them, his strange bloody eyes shivering at them.

The most important thing is that when they approached Xu Gesen, their messy minds were refilled by a strange force, as if they had suddenly recovered from a state of panic to a state of full confidence.

Even more confident, there was a strange illusion that "although the war was not going well, although there were repeated defeats, although the gods were dead, although the time and place were favorable, and the people were not occupied, our army would still win".

In fact, when this strange mood appears, they have already lost their last chance to leave.

"Gather your armies."

"Hygsen" easily got the hearts of these cowardly fellows, and he waved his paws and said:

"Tomorrow, get out of this swamp and go to the battlefield on the Western Front! It's going well over there, and as long as you go over and join up with that Gelman bite, everything will be fine. Don't worry about your future, we will build a gnoll earthly kingdom in the weak Genoa Peninsula.

Nothing to worry about!

Go, pacify the minds of the warriors, and tell them what I say. ”

The Overseers nodded like marionettes, then turned away to relay orders under the gaze of "Hygerson".

The priests are still gathering, and the Chosen One sitting in the dark tent already has an idea, and it will select new hunters through a large-scale divine ritual, and then use them as nodes to control this army that is on the verge of collapse.

As for the strategy ahead, it is not lying.

It really intends to go to Genoa and continue the war there.

But in its indifferent heart, a weak voice of the spirit told it:

"You can't get by, my god, Murphy has placed a large army in the western sector of the Maginot Line, and with the forces we have at hand, there is no way to break through there, not to mention that I have sent scouts through the smuggler's woodland into the Cato region to reconnoitre.

The pioneer legions over there were also on the side, with hundreds of thousands of troops defending Lake Shorperth.

With our current military strength, we can't break through that barrier."

"The stupidity of mortals!"

Xu Gesen. No, the spirit of the Lord of the Hunt sneered:

"I don't need to take so many people away, I just need to get there alone, and in an instant I can assemble an invincible army, in your words, a black plague that will engulf the world, as for you

Traitor!

Hygsen, I'm not going to kill you right away.

I will leave you filthy soul, I will torture you, and after I have established my kingdom, I will let you see with your own eyes how the female you have been protecting is humiliated to death, and I will let you see your children bitten to death in front of you.

How dare you!

You lowly traitor, how dare you! ”

"I don't feel like I'm a traitor, I fulfilled everything you asked me to do perfectly, I even drew a sword against a god"

Hygson was still arguing, but it sounded more like a dog's begging for mercy and stealing the notion of a thing.

The Lord of the Hunt scoffed at this, and he didn't even bother to spend time arguing with this fool, closing his eyes and leaning against the throne that was not comfortable at all, and hurrying to let his weakened spirit take root in this body.

He didn't want to think about his previous failures, and he still had a chance to make a comeback.

His godhead is shattered, his body is gone, his divine kingdom has collapsed, but he is still there, and his followers are still there, which is nothing more than to walk the previous path again.

The spirit does not die of old age, and he still has enough time to plan slowly.

But just a few minutes later, the Lord of the Hunt, who was in control of the body, suddenly opened his eyes, his nose moved, and then he stood up, grabbed Hurgesen's warhammer in his hand, and strode away from the tent, and like a black shadow, he crossed the camp and headed for some part of the swamp, and reached there in a few minutes like a gust of wind.

A black-cloaked shadow elf was waiting for him, the creature holding a strange Chaos Crystal in his hand, and it was the thing that had lured him here with a vague subspace aura.

When the "slave owner" saw the arrival of the main master, he turned around and bowed to him in a very graceful manner, saying:

"Dusk is at your service, Your Majesty, Great Lord of the Hunt, and it is a pleasure to see you safe and sound."

"Dusk? The dogleg of original sin? ”

The Lord of the Hunt sneered and said:

"Don't be pretentious, if you really want to help, you will help when you are in Moss Valley, it is nothing more than waiting until I want to make some benefits here, for the sake of your service to a subspace shadow, if you have something to say!"

"I'm just offering you the sincerity of friendship on behalf of my organization, Your Majesty."

The slave owner was scolded but not angry.

He took out a delicate manipulator from his hand and pressed it twice on the spot, and on the muddy ground behind the two of them, a hundred-meter-long silver shuttle-type flying machine undisguised the chameleon, and as the hatch opened, a red-painted iron can was sent out.

"A set of vanguard-level power armor of ancient civilizations."

The slave owner made a "please" gesture and said:

"That's our sincerity, Your Majesty, you need it now, whether it's revenge on Murphy or a strategic breakthrough, you need this awesome thing."

"I don't feel like I need to, I easily wrecked one in Moss Valley."

