Chapter 730: 第728章 向始祖的荣耀进发吧

Chapter 728: 727… Toward the Glory of the Patriarchs

That night, Grand Inspector Xu Gerson, who had sped all the way back, finally returned to Mossy Valley in the Split Claw Clan’s Voodoo Bipedal Flying Dragon before the beginning of the Lord of the Hunt’s Divine Selection Ceremony.

He had just left the flying point on his black and red wolf named “Dead Claw” when he saw the expressionless Lord Manson waiting for him at the fork in the road ahead, and there were also two teams of hunting voters from the Blood Scar Clan beside him.

Each one of these special status jackals was of the Silver rank, and with its armor embellished by the leather and bones of thunder lizards, and its weapons glittering with the corrosive power of filth in its hands, each one of them was two times larger than an ordinary elite barbarian soldier.

There is no problem in using the phrase “big guy” to describe them.

Moreover, these guys exuded a rather dangerous aura, even though Xu Gerson knew that he could easily defeat these guys, that sense of danger was not weakened because of the gap in strength, which was enough to prove that these guys must have mastered some means of transcending the level of strength to accomplish real damage.

Since the name is “Hunting Chosen”, it can also prove that these guys are the warriors of the Lord of Hunting on earth, and they are fundamentally different from ordinary jackals.

“Before the start of such an important ceremony, you actually disappeared for most of the day for no reason?”

His Excellency Manson, who had brought Xu Gerson all the way into the Mossy Valley, which was currently under martial law by the Blood Scar Clan, was very displeased as it leaned on its bone staff and chided:

“Such irresponsible behavior isn’t something Chief Potana taught you, I suppose?”

Instead of retorting, Xu Gerson took out something from the hunting bag behind his back and handed it to Manson.

The latter raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It was a pair of elf-style combat claws that showed an odd purple-black stream of light.

It had been crafted by the maker in the style of a rather exquisite monster glove, and upon closer inspection it was not difficult to distinguish that it was the very shape of the Abyssal Life Weaver Spider that the elves worshipped, with the six spider legs of the two claws making up its sharp blades, and an abyssal flow of arcs of light wrapped around the sharp and slender blades, giving the thing a deterrent effect.

“Corrosive Wound? A holy relic of the Splintered Claw Clan, did you go fetch this in the half day you were gone?”

Manson’s dissatisfaction dissipated.

It nodded and said:

“Not bad! Bringing this pair of holy relics during the Divine Selection Ceremony will allow them to receive the blessings of the Lord of the Hunt as well, making their connection with you even deeper. It is worthy of being a born warrior who has inherited the bloodline of the King of Biting Bones!

But you should at least say so before you leave.”

Xu Gerson shrugged.

Instead of keeping the combat claw in its own hand, it slipped it into Manson’s hand, which caused the Golden Priest to raise an eyebrow in surprise, before seeing the message delivered in simple sign language by the Grand Governor in front of him.

“You’re going to use it as collateral to rent a fiercer army from the Blood Scar Clan?”

Manson said with a frown:
“There’s no need for that! I’ve already brought back as many of the Blood Scars’ army from the Brass Fortress battlefield as I can, which is 100,000 people, and that’s more than enough for you to mobilize.”

“Ow.”

Huegson let out a short growl as it stubbornly shook its head, reached out and traced a circle in the mossy valley, meaning it wanted the Hunting Chosen here, made another gesture of battle, and finally removed a fragment of the Transylvanian flag from its arms.

The meaning was obvious enough.

Huegson believed that only a divinely gifted warrior such as the Hunting Chosen could stand against the Transylvanian War Injuns.

The request made it somewhat difficult for the Manson priest.

The Hunting Chosen as God’s Chosen Familiars were a specialty unit of the Blood Scar Clan, and there were never too many of them, all of them were arching over the Mossy Valley at this time to ensure that the descent of the Lord of the Hunt would not be disturbed, and by all rights, there was no way these Divine Warriors could ever leave the Jackalope Sanctuary.

But it was true that it had seen firsthand the outrageous extent of Transylvania’s War Imperium.

The ferocity and belligerence of those undead warriors shook it as well.

Hügensen’s caution was not without reason, not to mention that the main reason the Grand Governor had become the Hunting God’s Chosen was to take revenge on the Transylvanian governor.

It was even willing to use the sacred relics of the Split Claw Clan in exchange for a group of Chosen, and the fierceness of that vengeful heart was thus evident.

