942.Go wherever the gods say! Can the gods still harm you?？
942.Go wherever the gods say! Can the gods still harm you? (Page 1/2)
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 who had been killed by his own people were being dragged away. Go out and throw them all over the swamp, making the whole camp smell like 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 smell of blood. 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 you is even more exciting.
But then a kind 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' fault！
Murphy, and Paying！
Just wait for me, I'll give you a good look！
Its face became ferocious again, and it did not close its helmet. It just rode the blood-red steel weapon and strode forward amidst the terrified gazes of the jackal warlords and priests..
It looked around at the soldiers who were hit before it.
As the racial god of jackals, 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 strong, they are unable to explode with the destructive power they deserve..
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 anything important. Hunting After being able to interfere in the material world, the Lord never even concealed his attitude towards the jackals..
It’s nothing more than firewood and nourishment.
The only meaning of their existence is to support themselves as 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 resume the sacrifices that continue to occur 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 it doesn't matter.
He is a god and 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 an appearance. 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. As long as they fulfill their mission as firewood, too much wisdom and consideration will only affect the speed at which they draw 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..
It seems that this creator doesn't know how to make things.！
Why give gnolls a complete brain and why give them the ability to think? A fool who thinks too much 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 brutality, plunder and destruction is simple and crude, self-contained. This set of logic is really unsettling..
Thinking back to the fact that the appearance of the Lord of the Hunt was formed by a hundred years of worship by jackals, this idea and concept is the "ultimate expression" of the core of jackal 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 its mind, looking at everything in front of it from a third-party perspective..
It can see the minds of jackals being seized and crushed by the Lord of the Hunt, it can see extreme thoughts being stuffed into the bodies of the walking dead, and it can see the eyes of those who can hardly be called living beings ignited. unbridled rage.
The last dignity in life has been taken away and played with, and the evil god has insulted him with words of trash. The dignity of a race has been trampled by the self-made things, and there is no possibility of getting up after stepping into the mud..
Emotions of joy and anger rose in the Grand Overseer's thoughts..
Fortunately, this evil god has been defeated, and what it demonstrated before his eyes will no longer become the hopeless future of the jackal civilization..
And what's angry is that as long as this evil god doesn't 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 that the evil god would humiliate them..
Thinking about it again, the jackals who are still unwilling to flee in this desperate situation and stay here in anticipation of a turnaround are all true loyalists of 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. A race of bastards who have risen 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 proudly.？
What a great 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 shadows of the subspace should learn from me. ah.
Compared to those barbarians whose minds were cruelly crushed and then infused with mind-destroying minds, as hunting priests who have a closer connection with God, they will undoubtedly be able to feel the "power of the gods" more truly. His eyes became bright and firm again.
They sensed the presence of God from Grand Overseer Hugersen！
There is no doubt that their god did not die, he was just transferred into the bodies of the chosen ones in a cunning way consistent with the hunters..
The gods are still there！
The gods are now leading them themselves！
The gods have personally come among the believers, and they will surely 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 to war, and it was like the war dog of destruction was 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. 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 used by the weak to comfort themselves.！
When you have power, 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..
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