Chapter 468 God of Disaster

"After being expelled from the tribe, I thought I would die."

"But I didn't expect that the fog that can pollute everything in the Black Mist Season did not take away my life, but instead strengthened my abilities, allowing me to not only communicate with the sharp-toothed wolf, but also control the more powerful Bra "You gray wolf."

"And the price is what it is now."

As he spoke, Quint's rotten face showed a painful expression.

Enzo stroked his chin, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He already understood the general outline of the matter. An inferior species with awakened superpowers was expelled from the tribe during the Black Mist Season. However, he did not die in the wilderness as a result, but instead became more powerful. the power of.

"No wonder, the evil aliens are called the minions of the God of Disaster."

Enzo murmured to himself, the luster in his eyes flashing. The main reason why the black fog season is called the most terrifying season is the terrifying black fog that can pollute everything. Whether it is the war ghosts or wild beasts, they are all affected by the black fog. After being polluted, everyone will lose themselves and fall into madness.

However, after Quint absorbed the black mist, he did not become crazy. Instead, he strengthened his abilities. This seemed to mean that the mist was a tonic for the evil aliens.

It just comes with a price!

"Why attack the Tatar tribe?" Enzo asked again after a while.

"Tatar tribe?"

Quint looked puzzled, shook his head and said, "I don't know which tribe you are. You just control the wolves and attack indiscriminately on the plains."

"What's the reason?" Enzo asked.

"No reason."

"No reason?" Enzo narrowed his eyes and his expression became dangerous.

"It's true!" Quint quickly explained, "I don't know why I did this. It's just that since I awakened my powers, a voice has been echoing in my mind, driving all my actions."

Enzo frowned slightly.

According to the detection of the chip, Quint's mood did not fluctuate when he answered himself, so it seemed to indicate that he was not lying.

"The inferior species that awakens supernatural powers are called evil spirits!" Enzo's eyes flashed as he thought, "The evil powers can be strengthened by the black mist, and the black mist represents the power of the God of Disaster! "

"In other words, the reason why the evil alien's abilities are strengthened is because it absorbs the power of the God of Disaster!"

"At the same time, after the evil aliens absorb the black mist, their behavior will also be affected by the God of Disaster..."

A trace of weirdness appeared on Enzo's face, and he murmured, "If all the inferences are reasonable, then this situation seems a bit familiar!"

God of disaster!

The blood-killing god!

The two gods born in the War Ghost World represent opposite sides. In the tens of thousands of years of the world's history, the two indigenous gods have been fighting secretly, always eager to get rid of each other and gain complete control of the world.

However, it is not that easy to do all this!

Both the Bloodkiller God and the Disaster God are indigenous gods born from the world. Although there is a difference in power between the two, it is not obvious. Even though the Bloodkiller God once defeated the Disaster God and supported the war effort, it was not obvious. The ghosts became the rulers of the world, but they still could not completely suppress each other.

It is precisely because of this that only two of the three seasons in the world are dominated by the God of Blood Killing. During the Black Mist Season, the entire land will fall under the control of the God of Disaster.

In order to strengthen his rule over the world, the Blood-killing God gave the War Ghost Clan a god-given stone tablet. Through the above training methods, the War Ghost Clan can master extraordinary power and at the same time let his own power affect them.

"It seems that the God of Disaster has also made the same choice as the God of Bloodkiller..." Enzo murmured.

The blood-killing god controls the War Ghost tribe with the cultivation methods given on the stone tablet.

The God of Disaster, through the power of the black mist, lures the War Ghosts into depravity and makes the evil aliens become his minions. In this way, he continues to increase his influence on the world.

"No matter the god of disaster or the god of blood-killing, the difference in strength is not enough to completely kill each other." Enzo stroked his chin and thought: "Therefore, these two indigenous gods shifted the battlefield to fight against the world. In terms of control, continue to expand your influence by controlling more extraordinary beings!”

"It seems that it is somewhat similar to the behavior of gods competing for faith during the first era of the wizarding world..."

A look of realization appeared on Enzo's face.

At this moment, Quint, who was bound by shadows not far away, suddenly became ferocious in expression, and at the same time let out a terrifying roar.

