Chapter 943: 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 killed by his own people were being dragged away.

Go out and throw them all over the swamp, making the whole camp smell of 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 bloody smell. 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!

Murphy, and Paying!

Just wait for me, I will 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 soldiers who were hit before it.

As the racial god of the gnolls, 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 very powerful, they are unable to unleash their due destructive power.

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 failing servants 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 their own 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!

right!

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 way.

But that doesn't matter.

As a god, he 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 and replaces them with its own brutal will.

Weak and stupid thinking.

They are just moving tools, and they are done as soon as they 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 characteristics of destructive power and strength.

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

Why give jackals a complete brain and why give them the ability to think? If a fool thinks too much, it will only do bad things! Look how much trouble their poor intelligence 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 cruelty, plunder and destruction is simple, crude and self-contained.

This set of logic is really a bit overwhelming.

Thinking back to the fact that the appearance of the Lord of the Hunt was formed by hundreds of years of worship by gnolls, this idea and concept is the "ultimate expression" of the core of gnoll civilization, which makes Xu Gesen even more sad.

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

Alas, the wars and defeats of the jackals are indeed 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 alive being ignited.

Unbridled rage.

The last dignity in life is taken away and played with, and the evil god insults him with words of trash. The dignity of a race is trampled by the self-created things, and it is stepped into the mud with no possibility of getting up.

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 jackals 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 back to the desperate situation in front of us, the jackals who are still unwilling to flee and stay here in anticipation of a turnaround are all true loyalists to 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 climbed 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 with their chests 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 subspace shadows should learn from him.

ah.

Compared to those barbarians whose minds were cruelly crushed and then infused with mind-destroying minds, the hunting priests who are more closely connected with God will undoubtedly feel the "power of the gods" more truly.

His eyes became bright and firm again.

They felt the presence of God from Grand Overseer Xu Gesen!

There is no doubt that their god did not die, he was simply transferred into the body of the Chosen One in a cunning way consistent with the hunters.

The spirit is 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 filled with 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, and even the wargs entered an extremely dangerous offensive posture.

This made the Hunting Lord nod with satisfaction.

This is the mental state 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 strength, 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 gnolls. Only by making great strides forward on the road of cruelty and destruction can this race have any hope of reaching 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 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, 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 the vanguard-class power armor and holds Xu Gesen'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.

Depart from restricted area.

The last group of guys who left let the desire for destruction in their hearts 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.
To be continued...