"You despicable devil!" The King of the Jackalweres stomped his feet in anger. He had never encountered such a shaless and vile enemy.
This was one of the few chosen ones he had ticulously nurtured for countless years, surpassing level thirty in professional rank. The extent of his favor was evident from appointing him as his Summoned Chosen.
The King of the Jackalweres imdiately ceased the extraction of his berserk divine power, instead using it as a rope to bind the soul of the Jackalwere Chosen, pulling it back desperately while fiercely asserting his sovereignty, "I am the god of the Jackalweres, all Jackalweres are born of , and upon death, their souls belong to entirely. Return to !"
"Everything in the world enters the cycle of death and reincarnation, subject to judgnt, to ascend to heaven or descend into hell. Your soul is filled with endless slaughter and sin, and today I pronounce you as an Undead Slayer! To serve slaughter in an undying manner!"
Gaven was no novice either. He similarly asserted his sovereignty, this sovereignty being in godhood clergy terms.
This primarily emphasized the scope of his power invocation. Upon completing the oath in the na of godhood clergy, they established connections with all related matters surrounding them, which would continuously provide support of faith, assisting them in this special clerical warfare.
Ultimately, it depended on who had a higher priority, whose domain was larger, had more followers, and who could muster more divine nature force in a short ti.
It was like a tug-of-war between them, competing across the air.
In terms of territory and followers, the King of the Jackalweres certainly held the absolute advantage.
He was, without a doubt, a seasoned Demon Lord, also the god of the Jackalwere race, with a sphere of influence not limited to Yenogu’s Realm, nor even to the Toril Plane. Wherever there are Jackalweres, there might be his followers.
This was not absolute, just as so humans do not worship the god of humans. Jackalweres may not necessarily worship their racial god, depending entirely on their developnt.
He had long failed to develop due to his berserk, bloodthirsty nature. Whenever his territory grew to a certain extent, he would choose to wage war against his archenemies, leading to massive consumption.
Influenced by his nature, those Jackalwere followers also beca berserk and bloodthirsty, undeniably enemies of civilization.
In completely untad regions, they might still grow and thrive.
When civilization rises, they would undoubtedly be the first to be eradicated.
However, in terms of the cohesion of faith, the King of the Jackalweres could not compare to Gaven, for he had absolute control over the undead slaughter divine power.
This was both due to the unique nature of this divine power and because Gaven’s control over it was unorthodox and closely related.
Since he didn’t rely on it for divine enthronent, external forces had to be one hundred percent controlled.
Therefore, the speed of mustering power was far beyond what the King of the Jackalweres could match.
For a mont, the two sides were at a stalemate.
Neither could do anything to the other in a short ti.
In the long run, the King of the Jackalweres had a greater chance of winning, as his heft was there, with endless support.
Gaven squinted his eyes, a plan forming in his mind, as his right hand emitted a dazzling light of destroying evil, pressing directly towards the soul of the Jackalwere Chosen.
Since it was impossible to seize the soul by conventional ans, he would completely destroy this trophy and extract its essence.
After all, this trophy was not produced by himself. As long as it wasn’t recovered by the King of the Jackalweres, he would count it as a victory.
"Father God..." The Chosen Jackalwere uttered a howl of desperate helplessness.
The two terrifying divine powers used his soul as a battlefield, tornting him. He had the illusion of his soul being torn apart but was powerless.
Once the power of destroying evil was infused into his soul, it imdiately ignited in a fierce blaze.
It was also a soul fla.
While destroying evil and the Burning Flas Queen’s soul-infused burning shared differences.
The Burning Flas Queen was purely virulent, a true burning in every sense.
Destroying evil, in contrast, was forced repentance, using the evil in the soul as fuel, gathering the forces of justice and goodness to burn completely. It was much like judgnt, enforcing confession and punishnt for sins, having no effect on pure and good souls.
Only this sin-acknowledging technique had a coercive effect.
The more evil the soul, the more effective this technique.
To beco a chosen one of the King of the Jackalweres naturally approached him in all aspects, murderous and greedy being requisite traits, their hands inevitably stained with the blood of countless innocents.
At this mont, all were judged and reckoned with against them.
"What is this power? Judgnt? Purification? How can you, with mastery of undead and slaughter powers, also wield such pure forces of order and goodness?" The King of the Jackalweres howled in disbelief.
He imdiately withdrew his berserk divine power from the Jackalwere Chosen, for he clearly sensed that if he didn’t do so urgently, these forces of order and goodness would ignite and purify the berserk divine power, possibly spreading to himself, igniting consequences.
Undead and slaughter!
Order and goodness!
These were completely two opposing forces that would never relent, completely irreconcilable. How could they now exist in one person?
This was an incredible phenonon.
"What terrifying power! What is his true origin?"
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