Chapter 795: The Shameless Evil God Sends a Provocation to the Lord of the Hunt.

Chapter 793 792.The Shameless Evil God has issued a provocation to the Lord of Hunting, all sons and daughters, charge it! -[2530]

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Xu Gerson and Haas in the jackal command layer launched the “great purge” results are remarkable, just three days, they cleaned out hundreds of priests and low-level supervisors, these guys are the old Manson’s lineage, and at least one-third of them and dusk have links.

Earlier when Lina hunted Old Manson, she said that the jackal had the stench of Dusk on it.

It wasn’t just a metaphor, contact with those exterminationist cultists for a long time would definitely have an effect, it was a group of subspace servants, even if they hid it well, the power they served would have a weak influence on their existence.

It’s like the Dusk Servants have a special status of “Dusk Servant”.

This kind of influence is hard to detect at the level of regular power, but once it is about faith and rises to the level of divine observation, those changes can be clearly perceived by “professionals” like Xu Gesen.

As the Great Purge proceeded, after the layer of camouflage in the name of loyalty was uncovered, not to mention Hsu Gerson, even Old Governor Haas, who originated from the Blood Scar Clan, was taken aback by the tragic realities of the situation.

“I don’t understand, how did those cultists extend their hands so far?”

In the Valley of the Phantom Shadow, Inspector Haas looked at the statistics on the bestiary scroll in front of him, and it asked Xu Gesen with an ugly expression on its face:
“Those priests that were taken out, those governors, they live among us and most of them are members of the Blood Scars with the right roots, they should have been the most devout followers of my god, but they hooked up with a group of extinguishers under the Jackal’s deity.

Old Manson’s case is not unique, it’s a disgrace to the Jackals that those assholes are hooking up with the Dusk for scraps of food and are just as domesticated as the Dusk’s wild dogs!

We should probably tell Chief Amot about it .”

“Are you serious?”

Huegson glanced at the capable old governor in surprise, and it said:

“Do you think that Chief Amot does not know about this situation?
Manson is its most trusted aide, and I know you’ve imagined the worst, but think of it to an even worse degree.

If even my adoptive mother, the Split Claw Clan’s Grand Chief Potana, is a collaborator of the Dusk, then do you think that the remaining few chiefs are really that clean? Do you think they really haven’t had any private contact with Dusk?”

“This.”

Old Governor Hass’s tail was hanging low, and it didn’t dare to think any further.

“The Dusk are a cunning bunch of dogs, they don’t just sucker jackals into being one of them, they lure those of us who are in high positions of authority as my mother did, in the name of ‘cooperation’.

Haas, I have experienced the war of the Black Flame Pass in its entirety.

I know very well that my poor mother was played by the Twilight, and Manson is the second bloody example, and I can’t deny that the Twilight is indeed magical, you can work with them to achieve anything you want to achieve, and they can come up with all sorts of magical things to satisfy your cravings.

Such as the Rat Man, or the dangerous curiosity in Manson’s hand that can open up a gap in subspace.

But all this ‘help’ comes at a price.

The price was secretly marked up when they were delivered to you.”

Huegson whispered:

“How generous they are in offering help, how harsh they are in reclaiming the interest, and once you’ve lost your value and don’t want to join them, then Manson is where we end up.

Let me tell you another secret.

As you know, I am the heir of the King of Biting Bones, and when Chief Potana picked me up in the first place, I was accompanied by a handwritten journal of Lord Frederick, which detailed the cause and the entire process of the King of Biting Bones’ establishment of the faith for my people.

The Lord of the Hunt is a civilized image that Lord Frederick compiled from all the legends of the Jackals.

He was supposed to be the best and most influential civilization totem for the Jackal race, however, this path of god-making that was supposed to be smooth went wrong at the very beginning.

My god was tainted.”

“Divine Chosen Lord! Honored word!”

Old Dude Hass was so scared that the hairs on his tail exploded, and he made a gesture of covering his mouth, clearly shocked by what Hsugson had said.

But the Divine Chosen Grand Inspector glanced at it and said:
“This matter is not a secret in the Blood Scar Clan, on the night the Black Flame Pass fell Manson and I talked, it did not deny this truth, which means that the High Priests know the truth, you are the Blood Scar Clan’s Grand Inspector, I don’t believe that you haven’t heard similar rumors!

What’s more, I’m not afraid of a Divine Chosen, what are you afraid of?
The Lord of the Hunt will be born, but He hasn’t been born yet, and His ability to influence the material world is very limited.

It is precisely because I am closest to Him that I know Him well enough.

Just talking about these things isn’t going to be noticed by Him, so be bold and don’t let me despise your guts.”

“That’s fine, I did hear some crazy talk like that.”

Hass was racked with words by Huegson, the old jackal was somewhat regretting running to discuss the subject of twilight with the Chosen of the Gods, but with Huegson staring at it right now, it was clear that he wanted it to take a stand.

In this situation Haas couldn’t pretend that it hadn’t heard about this, it moved its body very stiffly and very uneasily and said:

“But I’m not a priest, and I don’t really care about these things, Chief Amoth said that my god is about to be born, and all I can think is that having a god is better than not having one, like the situation in the Black Flame Pass has proved it.

