1211: Chapter 670: Sword Centipede_2 1211: Chapter 670: Sword Centipede_2 Unless he leaves the pack and grows elsewhere for a while, seizing better opportunities on the outside to quickly beco stronger, only then he might successfully challenge the old Hunting Lord when he returns.
However, when it actually reaches that point, the young males usually no longer do that.
By their own strength, they have achieved more glorious accomplishnts and obtained greater power or their own packs, so the original pack doesn’t appeal to them anymore.
Besides, it’s their maternal tribe, and as long as it doesn’t involve things like revenge dramas, even beasts wouldn’t easily take up arms against their own fathers.
This developnt pattern, which bears a strong sense of family, certainly makes the interior of Magla’s beast nests unusually united, with few traitors and more secret movents, but it also makes their growth exceedingly slow – often taking decades.
When a Hunting Lord loses all of ira’s Followers, his title becos nothing but nominal and the beast nest can no longer be referred to as such.
He will beco a lone wolf, needing to spend a considerable amount of ti to build a new beast nest, or to challenge other Hunting Lords to take their place.
However, the latter carries a high risk.
If the challenge fails, those challenged Hunting Lords have the right to initiate a supre hunt against him, and upon his death, he will directly enter ira’s God Kingdom.
However, he will not enter as a hunter, but rather as the hunted, subject to an endless chase – only when both prey and hunter exist can it truly be called a hunt.
Even in the God of the Hunt’s divine realm it is the sa.
Compared to hunting those weak and unresisting prey, isn’t hunting these prey transford from hunter souls more challenging?
Events such as a rabbit kicking an eagle to death or a stag ramming a wolf to death are commonplace in ira’s God Kingdom.
Once such a situation arise, enemy and ally identities instantly reverse.
The next ti they die, the prey will transform into the hunter’s race, and the hunter will beco a prey race unless they can prove their worthiness to be called hunters once again with strength.
Otherwise, no matter how many tis they die, they can only live as a prey race, trapped in an endless cycle of being hunted.
They co to hunt, not to be hunted.
But underestimating the enemy’s strength has caused the situation to uncontrollably slide towards the abyss where hunters beco the prey.
Even if they wanted to switch tactics, they would have to get past the current predicant.
If those still sane among them fled, the fate of those ira’s Followers trapped in madness is predictable—they simply cannot withstand the frenzied slaughter of this killing god.
Hiss hiss hiss!
The insane sound of slicing ca from behind, and Gaven just felt his back becoming numb, as if his bodily strength was greatly weakened and falling into paralysis.
Paralytic neurotoxin!
The attacker from behind not only possessed a strong toxic attack but also terrifying attack power that could cut through the protective layers of the combat armor.
The opponent’s attack speed was terrifyingly fast, on par with a Six-ard Snake Demon.
In just a few seconds, Gaven felt his back had been struck by a dozen strikes, each both swift and vicious.
If this combination of rapid strikes landed on an ordinary Legendary Warrior, even if it wasn’t enough to kill instantly, it would likely incapacitate them on the spot, leaving them at the rcy of others.
Unfortunately for them, Gaven is not an ordinary Legendary Warrior.
He is one of God’s Chosen, a spokesperson for the True Gods in the world of mortals.
Among his powers, granted by the Goddess of Strategy’s divine strength, are the abilities of the Chosen and Divine Grace, which includes various immunities beyond mortals, including toxins.
At first, Gaven thought this immunity covered all toxins, until he witnessed the poisonous arrows shot by Zehir Poison Fang, which even shadows and the Divine City could not completely resist, let alone a Chosen.
It can be said that nothing is absolute in this world, and everything has its hierarchy.
The immunity of the Chosen is only against mundane-level substances.
The invasive paralytic neurotoxin, although strong, belongs to the material toxins.
However, it wasn’t the Goddess of Strategy’s divine power that acted first; it was the Road Force from the Road of Destiny, linked to his Soul Consciousness, that responded more swiftly.
His own blood vessels were the best paths, and the surging Road Force instantly spread throughout every corner of Gaven’s body.
Borrowed strength is ultimately just that—borrowed.
Not only was its response not as fast, but it was also more susceptible to restrictions.
The projection of Magla’s God Kingdom could sever Gaven’s connection with Weizemay Manor, preventing him from drawing on the Shadow Power, but it couldn’t sever his connection with the Road of Destiny, nor could it obstruct the Road Force because it was born from himself, tightly bound to him.
This immune system’s counterattack wasn’t to be taken lightly; it happened in just a fraction of a second.
But it was long enough for the two Magla Hunting Lords, well-versed in close combat.
It was enough for them to close in on Gaven, one on each side, binding his Pillaging Destructive Arms.
After clashing for so long, both sides had a good understanding of each other’s capabilities.
This Conqueror’s own strength wasn’t particularly strong; his own arms were rely assistance.
His real combat power stemd from those two additional arms.
As long as they were restrained, his strength would be greatly reduced.
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