By the time Hygeson returned to the gnolls' camp, the only remaining priests had been gathered, and the camp had barely restored order after some suppression, and the brutes who had been killed by their own men were being dragged out and thrown into the swamp, leaving the entire camp bloody.

The Lord of the Hunt opened the mask of the Pioneer Power Armor he had just put on, and took a very pleasant breath of the smell of blood, although the death tasted in the Kingdom of God in the past was also wonderful, but after all, it was not as exciting as the real blood in front of him.

But then there was a kind of self-pity rising from the heart.

Damn, how did you fall into the shape of a bear that would feel good when you breathe a breath of blood?

It's all to blame on those bastard vampires!

Murphy, and Pa Ying!

You wait for Lao Tzu, this will give you a good look!

Its face became hideous again, and it didn't close its helmet, and strove forward in its blood-red steel armament as the gnolls, overseers, and priests watched with trepidation.

It looked around at the soldiers who had been hit in front of it.

As the racial god of the gnolls, although it has lost most of its power, it can feel the emptiness, confusion and horror of these warriors in front of it just from the remaining faith connection.

Successive failures have made them pessimistic about the future, and although they are still strong, they are unable to burst into the destructive power they deserve.

What a weak flesh and blood!

The Lord of the Hunt commented dissatisfactorily in his heart that although its existence came from the foolish devotion of the gnolls in front of him, it was not necessary to expect an evil god to regard these failing servants as something important, and the Lord of the Hunt had never even concealed his attitude towards the gnolls after being able to interfere in the material world.

It's nothing more than firewood and nourishment.

The only purpose of their existence is to provide for themselves as gods, and it does not matter whether they live well or not, whether their short and wild lives are stable and happy.

In his current state of weakness, if he wants to recover his strength quickly, he will have to renew the sacrifices that are constantly happening on the Maginot Line!

Right!

After a few more bloody rituals to restore his wounded soul to a state of self-preservation by absorbing the nourishment of death and brutality, his shrine has been destroyed by that bastard of Pa Ying, and he can no longer absorb faith on a large scale so he can only use this more primitive method.

But it doesn't matter.

I am a god, and I have a lot of forbidden knowledge in my mind, although I don't care much about it, but I can still use it when I need it.

"You cowards!"

The Lord of the Hunt harnessed Hygsen's body and spoke.

But language is only an appearance, and what it really uses is its "privilege" as a god of racial faith, thrusting its mind into the shells of these warriors in front of it in a brutal manner, replacing their weak and stupid thinking with its own brutal will.

It's just a tool that can move, and it's over to fulfill their mission as a firewood, and too much wisdom and consideration will only affect the speed at which they draw their knives.

If the gnolls were really creatures shaped by the lord of the hunt, then it probably wouldn't have shaped the brains of the gnolls at all, just gave them an organ for worship, and the rest was shaped into the characteristics of destructive power and power.

The Creator doesn't seem to be able to make anything!

Why give the gnolls a complete brain, and why give them the ability to think? Too much thinking by fools can only do bad things! Look at how much trouble they've caused themselves with their bad intelligence right now?

The Lord of the Hunt sneered and grumbled in his heart, and Xu Gesen, who was suppressed by it, could fully perceive the dissatisfaction and contempt of his gods floating at this time, the kind of worldview based on brutality and plunder and destruction was simple and crude, and its own logic was really a little unbearable.

Thinking that the face of the hunting lord is formed by the centennial worship of the jackals, this thinking and concept at this time is the "ultimate embodiment" of the core of the gnolls civilization, which makes Xu Gesen more sad.

A hundred years of offering from a clan has made such a thing.

Alas, the Jackals' wars and defeats are not unreasonable.

It will be suppressed in the corner of its mind by the Lord of the Hunt, looking at everything in front of it from a third-party perspective.

It can see the minds of the jackals being crushed by the lord of the hunt, the extreme thoughts stuffed into the shells of the walking dead, and the unbridled anger in the eyes of those who can hardly be called alive.

As the last dignity of life is taken away and toyed with, and it is insulted by the evil gods, the dignity of a race is trampled on by self-shaped things, and there is no possibility of getting up when stepping into the mud.

