Without any hesitation, Soran quickly took away his machete and stepped backward when Gloria's tentacles hit enemies beside her. Soran's machete shined with cold light, killing those trapped enemies. Wizards would never be output champions. Instead, they would only memorize a few mass destruction spells. Even their destruction spells were normally single fatal spells like Deadly Point. Those who helped to kill were always those pro-battle professionals. Mass destruction spell was not as good as killing enemies who had been trapped.
More and more enemies appeared.
The number of enemies was totally beyond Soran's expectation, which made Gloria frustrated. She said in a low voice "Our spell cannot handle so many enemies."
There were over a hundred enemies here, all of whom were creatures above grade 2. They were believers of the god of hunting, who were more powerful than guardians in White Horse city.
Spirits' believers definitely were more powerful. If the god of hunting were not asleep, some of the monsters here might be able to cast spells. Weak spirits did not have much power and their powers were dramatically reduced at the beginning of turbulent years. Only excellent believers were taught how to cast spells whereas those ignored would not have the ability of spell casting. The reason why these monsters held hunting ceremonies was that they wanted to catch spirits' attention and tried to prove their values so that the god of hunting could focus on them and teach spells to them.
Believers without values would be deprived of spell casting abilities because the god of hunting's power was also declining.
In turbulent years, all spirits' powers were declining. When they consumed their powers to a certain level, they would fall onto the earth. Smaller spirits would fall faster. Only when the energy storm of turbulent years ended, could they recover their powers and return to their nations. Spirits walking on the earth were saint. They didn't have god levels, so they kept their original professional grades. Some spirits, therefore, were very weak. Some of them became god out of luck and they weren't very powerful actually. They were only high-grade legends, but they managed to reach grade 40 with their god levels.
The reason why inferior spirits could defeat superior ones was that without god levels, they were of the same powers.
But spirits went to the earth as saints whose average constitutions were above 25 points. Even without god level powers, they were also clear-cut winners compared with ordinary man in terms of constitutions. A small part of powerful spirits' constitution could reach 50 points or more. When faced with magic goddess, even legendary wizard would feel their spell casting was nothing like playing tricks. It was also not a laughing matter that those with huge strengths could move mountains and fill seas with bare hands.
There were more and more believers of the god of hunting.
Soran had realized how serious it was and Gloria's spells could not handle so many enemies. When he was about to cover Gloria and escape, a loud wolf roar was heard from their back, followed by rushing elf wanderers. They looked horrible with seven or so scars on their bodies. Their handsome faces were scratched nearly to disfiguration. He held a sword in his hand strangely. Only with a close look, could we see that he lost a finger.
It seemed that his little finger was broken by some beasts.
Seeing Soran and his partners, the elf wanderer was excited but malicious. He quickly ran from the powerful hunter behind him and rushed towards them. He turned out to be the target of believers of the god of hunting, behind whom was much powerful hunter and tracker.
A group of monsters gave up catching Soran and his partners. Instead, they turned to the elf wanderer in front of them.
He was the important target.
They would by no means let the elf wanderer run away; otherwise, they would fail in this hunting ceremony.
——"Death Horror!"
Without any spell casting moves or incantations, the elf wanderer just raised his hand, point at somewhere and spell light appeared. Then a horrible nimbus exploded in front of his enemies. This was neither the kind of spell that high-grade wanderers would use nor arcane spells of wizards. Instead, it was a special ability similar to spells, which might be his inborn talent.
A large number of creatures stiffed on where they stood.
Then most of them looked horrified, which seemed that some scaring things were running away to all sides.
And there was even a small part turned pale and got killed instantly.
They were scared to death.
Death Horror casted by elf wanderer attacked enemies in front of him, leading a way to Soran.
"Damn it!"
Soran's face turned terrible. So did Gloria. It was because seeing the spell casted just now, they were sure about the identity of the elf wanderer.
——"The son of Horror!"
They couldn't think of another person who could easily casted Death Horror and scared enemies to death apart from the son of Horror.
A black shadow-like werewolf appeared and he licked his mouth corner. With his metal claws shining, he grinned "The son of god is indeed excellent. I can feel strong vitality. Maybe we can have a splendid meal after he was killed in the ceremony."
