Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1210 - 670: Sword Centipede

Gaven shook off the already dead Hunting Lord from his body and gestured to the War Ravager once again.

The War Ravager, still clutched by the persistent dead Hunting Lord, flew towards him, and the moment Gaven touched the War Ravager, a terrifying roar erupted, "Let go!"

In this roar, a horrifying mad will was fused, and all who heard this sound felt an uncontrollable surge of violence and madness spreading wildly within the depths of their hearts, seeing every creature before them as mortal enemies, wishing nothing less than to tear them to shreds.

Some were still struggling, trying hard to rid themselves of these bizarre thoughts and notions.

Others had already acted, lunging at the nearest creature, launching into the most frenzied attack.

Those who had been hesitant and struggling did not delay in fighting back; they could not stand idly by and be killed.

Suddenly, the scene plunged into extreme chaos.

Sound of Mad Sacrifice.

A group battle skill of the War Ravager.

Exceptionally useful for disrupting the order of battle, especially effective against Meira’s Followers who were mostly Evil Beastmen, easily dominated by the madness and bloodthirst in their hearts, now amplified to the extreme by this special ability, with very few able to withstand it with their willpower.

The remaining two Hunting Lords were among those few.

The two exchanged a glance, nodding involuntarily, and charged at Gaven from left and right.

The followers of Meira from different beast packs were not particularly friendly with each other, especially the Hunting Lords who had a strong competitive relationship. Although they would not hunt and kill each other, they did compete fiercely for Meira’s Followers.

Now they realized that on their own, they had no chance of defeating this Conqueror before them; they had to join forces.

Although the two had never cooperated before, their coordination was incredibly in sync, whether it be the rhythm of their attacks or the mastery of their attack range.

The attacks between them were a feint within a feint, each striving to create opportunities for the other.

Gaven dared not be careless, even with Damage Reduction of 25/∞, it was not foolproof. The True God Beast Claws in the hands of these Hunting Leaders had a chance to breakthrough Damage Reduction, an effect at the level of Law, which was the nemesis of such abilities.

Previously able to withstand the frenzied rend from one Hunting Leader, it was because of the extra life bonus brought about by Vampire’s Touch he bore; even so, he was nearly brought to critical health.

Having a relatively low Life Force was Gaven’s most significant liability at the moment, mitigated only by the substantial Damage Reduction of the Combat Armor; otherwise, he would have no chance of clashing head-on, and guerrilla warfare would be king.

As the two Hunting Lords committed to this hit-and-run tactic, Gaven found it difficult to deal with them for the moment. Despite their not-so-small stature, their Dexterity was not low.

The War Ravager, though powerful, was heavy, which meant it took too long to prepare an attack. By the time Gaven was ready to strike, the two Hunting Lords had already retreated far beyond the War Ravager’s range.

Since it was impossible to take down the two Hunting Lords in the shortest time, Gaven simply shifted tactics and began to trim the branches, targeting the ordinary followers of Meira, aiming to inflict as much damage as possible while they were under the control of the Mad Ritual Sound.

Against those followers of Meira caught in the grip, Gaven’s lethality could be considered absolute, regardless of whether they were Transcendents or not, a single hammer blow; Body Type and Strength were the true determinants of lethality.

"You dare!!"

"I’ll kill you!"

One of the Hunting Lords let out an enraged roar, no longer daring to carry on with their elusive tactics, and charged at Gaven from left and right again, attempting to hold him back.

Despite how the Hunting Lords started with a frenzied slaughter of their own upon their debut — in reality, it was but an intimidation tactic, they maintained excellent control; they mainly targeted beast kinds, especially those native beasts assimilated by the Divine Country Projection. They seldom hurt true followers of Meira unless they committed the foolish act of turning to flee, committing blasphemy against Meira.

As brutal as the followers of Meira were in their methods of preying on their game, they were relatively united internally, rarely harming each other, because they knew, in a world full of enemies, they were each other’s greatest support; only by uniting could they hunt larger prey.

And the Hunting Lords harbored a special affection for their lower brethren; not only were they their pack, but most were also their harem, their offspring — the basic community of Meira’s followers is called the pack, not merely in organizational structure but also in similar living habits. Most males had no right to mate or reproduce; only the most powerful Leader had this right, to ensure the superior genetics of the race.

This resulted in the expansion of Meira’s faith being very similar to that of the packs’; when the young males grew up, they either challenged the old Hunting Lords and became the new Leaders of the pack or left to establish their own packs elsewhere and gain their reproductive rights.

The likelihood of the former succeeding was exceedingly slim, after all, they weren’t true wild beasts, relying on more than mere physical strength; wisdom, Professional Levels, and such meant that the old were always wiser than the young. These young followers of Meira, having grown within the pack, how could they possibly challenge and succeed?