The civilized camp has their god to aid, but we have nothing.

If the Jackals had had a god to shelter us at our birth, we wouldn’t have had such a bad time in the Dark Mountains.

The Black Plague.
Oh, it sounds imposing, but who would want to raise their entire clan to charge outward every hundred years or so if they couldn’t really survive? Wouldn’t we still want to seize some more bountiful land to feed our clan?
My lord, I don’t want to get involved in the terrible secrets between the gods!
I only want to fulfill my duty as Governor and gain victory for my people, as the greatness of the King of the Bitten Bones, we were once only one step away from victory.”

That was a statement.

Huegson nodded, and it didn’t push the Hass Dude, it just waved its paw and said:
“Just have it in your own heart, if it’s really for the sake of the clan, then you can think about it in the future when there’s another option. Since you don’t want to get involved in all this, just cooperate with me and do what you need to do.

I assure you that what I’m doing now may seem brutal, but it’s not bad for our civilization.

There are parts of our civilization that are rotten, and that rotten flesh must be dug up in order for others to live better.

As for the gods .
Heh, you were wrong about one thing earlier, the Jackals had their own god when they were born, He has always been there, it’s just that we forgot about Him, my ancestor the King of Biting Bones molded the Lord of the Hunt, but it has another belief!
For Lord Frederick, the so-called Lord of the Hunt is nothing more than a tool to achieve greatness in conquest.

It is a secret known only to the Sons of Bitebones, and it is for this reason that my brother Germaine Bitebones, who does not know of my existence, has such disdain for the Lord of the Hunt!”

“I don’t think I should listen any longer, Chosen Lord, these secrets are enough to frighten a rough jackal like me tonight.”

Haas grew more and more alarmed.

All he wanted to do now was to get away from the Chosen Hunter, who had already begun to “babble”, but there was one thing he was sure of: Hogson wasn’t crazy!

He was very lucid and even a little too lucid.

It wasn’t complaining to itself, but wanted to be part of something it was doing, and it had something to do with the secrets of the King of the Bone Biters.

Truth be told, for a moment Haas wished to join, after all, what jackal wasn’t a loyal, hardcore fan of the King of Biting Bones?
“Go on then, reorganize our legions according to our previous plan, and after the subspace aura of Baphomet Canyon being messed with by old Manson has diminished, charge over there with your men and kill them in the Tainted Swamp!”

Huegson said in a deep voice: “I want to carry out a true black plague, I want to learn from my ancestor to complete the great conquest it failed to accomplish, whether I lose or win is meaningless to me, even if this life is buried in the path of conquest is a perfect ending for me.

But the remnants of the Dusk must be purged!

I will do this myself.”

“Lord God’s Chosen! Something’s wrong!”

Just as Xugerson and Haas were discussing important matters, a Blood Scar Priest who had been verified to have no connection to Dusk came running in a hurry, and it shouted to Xugerson in great panic:
“A vision has appeared in the statue of my god, the priests have never seen a similar scene before, we are unable to decipher the oracle of my god, please go to the statue shrine immediately to check it out.”

“Hmm?”

Xu Gerson let out a puzzled snort.

It stood up and strutted out of its own tent, only to look up and see strange flames being lit around the wooden idol of the Lord of the Hunt that was erected in the center of the valley, the fiery flames that weren’t solid were more like a convergence of blood-colored power, along with the roaring sound of the Lord of the Hunt, if nothing else.

A large number of terrified jackals fell to their knees around the idol and worshipped, while others brought bloody prey as offerings in the hope of calming the god’s anger.

Such an ignorant and barbaric scene reminded Xu Gesen of the images of the Golden Age that Lord Frederick had projected in his mind, where jackals like them had a great mission, wise and powerful, the Creator’s most capable assistants.

They were wise and powerful, the Creator’s most powerful assistants. They would not have been as terrified as they are now because of the disturbance of an evil god.

What a shame.
The Chosen thought to himself, silently striding towards the statue of floating blood-colored light, and in full view of everyone it stretched out its claws around the encircling flames of blood-colored light and touched the statue of the Lord of the Hunt.

A visionary image appeared in Xugerson’s mind, showing it the scene of the Jackals being hunted and sacrificed by the goatman cultists in the great dungeon of Baphomet.

This kind of abuse was not the point.

The Lord of the Hunt wasn’t the kind of good god that would care about the deaths of his followers, and what really angered Him was that those goatmen had sacrificed the Jackal’s abused soul to another evil god.

In the flickering light and shadow of the Lord of the Hunt, Xu Gerson could clearly see the strange black sand form of Archon Baphomet devouring and weaving the souls of one jackal into the nodes of the mutated dreamscape, as well as a large number of goatman cultists worshipping beneath the dungeon, a scene filled with an aura of unspeakable depravity.

That was the source of the Lord of the Hunt’s anger.

Those spirits should have all belonged to Him!

