Chapter Seventy-Nine: Conflict! Second Update
2015-10-06
Author: Floating Tower of All Beings
Under the cold moonlight.
An ancient and wild altar stands near Thorn-Spike Valley, where there lives a species that is relatively rare elsewhere on the main road.
—Steelcrest Boarfolk!
The origin of this creature is now impossible to trace; it is known that outside of the human realms, close to the wilderness, many creatures similar to the boarfolk are active on the edges of orc territory. These races, much like werewolves, lead a hunting and fishing lifestyle, so in their daily lives, [hunting] is an essential part.
The faith of the God of the Hunt—Mara is widely spread in this area.
It is already close to dawn, and numerous bonfires are erected near the altar, with faint boar-like howls and other chaotic sounds heard nearby.
Many evil beastmen are fervent believers of the God of the Hunt—Mara.
At this moment, a large gathering of species has converged around the altar, ranging from humans, orcs, lizardmen, werewolves to boarfolk, each species has divided into their respective factions to stay near the altar. Due to racial barriers, even among the followers of the same deity, the relationships between these predators are not very harmonious; that is to say, they rarely gather unless it is for significant tasks.
“Awoo!”
A piercing wolf howl rings out, startling the werewolves near the altar, causing them to recoil in fear.
In the cold moonlight, a tall and robust figure is rapidly approaching.
It has an appearance close to that of a werewolf, but upon closer inspection, he is not a werewolf at all; he is a dark creature.
He is a werewolf!
As a dark species akin to vampires, werewolves possess innate abilities far beyond those of ordinary humanoids, and he gazes at the other predators with crimson eyes. He then slowly walks to the center of the altar.
Dark creatures rely on hunting for survival.
Whether werewolves or vampires, a considerable portion of their kind worships the God of the Hunt—Mara.
The reason is simple.
It is not solely because of the divine profession wielded by the God of the Hunt; more importantly, He possesses a very special domain.
—[Moon] Domain!
As a chaotic evil deity, the God of the Hunt has managed to survive for such a long time, which is not so easy to deal with.
During a certain period, Lady Silver Moon was incredibly weak, even relying on the protection of the ‘Goddess of Love and Beauty.’ It was through the power of the Goddess that she could survive. During this time, the God of the Hunt, in order to expand His domain and increase His followers, spent a long time extending His realm, mastering the [Moon] domain.
And precisely because of this.
Many dark species have become His followers, especially the werewolves; a considerable number of clans worship Him.
It is well known.
Dark species have a special sensitivity to the power of the moon. Since the God of the Hunt—Mara mastered the [Moon Domain], the factions among beastmen have split into two camps, one still maintaining faith in Lady Silver Moon, while the other has turned to the embrace of the God of the Hunt. They believe the teachings of the God of the Hunt are more suited to the nature of dark creatures.
“Ritual starts!”
The exceedingly robust werewolf stands at the center of the altar, looking down at the other species present, as if declaring his unique status.
This is a legendary creature.
Compared to the vampires who like to blend in among humans, many werewolves prefer a wild lifestyle. They enjoy roaming in the wilderness, with many living near orc territory.
A dull growl echoes.
A high-ranking biological level cheetah is brought up. Following that is a bound earth drake, and then a robust orc warrior.
One after another, the prey is presented at the altar.
Almost all are high-ranking beings, and they are now offerings to the God of the Hunt; the power of [bloodlust] will awaken the God of the Hunt.
“Why is there no legendary bl**d?!”
The werewolf scans the prey and frowns, saying in a deep voice, “Is this all you have prepared to offer to my lord?”
The God of the Hunt loves legendary bl**d.
Even though there are numerous high-ranking beings before him, the werewolf believes that offering a legendary creature would earn the favor of the God of the Hunt far more.
The ritual is ongoing.
Accompanied by a strong smell of bl**d, the prey is killed one by one, and the rich bl**d essence converges at the altar, eventually transforming into a twisted shadow resembling a gorilla but with sharp fangs and claws.
This is the true form of the God of the Hunt!
It looks like a combination of a gorilla and a baboon, with a head somewhat resembling a werewolf, a bl**d-red bloody expression on its face, ears shaped like daggers, covered in thick fur, robust limbs, and a trace of a tail behind.
King of the Beasts.
Beast of Black bl**d.
The true form of the God of the Hunt is a highly intelligent beast, watching the offerings on the altar. A slight hint of anger and dissatisfaction appears in the eyes of the凝聚的虚影, and with a roar, the werewolf conducting the rite suddenly bleeds from seven orifices and dies on the spot.
Whoosh!
A large group of predators kneels on the ground, praying in fear and reverence, begging the God of the Hunt not to rain His wrath upon them.
The God of the Hunt is very displeased!
The robust werewolf seems to have anticipated this; without legendary bl**d offered to the master, no matter how many high-ranking creatures there are, it is of no use.
“Prey!”
The shadow of the God of the Hunt lets out an angry roar and suddenly turns its gaze to a distant hillside and growls, “The prey is over there!… Capture her!… Offer her to me!… I want her bl**d!…”
There are enemies nearby.
The robust werewolf realizes this in an instant. He kneels on one knee before the distorted beast shadow, saying in a deep voice, “My lord! Hogg-Nok will bring the prey to you at once!”
Aw Woo!
With a wolf howl, several figures of werewolves suddenly rush out from the darkness. The robust werewolf leader leaps, covering a distance of more than ten meters, charging towards the hillside ahead.
At this moment.
The other predators finally come to their senses, rushing towards the hillside.
Under the cold moonlight.
A nimble and tall figure is escaping in disarray. She has pointed ears, which signify her elven identity, and on her back is a silver longbow, while a delicate blade hangs at her waist, indicating that she is an accomplished ranger, skilled in both ranged and close combat. On her chest is a special emblem that resembles stars encircling, one of the symbols of the [Moonwalker].
She is a member of the Moonwalker serving Lady Silver Moon!
It is unknown why she would be lurking nearby, observing the bloody ritual held by the God of the Hunt—Mara.
…………… (To Be Continued ~^~)