The next moment, his body changed in vain.

The body bound by the shadow tentacles, large pieces of rotten flesh fell off the skin, and a black mist full of strange aura emitted.

A trace of solemnity appeared on Enzo's face, and he took a few steps back slightly.

Ouch!

Immediately afterwards, a wolf howl came, and Quint transformed into a half-human, half-wolf monster, broke free from the shackles of the shadow tentacles, and rushed forward.

The influence of the werewolf Quint was ferocious. His body was covered with black hair, and underneath was rotten flesh. He waved his arms, and his sharp black claws were wrapped with black mist.

Stab!

With a thought in Enzo's mind, the shadow shield condensed, blocking the werewolf Quint's attack and making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

"Shadow Scythe!"

On the spot, with a thought in Enzo's mind, the shadow shield flashed and turned into a giant scythe, and then he swung it fiercely and cut off the head of the werewolf Quint.

Bang!

The werewolf Quint's head rolled to the ground, his rotten face looked extremely hideous, and it seemed that he could no longer be recognized. His facial features were blurred together like rotten meat, leaving only a pair of dark eyes.

The next moment, the head on the ground turned into a ball of dark mist, and condensed into a ghost-like shadow in the air.

"The breath of a wizard..."

The black mist ghost made a hoarse voice, which made Enzo feel a little familiar, and it seemed that lightning flashed through his mind in an instant.

"God of Disaster!" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

"Is it an inferior species?"

The black mist ghost floated in the air, looking at Enzo below, and suddenly screamed, "No! That's not right! You are not a warrior ghost at all!"

Enzo took a half step back, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

"The breath does not belong to this world! Who are you?" The God of Disaster looked down from above, his hoarse voice revealed a trace of majesty, and said in a deep voice: "I am the ruler of the world, the God of Disaster and Mist!"

"Mortals, no matter where you come from, kneel down!"

After that, a black mist rolled up on the dark plain, like a ghost world.

"Hmph!"

Enzo snorted coldly, and the Soul Bone Wand appeared in his hand. He paused lightly, and the shadow on the ground immediately spread like a tide.

"It's just a projection? How dare you be so arrogant?"

The shadow formed an independent domain and dispelled the surrounding invading fog. Enzo's mind moved, and the shadow tentacles instantly bounced up and attacked the black fog ghost not far away.

Sizzle!

The shadow tentacles pierced the black fog phantom, and the projection of the power of the God of Disaster collapsed, and the voice of exasperation came immediately.

"Mortal! You actually blasphemed the gods!"

"Wait, the power of the mist will soon cover this world, I will make you pay the price, and repent in endless fear..."

As the voice gradually faded, the breath of the God of Disaster also completely dissipated, and the plain under the night returned to peace, leaving only a rotten headless corpse lying on the ground.

Enzo put away his wand and then leaned down.

"Absorb the power of the God of Disaster to gain extraordinary power, but as a mortal, I can't bear this power." Enzo glanced at Quint's headless corpse and muttered to himself.

At this time, the corpse has regained its human form.

The gray hair of the werewolf on the body faded, leaving only rotten and decayed skin, and the stench emanated, as if it had been dead for a long time.

"Chip, scan!" Enzo ordered in his heart.

The headless corpse has completely rotted and can no longer maintain its shape. Under the chip scan, a series of information data are all displayed, which makes Enzo's face reflect a thoughtful expression.

"Muscle activity has completely disappeared, and it has been at least a year!" Enzo stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "This means that a year ago, after Quint awakened his superpowers in the Gosho tribe and became an evil, his body had already lost its normal activity."

"In a sense, he was already dead at that time, but he relied on the power of the God of Disaster to maintain the movement of his body!"

"However, although this power can make Quint act like a normal person, it continues to affect him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will completely lose his self-will in half a year at most!"

Then, Enzo shook his head.

"It's really a stereotyped method. Whether it's the God of Blood Killing or the God of Disaster, or even the ancient gods in the first era of the wizard world, they don't notice the way they treat mortals!"

"In order to obtain the power of [faith], the gods give their own power to mortals, allowing believers to obtain extraordinary power, but the final outcome of this road, without exception, will make them lose themselves and become part of the gods of faith."