All the souls that had died in the wars, hunts, and abuses should have returned to His Hunting God Kingdom, but the Great Lord of Baphomet had snatched those souls away.

He was the race god of the jackals, which was the primary divine duty of the Lord of the Hunt, and it could be said that the Nightmare Tyrant’s behavior at this moment was the most horrible provocation as far as a god was concerned.

No wonder this made the yet-to-be-born Lord of the Hunt so angry, it was the other claw of disgust stealing meat from the Lord of the Hunt’s plate.

Could this be tolerated?
The unformed mind of the Lord of the Hunt roared and commanded in Hügesen’s mind, demanding that his powerful Divine Chosen personally go forth and root out Archon Baphomet and the cultists under His command, and offer Him the abused souls of those goatmen, the plunder from the other divinities would allow the Lord of the Hunt to be born more quickly.

Huegson nodded in agreement, and so those blood-colored flames of light that surrounded the statue flew away and dissipated.

The Chosen One turned around and shouted to all the jackals watching it behind him:

“My god is angry!

For an evil god has taken the souls of the faithful and brave and used them in evil rituals, and just below the great palace of Baphomet, the evil demon known as the Nightmare Tyrant is brutalizing the vanguard that we have sent out in the greatest provocation to the Lords of the Hunt and to the Jackals!

A harsh response must be given!
The Lord of the Hunt needs the true pious to form themselves into a ‘Punishment Army’ to travel to the Great Dungeon to carry out the punishment, and only those Jackals who are most loyal to our god will be eligible to join and win the glory of the Hunt for our god.

But we are in the midst of the Black Plague, so this Punishment Army cannot be too large to interfere with our war offensive against Transylvania!
I must choose carefully.”

Huegson’s gaze swept over the restive jackals in front of him.

It recalled in its mind what the King of Biting Bones had told it earlier, that in order to cooperate with the Sage Wolf’s operation in the Dark Mountain Range, Hüggesen had to find a way to deplete the Lord of the Hunt’s most loyal and incorrigible savage servants.

The Divine Chosen Governor had been preparing for this.

It had planned to send these guys to fight hard against the undead spirits of Transylvania, but the matter of Baphomet’s great dungeon was a better opportunity instead.

Right now the irritable Lord of the Hunt personally spoke, immediately turning this more or less disgraceful act of consumption into a legitimate one.

In the instant that the Chosen One’s words fell, there were immediately the Blood Scar Clan’s fanatics jumping up to introduce themselves, these guys’ eyes were shining with a fervent light, and they even carved the words of worship to the Lord of the Hunt on top of their own furs, obviously being the role of a “fervent believer” among the jackals.

Xu Gesen satisfied with the selection, as the Chosen One, it can easily detect the “distance” between a jackal and the Lord of the Hunt, and it selected all those devotees who are closer to the Lord of the Hunt.

This scene fell into the eyes of the Haas Governor, causing the old jackal to fall into a speechless silence.

Without the conversation just now, it wouldn’t have felt anything special about all this.

Jackals were a wild race by nature, and when they encountered this kind of provocation, they definitely had to strike hard, this was their racial nature.

However, it had just had a disturbing conversation with Xu Gerson, so this scene became “meaningful” in the eyes of Inspector Haas, and it was creepy when one thought about it.

The Grand Inspector HUGSON said that he wanted to carry out a “cleansing” of the army under his command.

Now, it seems that it wants to clean out not only those who are involved with the dusk of self-destruction, there are also these Lord of the Hunt’s fanatics, no wonder in the war of the barren mountain, the blood scar priests and hunting voters casualty rate will be so exaggerated!
Xu Gesen’s “cleaning” of these guys probably started when the war started.

This guy!
He’s too smart to be a jackal, is this the power of the bloodline of the King of Bone Biters?
But that’s not right.

The other grandchild of the King of Bone Biters, the Grand Chief of the Bone Biters Clan, Gelman Bone Biters, did not display the same shrewdness and introspection as Xu Gesen, and in contrast, Gelman Biters might have inherited the brutality and strength of the King of Bone Biters, which was more like a standard jackal.

However, Inspector Haas did not interrupt the process.

It pretended not to see anything.

Just now, Hsugson had given it the opportunity to join in, but it had refused, and it would be easy to get itself involved if it went private again.

However, the Old Dude couldn’t help but ponder another question as it quietly turned to leave, just now Grand Inspector Xu Gerson had told it that he hoped it would think hard if a second option came up in the future . Was this also a warning?

But for the Jackals, other than the Lord of the Hunt, could there really be a second faith that would open its arms to them?

Ah, these bad times, everyone had to choose their side, it wasn’t as simple as picking one of several options, especially for a race like the Jackals, it was a matter of life and death.

They started the Black Plague to live better.

They obeyed the teachings of the Lord of the Hunt for the same reason, and if the second option mentioned by Hügensen really existed, it would also mean that the Jackals would have to pay a much more real and harsh price.

That wasn’t good, but the world was never gentle to them.

It was too hard.

Whether it’s making the right choice at the right moment or living with dignity on this continent, it’s too hard.

(End of chapter)