Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1205 - 668: Divine Country Projection_2

When Gaven activated his full speed and burst forth from the dense forest, launching into a frenzied storm of slaughter in front of the Hunters, many of them were too stunned to react.

Boom!

The roaring of Death Roar erupted first, a werewolf’s massive head instantly turned into a smashed watermelon, with white brain matter and red blood mixing, splattering everywhere.

Bang!

The Crown Shield was no longer just a defensive tool but a special weapon thrown directly, with its sharp serrated edges fully extended. Fueled by terrifying strength, it became a cutting gear, slicing through one werewolf who couldn’t withstand it, chopping off half of its body. That wasn’t the end; it also left a horrific rending wound on a brown bear behind it, embedding deeply into a thick ancient tree.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The most terrifying in lethality were the Pillaging Destructive Arms of the War Marauder, swinging around wildly, it acted like an unreasonable reaper of lives. Not only those flesh and bodies but also trees, as long as they were not thicker than a bowl’s rim, couldn’t withstand its berserk sweep, all breaking apart.

It was a good thing it was in a dense forest, even though possessing the Special Ability of Forest Stride was beneficial, the colossal size of the weapon made maneuvering cumbersome, forcing avoidance of the large trees.

If it were an open plain, Gaven only needed to jump into the battlefield and crazily spin holding the handle of the War Marauder, he would transform into the Death Whirlwind of the battlefield, wherever the hammer swung, death would follow, ordinary flesh and bodies simply couldn’t withstand the blows of such a massive hammer.

"Ah, Divine Artifacts, his weapon, his armor, those extra arms, all are Divine Artifacts... Ah... Our attacks simply can’t penetrate his armor, this prey is too tough, with just our teeth, we absolutely can’t bite through... Ah..."

"This prey is tough to chew, let’s first take down the other one, that Princess is a War Mage, her casting ability has been completely sealed, catch her, tear her apart, sacrifice her to our great Lord of All Beasts, he will be able to bestow greater strength, personally tear apart this prey and personally relish the process of hunting him..."

"Ah... Isn’t she a War Mage? How can she have such terrifying strength?"

"Be careful, there’s something strange about her armor, the strength she possesses is comparable to that of a Legendary Warrior."

"Retreat, retreat, retreat, we can’t fight head-on, we are Hunters, not to be slaughtered like prey..."

The Meira’s Followers were utterly shocked by Gaven’s terrifying slaughter speed, uncontrollable fear rising in their crimson eyes.

They indeed revel in the sensation of brain matter and blood flying, savoring the mixed scent of fear which feels like the most expensive cocktail, irresistibly intoxicating.

But there is a prerequisite, the fresh blood and brain matter flying around, spreading fear, are those of their hunted prey, not them.

These Meira’s Followers are primarily werewolves, the most famous and numerous Beastmen of Felen, many remote villages have tales of the Moonlit Werewolf’s hunts, occasionally there are a few victims, and some of the survivors often during the full moon nights uncontrollably go berserk, transform into half-human half-wolf beasts, recklessly releasing their beastly nature, and their closest loved ones usually become the first victims.

If these victims are not completely killed, they are very likely to be infected with Lycanthropy. If unable to resist this disease’s transformation, controlling that beastly impulse and rage, they might transform into new humanoid beasts. Once they gnaw on their first taste of fellow flesh and blood, they can hardly forget that flavor, unable to escape this enticement, especially during full moon nights, uncontrollably transforming, initiating a frenzied hunt on sentient beings, with this symptom being most severe among werewolves.

The most troublesome among Beastmen is this Lycanthropy, which possesses the ability to transform ordinary people into Beastmen, an ancient curse whose origins are unknown, countless civilizations have fallen into self-destructive slaughter because of this curse.

This also led to the classification of Beastmen into Innate and Acquired types.

Acquired Beastmen refer to ordinary humans transformed into Beastmen after contracting Lycanthropy, and it isn’t particularly difficult for them to rid of the Beast Curse; they just need to find an appropriate Spellcaster to cast a Third Level Spell to remove the curse, and most medium to small towns could find a caster of this level.

The trouble comes with Innate Beastmen who are born from at least one parent who is a Beastman, inherently possessing beastly abilities. To rid themselves of the Beast Curse, it would require a Nine Rings Wish Spell.

However, not all Beastmen proactively seek out methods to cure Lycanthropy, quite the contrary, many evildoers even willingly embrace infection, not merely for power but more so to relish the thrill of slaughter, to better enjoy the sensation of hunting.

In this regard, Meira’s Followers and Evil Beastmen are a perfect match, which leads to a high proportion of Evil Beastmen among Meira’s Followers. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