The villain is invincible

Chapter 754 Live!live!
He fell to the ground, and the hyenas on the wilderness smelled the barbarians, and gradually began to gather towards the place where he fell.

He could clearly see pairs of dark green eyes lighting up around him.

But he still wanted to live in his heart, and even the last bit of fear disappeared.

"Save! Save!! Live!!!!"

The stern roar pierced through the wind of the wilderness, stirring up an inexplicable tide...

A cloud of black dust condensed on the ground where he crawled.

A ghostly voice sounded over the villain's head: "Pray to me sincerely, and water me with the most devout faith."

"Say my name, be my... witch..."

"I, the supreme, will fulfill your wish."

"My name is... Lord of Greed... Tun..."

The villain didn't hesitate at all, he trembled his lips, and made the loudest voice: "Tun... my Lord God..."

He really didn't have the strength to shout out the words that followed.

I can only cry silently in my heart: If you can save me, then so what if I sell my soul to you.

Yes, although the villains in this world were born in a down-and-out clan.

But when their ethnic groups still have habitats, every child must be reminded to believe in righteous gods and not to touch evil gods.

Once you believe in the evil god, it's not just a deviation of belief.

Those who serve the evil god as their master will not even have the day to escape their souls in the end.

Will be controlled by the evil god for a lifetime, without end.

So when this so-called Tun appeared in front of the villain, he knew the identity of the villain at a glance.

After all, the appearance of evil gods is often accompanied by disasters and wars, desires and unwillingness.

But the villain still read out the opponent's name without hesitation, and willingly became the opponent's witch.

As a child, he did not understand the meaning of witchcraft.

After all, there are no wizards in his group now.

The oldest member of the tribe told him that just three generations ago, there was a wizard in their tribe.

However, during a strong prayer for rain, the energy was exhausted, and finally the ethnic group also broke the inheritance.

Because of the beast head totems that their tribe believed in, none of them could be lit up.

Wizards have no way to use the power of the gods to sense their call, so they can only rely on the remaining divine power to pray to the heavens.

In the face of the huge force of nature, if an individual wants to borrow something, he has to pay too much.

And since the totem didn't respond to their tribe, the newborns who were born also lost the qualification to test the potential of wizards.

Not sure which kid will become a wizard in the future...

This makes it impossible for the people in the clan to start training even if they want to cultivate it.

They can't just teach a child the knowledge that has been passed down from generation to generation just because he is smarter.

In case it is a person with no qualifications... Wouldn't it be a waste of effort.

It's better to wait until the beast god's totem pole gives feedback again, and then seriously test it.

It can be guaranteed to be safe...and it can't waste the support of the ethnic group.

But all of this requires a big premise, which is to find a habitat for the ethnic group again.

As an abandoned and weak tribe, they are no longer qualified to live in the forest with fertile water and grass.

Without the blessing of the god Uji, there are no powerful wizards, and there are not even many groups of warriors...

Should not occupy such a rich resource.

They were kicked out without even a major conflict breaking out.

They dare not have any objection to the collective votes and demands of the surrounding clans, let alone have a dispute with the new clan that is about to take over their current residence.

The number of adult men in their group is really too small.

It would be nice to keep all your possessions and move them out with you.

If there is a war, not to mention that these properties cannot be preserved...

Even these current tribesmen will become slaves of other tribes.

Yes, the defeated clan will automatically be classified as a subordinate tribe of the defeated clan.

If they meet a powerful and benevolent patriarch, their clan can still form a group of their own, be regarded as a lower-level group, and receive certain blessings.

If you run into someone who is unreasonable, it's good to be treated as a slave.

I heard that some clans could not find food during the most difficult days, and would use these prisoners of war to meet the needs of the clan.

Rather than being at the mercy of others...seek a new hope.

Maybe they will find another good habitat... stay away from disputes, and try to survive...

This is actually pretty good.

For their peaceful and conscious choice, the tribes living around feel good, and naturally they will not embarrass them.

In this world where everyone is having a hard time...they don't have much compassion to worry about other clans' affairs.

Although this tribe has declined, it still has the pride of a big clan.

If they had wiped out their entire clan while crossing the wilderness...

That can only be blamed on their bad luck.

That's the case, how could a group that couldn't protect itself find a hidden wizard seedling.

Besides, so what if their ethnic group is discovered?

They can no longer support a qualified witch.

So, by chance, the villain and the evil god wandering in the wilderness just met.

The villain, who had reached a dead end, easily accepted his new identity.

An evil witch.

So now comes the problem.

He recognized this evil god as his master and offered his soul.

But an insubstantial monster like the Cthulhu...how could he bring him back from the brink of death?

The villain laughed after yelling the word 'swallow', he must die.

But what happened next made his soul tremble.

'Swallow' who got a response was very satisfied with this.

That grayish-yellow thick fog surrounded the hyena closest to the villain with a swish.

With the dazed breath of the coyote... Phew...

Whoosh... That gray mist penetrated the coyote's nostrils.

The villain, in a haze, saw the coyote's eyes turn from green to red... Its body instantly swelled twice compared to the wolf next to it.

In a roar like a monster...

The manipulated wolf actually launched an attack on its companion.

Who will win?
The villain is already unconscious...

In a daze, he felt his lips ticking, and something sticky dripped down.

He tried his best to lift his eyelids, and licked his chapped lips with his tongue.

Let yourself feel this long-lost nourishment.

Who would have imagined that this ticking thing, only rolled into the mouth, gave off a soaring fishy smell.

(End of this chapter)