The Yenogu’s Siege, as the key to activating the Howling Peaks Territory’s transmission array, was enveloped by teleportation forces from inside out.
Here, although it was impossible to teleport large armies, small-scale matters related to oneself could be teleported freely.
Once they were all sent away, the fierce eyes of the King of the Jackalweres flickered for a mont before he appeared to make a decisive decision, and once again activated the teleportation ability of the Yenogu’s Siege. An incomparably vast teleportation ability surged out.
But this ti, it wasn’t the transmission array that lit up, but the throne at the very top.
Moreover, the teleportation wasn’t completed instantly; countless crimson beams converged.
Awooooo...
Beings who witnessed this light involuntarily fell into a wild howl, followed by a high bulging of muscles all over their bodies and bloodshot eyes.
If it were just the Jackalweres, it would have been fine, but even the Ghouls exhibited this state.
That was sowhat unimaginable.
Berserk belongs to a type of emotional magic, by arousing one’s own emotions to resonate with the surrounding magical forces.
What’s most famous about the Undead is that they have no emotions at all.
There are Undead who aren’t dominated by slaughter and berserk, but that is mostly due to a combination of their own emotional fragnts and negative energy, instead of a force like the Jackalweres or Barbarians.
Moreover, this state of frenzy is exceedingly abnormal, akin to a plague, with a horrifying infectious nature.
It spreads and propagates centered around the throne, moving in all directions.
Not only Jackalweres and Ghouls fell into a Berserk state, but even the slaves pulling the Yenogu’s Siege, one by one, as if having injected with adrenaline, shrugged off their usual inertia, similarly fired up and fervent.
However, any ability doesn’t co out of thin air; it requires a price to be paid.
Especially for these slaves whose bodies have long been drained, there was no extra strength and sustenance in them to fuel this; rely external forces were insufficient. The only thing they could burn was their soul.
Those souls robust enough could sustain for a while, but those whose souls had been weak from unknown durations of extraction couldn’t last a few minutes before burning out, completely dissipating into the Yenogu’s Realm, turning into its purest soul energy.
Awooo...
The last howl from those dissipating souls wasn’t of fear but of excitent and relief.
For them, it was one of the few thods to escape the sea of suffering from enslavent.
They no longer hoped to leave whole-souled, soul dissipation was the best liberation thod.
As the scale of berserk expanded continuously, the figure on the throne gathered faster and faster.
It was a Jackalwere, one with Titan Size, the throne beneath it seed tailor-made, fitting perfectly.
The divine radiance emanating from him was too intense to behold directly.
He was the incarnation of berserk.
Not only did all creatures that looked at him uncontrollably fall into a Berserk state, but even the Elental Laws around him seed to boil, plunging into an uncontrolled frenzy.
Undoubtedly, he was the true form of the King of the Jackalweres.
The King of the Jackalweres, when summoned back, was clearly still in combat mode, holding a stunning Succubus in one hand, who similarly fell uncontrollably into a Berserk state. While struggling and resisting, she cursed: "You brainless beast... let go... I’m a warrior of the Queen of the Succubi, killing , she won’t let you off..."
The Werewolf King turned a deaf ear to her threats, showing no gallant deanor, opening his mouth and throwing her into a terrifying maw, chewing her up like eating jellybeans, crunch, crunch.
The Succubus could only let out a single wretched scream before going completely silent.
The King of the Jackalweres extended his blood-glow-filled tongue, licking his own lips and nose, discontentedly grunted: "Don’t ntion you’re just a warrior of the Queen of the Succubi, even if the Queen of the Succubi was here, I would eat nonetheless... only a pity, your queen is a coward, doesn’t dare face ..."
A single Succubus only sufficed to fill the gap between his teeth, far from satisfying his ravenous appetite.
The fierce gaze of the King of the Jackalweres rested on his own Divine Nature Incarnation, angrily roaring: "Give a reason not to reshape you!"
Clearly, he was very unhappy with being summoned back from the battlefield so directly.
He earned the nickna of the bloodthirsty Beast because his longing for blood and slaughter was deeply ingrained into his bones.
Unlike most Demon Lords, he didn’t enjoy dispatching his Divine Nature Incarnation to the frontline but allowed his authorized Divine Nature Incarnation to preside over the Yenogu’s Siege.
While he himself disguised as a Divine Nature Incarnation fighting at the frontline.
This not only let him taste the deliciousness that slaughter and blood brought but also achieved the elent of surprise.
Because his enemies couldn’t understand, whether they faced the true form of the King of the Jackalweres or rely one of his Divine Nature Incarnations.
The strength disparity between the two was considerable; a misjudgnt could very well lead to disastrous consequences.
The Divine Nature Incarnation, who assud the divine authority, fearlessly responded: "To deal with that invader, I have already permitted the Ghoul King to release his true form to spearhead. However, this character is unreliable; his true form must personally preside to ensure he harbors no double intentions!"
The King of the Jackalweres was inherently unruly, his Divine Nature Incarnation naturally perfectly inherited his character.
Especially this one before him, not only was it the most powerful among many Divine Nature Incarnations but also the most unruly one.
Even when facing the true form, it acted with an air of authority, as if it were the true master.
This had much to do with it being long in the leading position, acting as the true form of the King of the Jackalweres.
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