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

Thankfully, such an evil god has been defeated, and what it has demonstrated before its own eyes will no longer be a desperate future for the gnolls civilization.

And the anger is that if this evil god does not die, the jackal will suffer another day of humiliation and torture.

But the calm that followed dispelled these two momentary and sharp emotions, and Hurgeson looked at the spread and spread of this cult ritual with a calmer lens, knowing that this was the last time the evil god would humiliate them.

Thinking of the jackals who are still unwilling to flee in this desperate situation in front of them and stay here and look forward to the turnaround, they are all true loyalists of the hunting masters, they are all thugs who carry out the destruction of the black plague to the limit, and they are all bastards who will hinder their race from getting up from the mud and quagmire step by step.

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

Ah, the mob who longed to meet the gods finally got their wish and the evil god responded, so that when their crushed minds were painfully broken, their brutal bodies would probably puff out their chests with pride, right?

What a black humor!

The farewell play performed at the funeral of the lord of the hunt is really fitting.

This lord of the hunt is not necessarily all shortcomings, the hunting brother also knows that he has to pick up the garbage he has shaped before he leaves the field and take it away, look at the high quality of the people, the subspace shadows will learn from the master.

Compared with those brute soldiers who were brutally crushed and then infused with a devastating mind, as hunters who were more closely connected with the gods, they would undoubtedly feel the "power of the gods" more truly, and their eyes that had been terrified became bright and determined.

They felt the presence of God in the Grand Overseer of Hurgson!

There is no doubt that their god did not fall, but was transferred to the Chosen One in a cunning way that suited the hunters.

The gods are still there!

The gods are now leading them themselves!

The gods have come to the believers, and they will be invincible!

As the first priest roared in mad satisfaction, it was like a barbaric ritual had been opened, and a roar full of war intent and desire for destruction echoed in the shadows of this swamp, like a pack of hungry wolves swearing to march, and like a war dog of destruction finally being released.

Eventually, in the blood-colored light that flowed like a river, all the gnolls in the entire camp were imbued with the will of the Lord of the Hunt, and even the wolves entered an extremely dangerous offensive posture.

This made the Lord of the Hunt nod in satisfaction.

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

You don't need to think about anything at all! Strategy and tactics are just tricks for the weak to talk about masturbation!

When you have power, you can draw your knife when you see it, 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 gnolls, and only by striding forward on the path of brutality and destruction can this race have a glimmer of hope to reach the top of the world.

He is a god shaped by the savage beliefs of the gnolls, and no one understands the spiritual core and collective expectations of this race better than him.

They are eager to conquer the world, which is why they have made themselves into what they are now!

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

The Lord of the Hunt never feels that there is anything wrong with his attitude towards the gnolls, he just helps them conquer the world with his own thinking, when the mind of every gnoll is burning, when a thug gives everything to himself in the faith, when he draws on the burning civilization and grows stronger, he can personally pound the world into ruins, and then the gnolls can become the masters of this ruin.

Is there something wrong with your own logic?

Didn't he help the Gnoll ascend to the throne of the king of the world?

"It's because you didn't work hard enough that I got to where I am now! Waste, make one last sacrifice for your God with your meaningless lives. ”

The Lord of the Hunt, wielding the vanguard power armor and wielding the hammer of the Clawsplitter, shouted in the thunderous background as he faced the gnolls who were screaming in excitement and kneeling before him:

"Now, let's go! Expedition to the Forbidden Swamp! The shameless vampire Murphy has brought you defeat after failure, and now, your god will punish him! Those failures and disgraces will end in a brutal destruction, and I am the sword-bearer in the burning fire.

Let's go! ”

In the wild roar of the Lord of the Hunt, the last of the mobs of destruction entrenched in the swamp jumped onto their wolves, raised their battle flags, and set out for the swamp exclusion zone like a noisy blood-colored turbidity stream.

The last group of departing creatures let their hearts burn in their hearts and set a fire to the camp.

The flames burned in the swamp and even ignited the stacked explosives, which they did not take with them, because the Lord of the Hunt did not like these things that required brains to be good use.

It firmly believes in a simple and bizarre fighting philosophy.

In short, the violent explosions and burning fires soon alarmed the Avalonian cultists operating in the swamp.

