Free Web NovelChapter 931: Chapter 460: The First Night of Blood and Fire
"Why has the Divine will descended!!?"
The expression under the Withered’s hood changed suddenly, staring incredulously at the Holy Spear constantly gathering power.
Is it the one who has descended aiming at me!!?
Why?
No, it’s wrong!
There shouldn’t be any Divine intervention in this matter!
This is different from the plan!
The Withered’s heart sank, sensing something ominous.
Things have gone wrong...
"...Damn it! Why are there so many problems here!?"
Fallen, at Legendary Peak strength, was feeling very uneasy now.
Very uneasy!
From the very start, things seemed full of issues.
Following the original plan set by the organization, he came here and assembled a group of expendable raiders.
With them, and his presence as a restraining force, he believed taking over here would be a sure win and could smoothly sacrifice this group of Beastmen with natural essence potential to the great Father of Ten Thousand Trees.
Indeed.
As long as he kills the Ancestor Spirit worshiped by the Beastmen as the main material, and uses their blood as auxiliary, it would surely please It!
That way, he wouldn’t need to use that Forbidden Item to progress to Epic.
He had been stuck at the Legendary Peak for far too long and had already paid too much to progress.
Wealth, energy, status...he had abandoned all of these.
He exhausted all resources on himself and joined a secret organization, becoming a Fallen in the eyes of the world.
He even didn’t hesitate to kill his companion of two hundred years along with his animal partner, using its bones for the most essential sacrifice.
Despite being expunged from the Druid Order, and becoming hunted, he succeeded in progressing to be the "Thorn Avenger"!
This is an evil yet equally powerful special profession, granting him the ability to control blood thorns.
However, this is still not enough.
There remains some distance to his goal!
After sacrificing so much, he still persists, just for this final gamble.
Progress to Epic!
If he can progress successfully, all sacrifices would be acceptable, all losses forgivable!
And now, the opportunity was in front of him.
Originally, he planned to wait a bit more, slowly devouring them with the help of internal spies, trying to keep live captives for sacrifice.
Unexpectedly, the higher-ups of these foolish Beastmen were unexpectedly decisive, ready to migrate before he started.
The Withered could not let them go!
Upon accurate news of Beastmen ready to leave, he hesitated no longer and directly assaulted the Beastmen settlement to wipe them out.
Though the forced assault cost a hefty price, with many raiders dead or injured, such sacrifices were permissible.
If there were no surprises, everything would end before the sun rises.
But the problem is, surprises didn’t just appear, there were quite many!
Originally supposed to have deteriorated to Early Stage Legendary power due to old age, the Great Shaman, with the Ancestor Spirit’s help, broke his thorn defense, almost wounding his body.
Then, the Guard Captain, according to insider intelligence having only High Tier power, unexpectedly had hidden strength, erupting at Mid Stage Legendary level.
Their joint forces truly brought him considerable trouble.
Fortunately, his strength was greater, his preparations more thorough, subduing them at a cost.
The Great Shaman was heavily injured and unconscious; the Guard Captain, though not losing consciousness, lost an arm and thus posed no threat short term.
Many problems, but not big ones.
Just a bit more time, and he could conquer here according to plan!
Just when the Withered thought everything was over, the real problem appeared.
Divine descent.
Why is it Divine descent!!?
Didn’t the organization promise that agreements were reached with certain beings, ensuring no Divine would intervene?
What is happening now!!!
Not only did the Divine descend, but clearly set up to target him!
Is it a warning?
Or... obliteration?
If it’s just the former, that’s fine; if it’s the latter... Hm!!?
"Wait!!!"
The Withered suddenly sensed something wrong, forcefully shook his head, letting out a painful low groan.
"Get out of my head!!!"
He realized, at this moment, his thoughts were too chaotic and active.
Was I influenced by It?
When!!?
The Withered was horrified, his fear and reverence for the Divine skyrocketing.
Even with hundreds of meters between him and the descended being, how did It influence his will?
Since the opponent descended, he did not act rashly, retrieving his attacking thorns for defense, observing Its every move... Wait!
"The gaze, it was Its gaze!"
The Withered’s mind trembled, knowing the opponent was about to throw the Holy Spear, but at this moment still uncontrollably lowering his head, not daring to meet that indifferent gaze.
"This, this is Divine power..."
The opponent didn’t even truly gaze at him.
The Divine descending on the Beastmen, though aiming the Holy Spear at him, never genuinely focused on him.
He had never been in Its eyes!
But even so, he felt his very soul turn cold.
The Withered, though mad, was not foolish.
The opponent truly intends to act against him!
Flee.
Escaping before the Divine is not shameful.
But, but...
On the Withered’s dry face flashed pain and hesitation, clenching his jaw tightly.