Enzo stood up and looked into the night.

"Now it seems that the wizard ancestor is really a great existence. He can establish the wizard system and civilization with the god of mortals, and finally subvert the rule of the gods. He is worthy of being the only existence that surpasses the seventh-order life form in the endless history of the multiverse!"

Enzo's face showed a trace of emotion.

Then, he looked at the headless corpse on the ground. Although most of the power of the god of disaster had been lost, there was still a small amount of energy left on the headless corpse.

The energy that was almost negligible could be preserved as experimental material.

Enzo hesitated and collected the headless corpse on the ground.

Then, he had an idea.

Shadow crows in the sky looked down at the earth under the night sky. In the distance, on the endless black plains, groups of fire flickered.

That was the hunting team of the Tatar tribe.

After Enzo killed the werewolf Quint, the Brar gray wolves that originally attacked the camp fell down one after another and turned into rotten flesh and blood, while other sharp-toothed wolves fled everywhere because they lost their command.

Whoosh!

Under the cover of night, Drogo threw a bronze spear and nailed a sharp-toothed wolf to the ground. He was leading the blood warriors of the tribe to hunt the sharp-toothed wolves around.

"No need to chase!"

At this time, Drogo suddenly stopped, looked at the sharp-toothed wolves that had already escaped, and raised his hand to signal the blood warriors behind him to stop chasing.

"Taka, how is the camp?"

Then, Drogo turned around and asked a blood warrior who was bitten on the chest by a sharp-toothed wolf.

"The group of Bral gray wolves are all dead."

Taka hesitated and said with an ugly face: "However, the situation is a bit strange. The group of Bular Gray Wolves were not killed by us, but all fell down in the moment just now."

"Moreover, the bodies of these Bular Gray Wolves all emit a foul smell, as if they have been rotting for a long time. They can't be brought back to the tribe as prey at all!"

Drogo frowned slightly, his face gloomy.

The harvest season is about to end, and the hunting team of the Tatar tribe should have returned to the tribe, but tonight they were attacked by wolves, and the situation was weird everywhere.

Seeing that the Black Mist Season is about to come, this is really not a good omen. Drogo made up his mind that after the hunting team returns to the tribe, he must hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to please the God of Blood Killing and let the tribe gain more power to protect the tribe.

Afterwards, Drogo and others returned to the camp.

In the distant wasteland, Enzo's eyes flashed, cutting off the vision of the shadow crow, first looking around, and then returning to the camp.

After a while, all the members of the Tatar hunting team returned to the camp.

Due to the sudden attack of the wolf pack, the hunting team suffered a lot of losses. At least ten blood warriors were killed by sharp-toothed wolves, and more than half of them were injured.

Drogo's face became even uglier.

Such a loss is already a serious injury to the Tatar tribe. If we had known earlier, in the previous battle between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe in the Savage Forest Hunting Ground, only more than ten blood warriors were injured and four blood warriors died.

This year's harvest hunting was not smooth.

"Fortunately, we hunted that fire-toothed mammoth at the beginning!" Drogo comforted himself in his heart. The Tatar tribe's annual harvest hunting, at the worst time, the casualties did not exceed ten people, but this time, twenty blood warriors died, and almost all members of the hunting team were injured.

Fortunately, this year's prey is relatively rich, and there is also a fire-toothed mammoth as a tribute to the Gossop tribe.

"Brother Drogo!"

At this time, Taka on the side spoke up and asked in a low voice: "The injured tribesmen have been settled, and the prey has been dealt with, but what about the bodies of the Bular Gray Wolf?"

"Gather them together and burn them!"

Drogo frowned and sighed slightly in his heart. He had just checked the bodies of the Bular Gray Wolf. Without exception, they were all rotten and could not be brought back to the tribe as prey.

"I hope everything goes well next!"

Drogo prayed in his heart that he could lead his tribe back to the tribe smoothly. After all, the wolf attack tonight was full of weirdness and had caused heavy losses to the Tatar hunting team. Next, they must return to the tribe as soon as possible to prepare for the next Black Mist Season.