After the collapse of the gnolls, the warriors hunted them in the sanctuary of Avalon as a way of offering their loyalty to the god Avalon, and soon several teams of witch hunters and druids approached the gnolls' camp.

The unleashed birds of prey soon brought back the news that the burning camp was empty.

The druids ventured through the fire to reconnoiter the camp, and they confirmed the news, and the young druid lady with a scar on her face turned into an eagle and approached the chief's tent in Hurgeson.

It was built on a high ground before it was consumed by flames, and she walked into it vigilantly to see the torn corpse, which made her disgusted.

He was about to turn to leave, but he realized that the wolf in the corner of the camp who had been beaten to the brink of death still had a trace of life.

Miss Druid was a little hesitant.

She knew the wolf named Deadclaw, Hurgeson's favorite hunting companion, and the Gnoll Overseer was accompanied by Deathclaw every time he appeared, and many of his brave warriors died under the claws of the hungry wolf.

She should have killed the beast here, or left it here to be burned by the flames, but Deathclaw seemed to sense the stranger's approach, and it let out a scream with the last of its strength.

It's like your mouth is gagged by something.

This made the druid lady curious, she was a very good scout, and she sensed a hint of strangeness in the wolf's miserable posture, so she stepped forward to look at the hungry wolf with a thornwood staff, guarding against being bitten by the other party.

But the Dead Claws didn't bite her.

It doesn't have the strength to attack anymore.

When the Lord of the Hunt took possession of Hygson's body, he tried to help his master, only to be beaten by the enraged evil god.

The Lord of the Hunt did not kill it purely to disgust Hygson, who knew Ugson's affection for Deadclaw, and saw it as a harsh punishment for the traitor.

As the druids watched, Deathclaw coughed, spat out the hide hidden in its mouth, and flicked its paw for the druid to take it away, before the wolf closed its eyes in a posture of waiting for death.

With a hint of disgust, Miss Druid picked up the hide, which was soaked in wolf saliva, and unfolded it in front of her eyes.

Here's a letter.

The first thing she said was "Lord Murphy personally enlightened", which made Miss Druid's eyes widen, she glanced at the letter briefly and then got up, and with a shaking hand, she took out a special seed from her bosom that the followers of Avalon used to communicate with each other, and directly called the Patriarch Natalie who was still in Cadman City.

"What? The spirit of the Lord of the Hunt is hidden in the body of Xu Gesen? The gnolls left a message asking for the help of Lord Murphy to kill the evil gods together? ”

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

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

"I didn't!"

Miss Druid retorted indignantly:

"I'm just drinking a little bit of that kind of grain drink to numb my miserable past, it's a healing method and not just a pleasure, how can you slander me like that, Patriarch!"

"I'm sorry. It's just that the news you sent is too terrifying, wait a minute, I'll report to Master Murphy. ”

Natalie admonished:

"You immediately come to the Maginot Line with that letter to the portal of Wolf Castle."

"Yes, Patriarch."

Miss Druid, named Bonie, answered, and then she looked at the Deathclawed wolf who was waiting for death with her eyes closed at her feet, and she asked:

"Well, I know this beast has committed a lot of sins, but we may be able to use the druid's beast language to dig up more information from it. The gnolls had left and set fire to the camp, and no one knew what was going on with them.

This is clearly very wrong. ”

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

Natalie said in a deep voice:

"Gather the warriors of the swamp, and never allow the spirit of the Lord of the Hunt to flee again, in the name of Avalon, this evil god has caused too many tragedies in our world, and it deserves to be punished for complete annihilation!"

"Yes, Patriarch."

Bonnie nodded, gathered the seed and called for her companions to come and join her, and reached out to summon a trace of healing power to apply to the wolf.

This caused Deathclaw to open its eyes in confusion, and it saw the druid with the scar on his face, who stared at it with a stern gaze, and said:

"You don't want to die so happily, you have to be judged for the evil things you have done in the past!"

"Huh?"

Deathclaw made a nasal voice in confusion.

Are you humans sick?

Ye is dying, can't you let me leave happily? My master has already made up his mind to die, and I am only one step ahead, and you are not willing to fulfill such a humble wish as a beast?

(End of chapter)