Chapter 2381 - 1060: Not Only Did the Chicken Get Away, but Lost the Rice Too

Pick the softest persimmons first.

This is a principle even frenzied demons understand.

Every step of the Jackalwere Queen was tightly calculated.

More accurately, from the start, Katherine and they prepared a dumpling for the Jackalwere King’s Divine Nature Incarnation by crafting this pickle.

The rousing bandit extermination campaign they initiated on the Felen Continent had limited impact on the Jackalwere King.

Not only because jackalweres are spread across the Multiverse, but also because Gaven initiated this war in the name of a lord, not a True God.

Having moved beyond the scope of Divine War, besides the souls of the jackalweres killed by Summon Slaughter Undead being dragged back to the Bottomless Abyss,

The souls of jackalweres slain by ordinary soldiers would follow a normal process.

Either they head to the Shadow Underworld, waiting for the corresponding Divine Envoy to fetch them.

Or they directly go to Yenogu’s Realm, typically seen with those Jackalwere Demon Priests or Abyssal Seeds like those before them, whose souls are already marked by the Bottomless Abyss, undoubtedly demon in nature.

In the Bottomless Abyss, they still pledge allegiance to the Jackalwere King, fighting for him.

But if they could seize the opportunity to annihilate the Divine Nature Incarnation of the Jackalwere King, it would be a different story.

Their numbers are relatively limited, with each Godhood able to create only one; the Jackalwere King has, at most, nine Divine Nature Incarnations.

Although such annihilation isn’t permanent, in the short term, it imposes a significant blow to the Jackalwere King, taking at least a year for him to forge a new one.

And this likewise means the collapse of Jackalwere faith on Felen.

Katherine and they could entirely use this as a pretense to announce to all jackalweres the death of their Race God, the Jackalwere King.

They don’t need full belief, only to plant a seed of doubt, shaking the faith.

The continuous bombardment against Blood Claw had already exhausted the Jackalwere Queen entirely, leaving no chance to evade the burning swirls of the Burning Flames Queen.

The blazing inferno enveloped her instantly, searing flames surged into her body through every orifice and pore.

The burning agony of the flesh caused the Jackalwere Queen to scream uncontrollably: "My king, save me... I am Yenogu’s favorite concubine... I am the queen of all jackalweres... My soul belongs only to my king... My Will is indomitable..."

It’s unclear whether it was the effect of the frantically stirred Berserk Divine Power or the power of autohypnosis.

The Jackalwere Queen surprisingly withstood the soul infusion attack from the Burning Flames Queen.

"You dare to touch my God’s Chosen... You are unforgivable!" The Jackalwere King roared madly, his rage peaking instantly, his eyes entirely suffused with blood; he angrily entered a second berserk state.

While losing more of his reason, he gained a larger body type and stronger strength.

It’s not because of any profound feelings with the Jackalwere Queen, but the provocative signal this event sent.

"Hit!"

A scene from an earlier combat reoccurred; Katherine’s Sword of Strategy was long ready for him.

The piercing strength combined perfectly with the Jackalwere King’s own charging force, effortlessly piercing through his chest.

The Jackalwere King broke through Katherine’s Strategy Divine Power net.

Yet when he fell into Katherine’s trap, he would drop into another Strategy Divine Power net she prepared with great care.

This combat style, filled with layer upon layer of traps, was the fatal nemesis of the Jackalwere King.

The more berserk he became, the more urgent he was to break through, making him more prone to falling into calculations, less able to break through.

This only led him to become more berserk, more irrational, incapable of making the correct response.

In this moment of delay, the other side already echoed the Jackalwere Queen’s wails of despair.

She faced not only the Burning Flames Queen alone; when she focused her attention opposing the Burning Flames Queen, it became Blood Claw’s opportunity.

The Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword suddenly changed its move, slashing down without retreating but instead along the double-headed flail, easily severing several fingers from the Jackalwere Queen’s right hand.

The grip posture severely deformed, opening a gap in the chest; Blood Claw, surrounded by the searing flames emitted by the burning flames of the Burning Flames Queen wrapped upon her, stepped forward swiftly, leaning the body forward, pressing more than half of its weight entirely on the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword.

The heavy slash descended upon the Jackalwere Queen’s neck, the sharp greatsword easily tearing through her fur, flesh, until halted by bone, emitting a crisp collision sound.

Half of the Jackalwere Queen’s neck was cleaved open by the sword, blood gushing like a fountain, reaching nearly ten meters — amidst her berserk state, both her blood flow speed and blood pressure were far above normal, making the severed artery particularly spectacular.

Under normal circumstances, such a lethal wound still wouldn’t suffice to claim the Jackalwere Queen’s life.

At their level, the tenacity of life force far exceeds common imagination, not to mention she is a God’s Chosen.

However, the issue is, she’s not facing just Blood Claw alone.

The flames enveloping her seeped into every nook and cranny, rushing wildly through the newly opened wound on her neck.

But this was merely a visual illusion; the soul infusion of the Burning Flames Queen was a confrontation on the level of soul will, the external display merely a facade.