Manson didn’t answer immediately, it glanced at the Corrosive Wound in its hand, this genuine artifact moved its heart slightly, so after a moment, it whispered:

“I need to apply to the Chief but don’t worry, this sincerity is enough to impress Chief Amoth, and if you perform outstandingly enough in tonight’s Divine Selection Ceremony, I think it will also greatly add to your request.

Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

Huegson nodded, reaching down to remove his own saber from the weapon pouch of his seatwolf, Deathclaw, and slung it behind his back, Manson waved his hand and said:
“Have your seatwolf come along, I’ve heard that Deathclaw is a mount and companion that Chief Potana went to great lengths to find for you, and it’s rumored that the seatwolf’s bloodline also comes from Lord Philip’s hunting companion, Benny.

Perhaps it is destiny.

Your partner is also qualified to receive this bestowal of power from the Lord of the Hunt.”

A light flickered in Xu Gerson’s eyes.

He was reluctant to do this, Lord Frederick had instructed him on what to do next, and he didn’t want his Seatwolf to accept this adventure as well.

But Deadpaw was loyal, and it licked Hüggesen’s fingers, and followed its master with determination again.

Huegson finally nodded.

It strides, escorted by the Hunting Chosen, towards the depths of the mossy valley in front of it, where a ceremony has already been prepared, and where Hüggesen will receive the bestowal of divine power from the Lord of the Hunt to become His spokesman in the material world.

Manson did not accompany him.

It had to relay Hügsun’s request to the Chief Amort Priest, but before leaving, the blood-scarred priest stared at the departing Hügsun and narrowed his eyes, and after the Grand Inspector disappeared altogether, it summoned one of the blood-scarred priests and commanded:
“Send someone to find out exactly where Hsugson went today, and if it came into contact with anyone outside of the Splintered Claw Clan, arrest the other party and do it covertly.”

That priest nodded and turned to leave.

Manson, meanwhile, sighed.

It didn’t want to be this tightly guarded on such matters if it could help it, if the investigation was ever revealed it would definitely make Xugerson furious, but the problem lay in the fact that the bloodline in this guy was too important to the Jackals.

Legend has it that the King of Biting Bones has all sorts of wonders, even the beliefs of the Church of the Hunting Lord were summarized and established by Lord Frederick, it is really hard to say whether the power of the gods can completely control the bloodline of the King of Biting Bones.

In case Xu Gesen showed some disturbing signs in the process, then Manson’s covert investigation would be necessary.

This was very simple reasoning.

A dangerous lone wolf will never be coerced, and to tame a lone wolf without getting bitten, you have to put a cage on it.

And to elaborate on this God Selection Ceremony itself, it actually wasn’t as mysterious as Xu Gerson had imagined, much less needing to go through any outrageous God Trials, not that the Blood Scar Clan didn’t want to make this ceremony a bit more majestic, but the main reason was that the Lord of the Hunt hadn’t yet been born yet, and its godly frame and face hadn’t yet been fully molded.

It would be difficult to get in touch with the Lord of the Hunt even if the ceremony was more majestic, not to mention the fact that there was still a war going on, so everything was kept simple.

In a thousand year old cave in the deepest part of the Mossy Valley, Xu Gesen carried the Wolf Blood Sacred Sword on his back and brought his dead claws along with him, and along the way, those Hunting Chosen stood like statues in their places.

There was no emotion in their eyes, as if their souls had been emptied and injected with something indescribable.

Xu Gerson knew that this was his future.

These Chosen belonged to the downgraded version of the Chosen of God, and they were the most outstanding and best jackal warriors in the entire Dark Mountain Range, but they had been transformed into servants of God.

Nominally this was great devotion, but no amount of good words could change the cruelty and ruthlessness of the process.

The Grand Dude wasn’t a guy who hadn’t seen the world.

It had also come into contact with those Silver Dwarf Earth Priests on the battlefield of the Black Flame Pass, and those priests theoretically belonged to Mother Goddess Gaia’s chosen people, but they didn’t have this kind of display of complete loss of mind and consciousness.

It seemed that the claims of his own foster mother and Lord Philip were both true.

The self-same Lord of the Hunt was an earthly Evil God, whose style was even a bit more vicious than the legendary Spider Lady who was neutrally biased towards evil, and after all, the Spider Lady’s Life Weaving Maidens didn’t have their souls seized either.

Once such a guy was born, the future of the already ferocious Jackals nowadays could really have no bright future. Xu Gerson made up his mind in his heart.

