Chapter 17

He's afraid he's going to lose!

But now—

A cruel smile spread across his face.

With Fu Luli, this flying unit, here.

He can take his time slaughtering the enemy's believers clean!

This divine war.

He won!

"Flying dragon!"

Inside the Gwush Ancestral Shrine, within the Divine Realm, Li Yue exclaimed in surprise.

Although this was merely a Rank 3 Juvenile Stage flying dragon.

There is a world of difference between one that can fly and one that cannot.

If they were Rank 3 units on the ground.

Even if two of them came.

They would still be torn apart by the Gwush Orcs.

But a flying dragon—

Um... actually, it would still be torn apart...

The battlefield.

Elder Pope Huo Ge watched the black-scaled flying dragon dive down, shock in his eyes.

But more than that.

Was a bloodthirsty killing intent!

So what if it's a flying dragon!

It cannot defile the glory of my god!

"Bloodthirsty Technique!"

He suddenly waved his staff.

Immediately—

A strange wave of fluctuation enveloped all the Gwush Orcs.

In an instant.

The Gwush Orcs' eyes turned blood-red.

Their breathing became heavy and coarse, and their muscles swelled up all over their bodies.

A wild, terrifying aura emanated from them!

"Roar!"

Orc Yimen roared at the sky, his blood-red eyes staring fixedly at the black-scaled flying dragon.

Then he suddenly leaped up!

Behind him.

The other ten Gwush Orcs also roared and leaped up.

Holding their battle-axes high.

They swung down fiercely at that flying dragon!

"Roar!"

The flying dragon let out a piercing shriek.

Her abdomen.

Was split open by five or six huge gashes, blood gushing everywhere!

Even her wings.

Were almost chopped off directly!

The entire body of the flying dragon crashed heavily to the ground, dying.

Of course—

Including Orc Yimen, all the Gwush Orcs who had leaped up.

Were violently knocked flying, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

"Kill!"

Elder Pope Huo Ge roared.

The remaining Gwush Orcs roared, like adults versus children.

One axe swing after another.

They chopped all the Orcs of the Qihar Tribe flying away!

Blood flew into the air, limbs and severed arms were everywhere!

The Gwush Orcs who had been cast with the Bloodthirsty Technique were too frenzied.

Although not yet Rank 3.

They had almost all reached High Rank 2.

Strength and constitution, mostly around 2.2, were temporarily increased to above 2.7!

"It's over!"

The Shaman of the Qihar Tribe's hands and feet turned ice cold.

Defeated!

They are utterly defeated!

The glory of the gods has fallen into their hands!

"Die!"

Lei Guang erupted from the palm of Elder Huo Ge.

A bolt of Lei Ting, twisting like a long serpent, surged forth with a boom!

Instantly engulfing the shaman of the Qihar tribe!

In the divine war.

Believers above the rank of fanatic can only be slain.

Their faith has sunk deep into their souls; it cannot be changed.

If the gods order them to die, they do so without hesitation.

Only enemies of the rank of devout believer and below.

Are worth keeping alive.

Their faith can be changed.

If the gods order them to die, they will not obey.

In their hearts.

They themselves are more important than faith!

"Leave ten of them; watch them!"

Elder Huo Ge looked around at the blood-soaked scene.

And at the remaining enemies screaming and wailing, he said coldly.

Afterwards.

He led the remaining Gwush half-orcs.

Charging toward the Qihar tribe!

"We have lost!"

"Bloodthirsty Technique!"

"The opponent is not an ordinary demigod, but a First-Transcendence demigod!!"

Qihar's face turned deathly pale.

His divine body trembled slightly.

What fate awaits defeat?

Annihilation!