An extremely strong half-blood orc walked out from the forest, with a giant battle axe weighing nearly 200 pounds in his hand, roaring "He is the prey for our master. We can only decide how to deal with his corpse after the ceremony."
Holding his machete tighter, Soran fiercely looked at the approaching elf wanderer.
His aim was horrifying. He even dared to lead these hunters to them. Knowing this, Soran even wanted to kill him. He said "Try your best to control him when he comes and I'll kill him."
Gloria nodded slightly and her eyes shined with deadly cold light.
Killing him might stopped hunters' attacks. Even if it was of little possibility and he came for them with ill intention, they would also like to give it a try. The elf wanderer approached them, but he stopped before Gloria's spell range. He jumped high above and shouted at Mala's believers from all sides "I am not the only offspring of the god, the little girl over there is also the daughter of the god."
"It's not possible!"
"Look at there."
He seemed to use some special power and pointed at Soran's direction.
A horrible nimbus exploded.
A lot of scaring phenomenon appeared in Soran's head, be it the dead mountain full of blood and bones or other cruel and horrible scenes. But he was such a determined person that he won't be swayed easily. Just within a second, he controlled his horror. At the same time, rows of data appeared in front of him.
"You are influenced by horror nimbus!"
"Will identification was motivated! ….Successfully passed deadly identification of Dead Scaring! …Successfully withstand the effect of horror."
Gloria also had strong will because she only gave a little start before she recovered.
But to everyone's surprise, Vivian standing behind Gloria suddenly trembled and kept her eyes wide open. Her lovely face turned pale out of horror as if she was holding back some kind of emotion. And when her emotion reached to a certain point, she suddenly screamed loudly "Ah!"
An invisible sound wave spread. Soran first got affected. He felt droning and there was blood coming out from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth. Then Gloria was also influenced. She looked pale. She seemed to motivate some spell, a spell light protected her from the wave. But she still couldn't stand still.
The horrible sound wave spread across.
Nearby Mala believers fell down in batches like cutting wheat, at least half of whom were killed directly under the sound waves. Others were all bleeding and were obviously staggering. The only ones that were not affected seriously were the powerful hunters, who were grade 4 professionals. This kind of attack could only injure them. But it was not enough to be fatal.
The elf wanderer smiled cruelly and grinned "Do you see that she is also the offspring of the god?"
"The two beside her seem to be losing their powers and the just-awakened offspring of Horror is very weak. Why not kill her first? Isn't it much easier than killing me?"
Looking at the prey in the front, the black werewolf grinned "I like your cruelty."
"But if we killed two offspring of the god, we could definitely get bonus from our master."
An invisible sound wave spread rapidly. All the beasts within a five-kilometer radius seemed to have been greatly frightened, all of them madly fleeing in all directions.
In an old cave, a druid who closed his eyes meditating suddenly opened his eyes.
He slowly stood up. As an elf, he was extraordinarily strong and tall as if he was a solid stone. He trudged out of the cave, looked at the troubled forest in the distance, and murmured "who frightened them?"
An eagle fell from the sky. After it landed, it turned into a druid, humbly lowering the head "Your excellency, Earth walker!"
Farther away, in a dark underground chamber, the black-robed priest on the altar suddenly opened his eyes. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes. He said eagerly "The first offspring of god has been awakened!"
"Let the hand of despair go! Find him at all costs!"
Time fixed at the moment.
Soran's eyes suddenly appeared bloody. It was because the explosive power in his body caused the blood to rush and his heart rate speeded up instantly. Crazy release of epinephrine and hyperemia made his pupil bloody red.. His face was distorted and expressions turned horrible. The already injured body began to recover gradually. With a lot of killing experience being consumed, his injuries were getting lighter and lighter and his figure was becoming more and more blurred as if he was about to disappear in the shadows.
Behind him, Soran's shadow was twisting.
Then he rushed to the elf wanderer, but he disappeared out of nowhere and there was no trace of him in the whole material layer.
——"Shadow layer shuttle."
Chapter end
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