It finally came to the deepest part of the cave, and after passing through a layer of black stone doors, it entered a small isolated valley, and on top of the cliff was a pool of scarlet water.

It was a supernatural pool of blood molded from the freshest blood mixed with certain powers.

It seemed to reach deep into the earth and into the heart of the world, and behind the pool of blood was a hunting shrine carved out of black rock, shrouded in bleak moonlight, with a statue of a blurry-faced jackal warrior holding up a yoke and roaring into the sky.

As Xugerson looked at it, he could see in a trance a giant god of jackals standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood and roaring in a blood-colored world.

The mighty power of it made one’s heart worship it.

It was said that this shrine was personally carved by the Bone Biting King a hundred years ago as a link of faith between the Lord of the Hunt and the Jackals, and if at this time Xugerson rose up and destroyed this shrine, it would completely sever the link between the Lord of the Hunt and the Jackal population, but the problem was that it couldn’t do it.

Around this pool of blood and the shrine stood five Golden Ones, including Manson, but other than Priest Manson and Chief Amoth, the other three Golden Ones were all dead spirits.

Those would be the previous generations of chiefs of the Blood Scar Clan.

Their forms were not consistent with ordinary dead spirits, their emotions and minds had not been stripped away by death, and their every move would be accompanied by a red glow that shimmered underneath their armor, exactly the same as the light of the pool of blood in front of them.

Clearly, these were the dead who were sheltered by the power of the Lord of the Hunt.

“Come, Xugerson, O Blood Descendant of the King of Biting Bones, take off your armor, bring your hunting companions with you and your weapons, and step into the Blood Pool of the Lord of the Hunt to receive the blessing of my god, then walk the earth in His name and spread the majesty of the Lord of the Hunt throughout the world!”

Wearing a mask of a blood-colored lizard with a unicorn horn, the Chief Priest of Amoth held a scarlet flail, and it cried out in a pale voice with endless fervor:
“The Divine Chosen of the Lord of the Hunt and the Trampler of Beings is about to be born! This is the sign of the true rise of my people, let out a roar and let us bask in the glory of the hunt of my Lord.”

Xu Gerson took a deep breath.

It stripped off its armor and stroked its seated wolf again with its fine naked body, then stepped into that pool of blood with the Wolf Blood Sacred Sword.

The five priests immediately began chanting, their murky whispers ringing out and causing the water of the blood pool to boil, and Xu Gesen felt himself sinking into the blood-colored water, the stench of the blood quickly flooding his mouth and nose, and even beginning to pour into his consciousness.

Like the sensation of drowning.

It could hear a roar formed by the voices of countless jackals coming together, and it could see the stone statue of the shrine in front of it seeming to come to life, and the five senses seeming to be molded into that faceless face.

If you looked closely, the five senses were its face.
Xu Gesen’s eyes were lifeless at this moment, seemingly in the process of having certain nodes in his consciousness replaced, and it was at this moment that the voice of the King of Biting Bones rang out abruptly in its ears:

“Little cub! I knew you couldn’t hold out, you little punk really let my old man down, fortunately my old man kept a hand, tightly guard your mind, I’ll show you the glory we once had”

“Buzz!”

The illusion of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of Xu Gerson’s eyes suddenly changed.

The sunrise on the golden plains shimmered, the light illuminated an indescribably great building, the majestic jackal guards dressed in high tech armaments that Huegson couldn’t fathom were the first walking beings in the city of creation at this early morning hour.

They did not seem to be tired by the duties of the night watch, and rode around the city in flying carriers with an endless sense of majesty and purpose.

The view was drawn into a grander perspective.

Hogson saw airships made of steel suspended so high in the sky that they seemed to reach out and touch the sea of stars, and on top of the divine creations, there were still jackals in the “giant’s armor” guarding the safety of the researchers.

The screen rotates again.

In the desert, there was an unfathomable “God’s machine” being slowly sent into the depths of the earth by invisible force, and in this scene of transformation, there were still a group of heroic and incomparable Jackal guards on the lookout in the wind and sand in all directions.

Even on the sun ship of the Sanghai people, there are also jackal captains commanding the defense.

“See? In a time once upon a time, we were the defenders of the Creator’s cause! That is why we were born, we were not molded by ridiculous barbaric evil gods, it was the greatest power in this world and even in this sea of stars that molded us.

These are the same glorious years that Lao Tzu once dreamed of recovering.