"But then you were an omnipotent god, and now, you can only dwell in the shell of a believer, so it's not a matter of how you feel about yourself, Your Majesty, you need it!"

"You! Impudent shadow elves! ”

"I'm just telling you the truth, Your Majesty, if it hurts your pride as a god, then please forgive me for being too upright."

The slave owner did not pretend anymore, and he said in a calm tone:

"You need this armament, and we're bringing it to you, I think we can work together further, we have connections all over the world, we have intelligence like this, you're going to need a bunch of loyal minions, and that's good for your speedy recovery.

On my way here, my colleague, Mr. 'Scholar', asked me to deliver a message to you.

Our organization can provide you with a more powerful 'vessel', of course we can't get the body of a god, but the body of a demigod is still negotiable. ”

"Huh?"

The Lord of the Hunt looked at the slave owner with a suspicious look, and after a few seconds he asked:

"Can you really get a demigod-level container?"

"We never lie when it comes to a show of strength."

The slave owner smiled and said:

"Of course, Your Excellency is a man of great importance, and he is obsessed with the study of the greenhouse of life, and he is in great need of some biological research data left over from the previous era, and that thing is stored in the forbidden land of this swamp.

For us weak mortals, it would be lifeless to dare to break into that place, but for the great gods it may be as simple as walking on the ground.

In short, if you want to get a demigod container, then please complete this commission first. Don't be angry, Your Majesty, that's how we mortals make friends, we show sincerity, and you should return the favor.

Only in this way can the two sides have a back and forth. ”

"It's lying to you!"

Xu Gesen's voice sounded at this moment, and he dissuaded:

"Don't go! That place is Murphy's secret base, where he hid his power armor, these bastards want to trick you into fighting Murphy in the past, so that they can make a profit, this is a trap! ”

"Of course I know it's a despicable trick, and I don't need to be reminded of it! Shut up, traitor! ”

The Lord of the Hunt intensified his will torture Xu Gesen, causing the Grand Overseer to scream in pain, but on the surface, the evil god stepped forward and opened the armor storage tank, and a set of blood-red assault power armor appeared inside.

Completely different from Murphy's experimental power armor, this set looks like a real military equipment, simple and practical, domineering and domineering.

In the past, the Lord of the Hunter wouldn't have looked at this thing, but now.

It reached out and touched the cold metal.

The other party can even use this kind of thing as a gift, which shows that they do have a lot of resources in the material world, so there is a high probability that there may be a demigod-level container, anyway, he has a grudge against Murphy, and he has issued a hunting mark to Murphy.

After all, I am a god, and I have to do it.

maybe

The evil god was about to agree, but Xu Gesen weakly retorted:

"You're stepping into a trap, and I can't stop you, but you're a god, and your appetite is so small? A set of power armor will send you away? Do you think the elf will laugh at you? ”

"I can do this at will."

The lord of the hunt rolled his eyes, turned to the slaver, and said:

"But it's expensive to ask a god to do it, and I'm worthy of the reward of my status, Dusk. You want to be friends with a god and you only have such a small tribute, it is difficult for me to help you. ”

"So you need it?"

The slave owner seemed to have guessed the bargain, and he asked.

But the Lord of the Hunt was dumbfounded at this moment, it really didn't want what it needed, and Xu Gesen also said weakly at this time:

"Weapons, armor, and supplies, the more the better, and send them directly somewhere in the Genoa Peninsula, where you are going to establish your heavenly kingdom on earth, without which you can't. Everything in this world means nothing to you, but your minions still need food and weapons, and faith alone will not feed them.

Money!

My gods, the power of money in this world is amazing, ask for as much as you can, lest your army fall into a difficult situation in the future. ”

"Shut up, I've got my own plans! Thou talkative traitor, thou wretched less to show off thy wretched wisdom. ”

The Lord of the Hunt cursed viciously, but then conveyed Xu Gesen's request to the slave owner five times, such a large number of supplies and weapons were almost enough to arm a hundred thousand gnolls, and the sheer number of them made the slave owner's expression twitch.

This God

Nima, when you used to be the lord of the hunt, did you still work part-time as a god of begging? How can you live a budget-conscious life?

"Plus, your ship looks good!"

The Lord of the Hunt, the Lion, pointed to the silver-gray shuttle behind him with a wide opening and said:

"I want it, use it as my ship."

"Sorry, the boat and wife are not for sale!"

The slave owner refused:

"But if you really want to, you may be able to discuss it with Your Excellency Scholar, as I understand that the shuttle boats assigned to him are of little use. Of course, if you can settle this order, we have agreed to your request, my majesty, and now we are friends? ”

"Oh, you have earned the goodwill of a god, at least for now."

(End of chapter)