Skambuhe National Master excitedly shouted: "With Buddha’s return, he will surely lead us back to Nirvana."
"Buddha’s return, back to Nirvana." The Killing Vajra Lamas excitedly chanted, their bodies radiating golden light, echoing distantly with Khan Yamun.
Those who were qualified to enter the Killing Vajra state did so instantly.
Suddenly, there were over a thousand Giants in the Tukan Army, having a transformative impact on the entire battlefield.
These Killing Vajras chanted Khan Yamun’s na as they unleashed slaughter.
They were doing the most brutal things in the world, yet had the most joyful smiles on their faces, radiating the most sacred light. Even those they killed had the sa eerie smiles, as if it were a blissful event.
This extre contrast sent chills down one’s spine.
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A similar situation occurred on Khan Yamun’s thigh, but flying to protect him was his Archbishop Umranth.
Compared to the scheming Skambuhe National Master, this first Archbishop of the Lord of Murder was much more straightforward, at least showing no intention of ddling with Khan Yamun’s thigh.
Instead, he guarded him cautiously while loudly reciting the doctrine of the God of Murder—Bal’s doctrine.
It seed countless voices responded to Umranth. These ominous voices inevitably invoked an image—cultists hidden in the darkness, surrounding an evil altar, chanting eerie prayers in unison.
The Souls of Slaughter entwined around Khan Yamun’s thigh drilled into it, using it as a center to begin reshaping.
The reshaping speed was not slower but faster compared to the other side.
When the Buddhic, majestic Khan Yamun appeared before the world.
On Umranth’s side also appeared one, but compared to the previous one, this one’s skin was as pale as a corpse, with disheveled hair. Although still resembling Khan Yamun, a massive scar appeared where the right eye was, as if pierced by soone. The aura emanating from it was icy cold, perfectly matching the aura about him.
Anyone familiar with the God of Murder Bal, upon seeing his current appearance, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Bal has returned."
Umranth did not compete with the Skambuhe National Master for the main fragnt’s head but guarded a thigh instead, clearly having his own plans.
Although previously he forcibly linked Khan Yamun and the forr God of Murder Bal together, Khan Yamun had his own Will.
His own will was not troubleso, easily destroyed, but if he were a nation’s ruler, the object of countless Tukan people’s loyalty, it would be troubleso.
They were loyal and followed Yan, not the God of Murder Bal, which would enhance Khan Yamun’s consciousness.
This caused a severe dislocation during their fusion, with actions inclined toward Khan Yamun rather than Bal.
Now that Khan Yamun’s Will stayed with the main fragnt, this fragnt, although relatively weak, could naturally manifest Bal’s form according to its own will.
"Two Khan Yamuns!"
Witnessing this scene, everyone was stunned.
Especially those Tukan people, suddenly not knowing to whom they should pledge allegiance.
Although the two had vastly different auras, they both grew from fragnts of Khan Yamun’s flesh; this was indisputable.
Luckily, this dilemma did not last long.
The Khan Yamun guarded by Umranth, newly ford, nodded to him and said, "You’ve done well. From now on, you shall be my God’s Chosen."
Imdiately with a wave, the remaining Souls of Slaughter turned directly into the purest soul energy, all infused into Umranth’s body.
This first Archbishop imdiately proved his na true, his body radiating the unique splendor of Divine Nature.
Now Khan Yamun, no, it was Bal, no longer needed these Souls of Slaughter for support.
Because he was no longer seizing Divine Right but openly reclaiming what was his, even at the Demigod Stage, his understanding and control over the Power of Slaughter were beyond comparison to Khan Yamun.
"Thank you for your rcy, my Lord. I will exert myself to restore your past glory." Umranth spoke with undisguised excitent.
This was precisely what he dread of.
And this was rely the beginning; if the Lord of Murder restored Strong Divine Power, elevating himself to a Deity would not be a difficult task.
"Let’s go." Bal didn’t even cast a glance at the Tukan Army below, simply leaving with Umranth.
In his eyes, this Tukan Army was just a burden.
The path Khan Yamun had taken before was extrely foolish as well.
His main Divine Position was Murder, with Slaughter rely incidental.
Even at his peak, he dared not indulge in rampant slaughter but only dared to engage in murders secretly, secretly developing believers, even seeking shelter under the Tyrant God Bane’s wing at one point.
Those hypocritical Deities of Felen would never easily allow him to re-enter the ranks of gods.
He must lurk again, secretly develop believers, and wait for the right opportunity to stage a coback.
As Khan Yamun and Umranth teleported away, the cultists who had joined the Tukan Army with Umranth previously also swiftly slipped away, soon disappearing completely.
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