Unfortunately, nothing can come back.

Once noble we also fell to the point of blood, but this is nothing, civilization always have ups and downs, fall is not terrible, the most afraid of us lying in the mud and lost the courage to get up again.

So, Hügson, my grandson.”

The little bit of strength that Frederick had left in Hügesen’s mind was dissipating.

It helped Hügsun get through the hardest ten seconds or so, and at the moment that power dissipated, the King of Biting Bones asked in a calm tone that had never been present in previous encounters:
“Are you willing to help your people find their great roots in these chaotic times? Or are you willing to sink into this stinking pit of slime, kneeling and praying to an evil god who is a tool that I see as a plaything?”

It was a question, but it did not require an answer.

The question left by the King of Biting Bones was destined to take Hügensen a long time to answer, not even with words but with actions.

Those streams of illusions dissipated in this moment, and it was as if Hüggesen had fallen from the sky into that foul, stinking pool of blood, the damned visions and phantom sounds covering it once more as the Lord of the Hunt’s divine power was nearing completion of its infusion.

Beside Hüggesen, the deathclaw’s lamentation had become breathless.

“Come to my side! Little wretch.”

It whispered.

It was as if the poor dead claw had found courage all at once, and it crashed headlong into its master’s feet in the pool of blood, and then a strong paw was placed on top of its head, transferring its share of the pressure it had taken on to itself.

In the astonished gazes of the five Gold Ones, not only was Xu Gerson, whose entire body was covered in divine power, not crushed, but instead stood up little by little in a roar.

Its golden fur was stained scarlet.

However, that brilliant color did not fade away, but instead turned into a golden-red color that was hard to describe.

It did not detract from its majestic kingly appearance, but instead made it look even more domineering.

And its vocal cords that had been damaged by the voodoo poison were also repaired at this moment, and it coughed, grabbing the thoroughly contaminated Wolf Blood Sacred Sword from the pool of blood as if it were leaning on a bloody tusk.

It said in a low voice that was almost identical to that of the King of Biting Bones:
“Prepare my army, Priests, we will march on Transylvania, we will wage war! We will chase victory! And of course of course, all in the name of the great Lord of the Hunt.”
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Early in the morning of the third day, Hogg bade farewell to the old black-eyed chief, and with the assistance of the 108 Jackal players who had entered the game in the past three days, the Sage Wolf gathered an “army” of thousands of men with unimaginable speed, and he was finally able to embark on his own “Journey to the Roots! It can finally begin its “journey to find its roots”.

However, there was one person who shouldn’t have appeared in the group that left the Black Eyes Clan.

Became a high-ranking governor and smug Bobok Black Eyes sat in a war chariot pulled by a Los Beast, it vigilantly looked around and turned back to his sister who hid behind him and said:

“You’re so careless, too! How did you get targeted by the assassins of the Bloodscar Clan?

If not for the warriors under my command being vigilant enough, you would have been captured! The always dim old man was quite decisive this time, now you must follow Lord Sage Wolf and I out of the clan territory, it is no longer safe here.

But don’t worry, Nanak.

As much as I’ve always hated you, I’ll fulfill my duty as a brother and I’ll protect you, but you’re still not willing to tell you whose child is in your belly?
Asshole!

I will personally strangle that wild man who dared to tarnish the reputation of the Black Eyes Clan!”

“Shut up, Popok, look at you now, before you were just stupid, now you’re bad and stupid you obviously found out a long time ago that an assassin was trying to take me captive, yet you had to put on a show in front of father just to take away the finest batch of armor and weapons in the clan.”

Nanak Black Eyes leaned against the corner of the war wagon with a tired face, and she touched the still-healing wound on her neck with some hindsight, then she whispered:
“But those seven warriors died at the hands of the assassins in order to save me, I apologize for the loss I caused to His Excellency, the Sage Wolf.”

“There is nothing to apologize for.”

Popok grunted, smugly addressing his sister:
“You’ll be able to see them in three days, those are the war spirits given to the Jackals by the invincible Creator, they’re the Wolves of Immortality! Haha, by the look of this stupidity on your face, you must not know why I pledge my allegiance to the Sage Wolves.

Don’t be silly, my pathetic sister!

It’s not you who can truly create a future for the Black Eyes Clan, it’s me who will become the greatest chief in the history of the Black Eyes Clan and even the Jackals, and you, you’ll have that honor of witnessing it all with your own eyes.”

(End of chapter)