Chapter 72

Three were Overwatcher-type assassins.

Four were Black Moon Magic Instructor-type spellcasters.

And three.

Were Black Moon Priestess-type archers.

Among them—

The Black Moon Priestesses were the most peculiar.

They were completely different from the silver centaur race.

They did not use normal bows and arrows.

But magic bows and arrows.

In normal times.

They had no bows and arrows in their hands.

But in wartime—

They could directly condense the power of magic to form magic longbows.

The power was immense.

Kingsley and Pope, the two veteran powerhouses who had been epic-level for many years.

In terms of strength.

Were both a line weaker than the Black Moon Priestesses.

"Respected Chieftain Eluni."

High Priest Hog looked ahead at Eluni, who was standing quietly, and bowed with a smile.

"Chieftain Eluni, hello."

Deputy Priest Ret, Kingsley, and Pope hurriedly followed and bowed.

For a legendary powerhouse.

One naturally needed to show respect.

"High Priest."

Eluni returned the salute.

And nodded with a smile to Ret, Kingsley, and Pope.

Subsequently—

She looked at the little ones who were following behind Hog, looking around.

A faint look of doubt appeared on her face:

"High Priest, this is..."

"These are seeds with spellcasting talent that I have sought from various races in accordance with my Lord's divine decree."

"However..."

High Priest Hog shook his head gently, a wry smile on his face:

"Their talent is not very good."

"I understand."

Eluni nodded gently:

"Since it is my Lord's divine decree, my Black Moon Elf race will naturally do our utmost to help."

"Let them stay here for three months; it should be able to improve their spellcasting talent quite a bit."

Hog smiled and bowed:

"Thank you, Chieftain Eluni."

He also felt a little relieved in his heart.

Although.

He was the High Priest of the Thunder Cult.

But the Black Moon Elf race was too strong.

And their talent was also strong.

What's more.

The great deity had never said.

To let the Black Moon Elf race obey the orders of the Thunder Cult.

Therefore—

He came to Tranquil Village.

He could only discuss it.

If the other party didn't agree.

He could only stare blankly and couldn't do anything.

It was impossible.

For such a small matter, to report it to the great God of Thunder, right?

"Both you and I are saints of my Lord, no need for this."

Eluni shook her head.

Next—

These thirty-two spellcaster seeds of various races.

Built a few houses one kilometer away from Tranquil Village.

And settled down.

Tranquil Village.

Was all female elves.

Naturally, it was inconvenient for these youths of various races to live there.

In the hearts of all Black Moon Elves.

Their bodies and souls.

Belonged to the great deity.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Keep up!"

"You lowly half-orcs, hurry up!"

In the vast wilderness.

An army of massive scale was marching.

In the sky.

Four legendary bone dragons roared, casting large shadows.

The white bones made one feel cold from the bottom of their heart.

Beside them.

There were three Soul-Reaping Death Scythes holding huge scythes, riding nightmare beasts burning with hellfire.

They wore wide black robes, and their heads and faces could not be seen.

Only two faint ghost fires could be seen floating quietly in the black robes.

On the ground.

A small detachment of Terror Knights rode smaller nightmare beasts, walking in the jungle.

Each Terror Knight.

Exuded a terrifying undead aura, comparable to epic level.

Making those cruel and tyrannical dark elves in the rear stay far away.

Not to mention.

The large number of half-orcs driven by the dark elves.

Everyone's face was filled with fear.

Not only fear of the dark elves.

They were also terrified of the horrifying bone dragons and Soul-Reaping Scythes above their heads.

Undead creatures.

Have always been synonymous with terror.

Wherever they pass.

All living things perish.

No living creature would ever like to stay with the undead.

On the other side of the dark elves and orcs.

A large number of snake-men gathered.

Even while marching.

These snake-men would occasionally entwine with each other to engage in reproductive activities.

At the very front of the snake-men.

A snake-man priestess in colorful robes, holding a staff, wore a grave expression.

She had beautiful black hair, and her face was both innocent and alluring.

She was able to become a priestess of the God of Reproduction.

Besides her firm faith.

It naturally had to do with her stunning appearance.

"Followers of the Spider Goddess, there are actually bone dragons, Soul-Reaping Scythes, and Soul-Shocking Knights!"

She looked at the terrifying undead creatures above her head.

A stormy sea surged in her heart.

Too strong.

By comparison.

Their snake-man race was simply pathetic.

And in the distant Divine Realm.

The God of Reproduction was also full of shock:

"Four bone dragons! Three Soul-Reaping Scythes! Nine Soul-Shocking Knights!"

"How could the Spider Goddess Baosi be so strong!"

"A year ago."

"She only had one legendary bone dragon."

"How is it now..."

He muttered in disbelief.

In their Nine Shrines.

Baosi, relying on her follower with a legendary bone dragon.

Had always been the strongest.

But—

She was definitely not strong to this terrifying degree!

"With this strength, she could enter the top ten thousand in the God-Ascension Tower..."

"Maybe even the top five thousand..."

His expression was uncertain.

Thinking of the rumors he had heard.

That the Spider Goddess had latched onto an Undead True God.

Now it seemed.

This rumor was likely true.

"Are Undead True Gods all this generous and terrifying?"

"Giving away legendary-level followers just like that?"

But he still found it incredible.

As far as he knew.

Even for a True God.

Legendary-level followers were quite precious.

Which True God.

Would give away seven legendary-level followers at once?!

Unless.

That Undead True God was completely infatuated with the Spider Goddess Baosi!

But—

A demigod.

What ability.

Could make an Undead True God.

So infatuated?

This was simply impossible!

"However, with such formidable strength."

"The followers of that so-called God of Thunder will surely be easily trampled..."

His expression calmed down.

The stronger the Spider Goddess Baosi was.

The greater the benefits for him.

Their Nine Shrines.

Did not form alliances casually.

But had made oaths in the City of Gods.

Towards the City of Gods.

"A fourth-turn demigod can earn me quite a bit of divine power..."

A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He pulled over the saintess beside him.

And continued the grand plan of reproduction.

"It's a pity, lacking Nightmare Beasts, I cannot cultivate Demon Hunters."

"Legend has it."

"This profession is the nemesis of the demon race."

In the Divine Realm.

Li Li Li Yue looked at the Black Moon Elf Mother Tree, a hint of regret on his face.

Black Moon Priestess, Black Moon Archmage, Watcher, Demon Hunter.

Among these.

The Demon Hunter could be called the most terrifying profession.

They are the nemesis of the demon race.

Their own methods are also bizarre and unparalleled, making many high-level creatures fearful.

"I wonder where one can find Nightmare Beasts."

"These magical beasts from the hell and undead worlds are too rare."

Shaking his head.

He put this thought aside.