Journey to the witch world

"After being expelled from the tribe, I thought I would die."

"But I didn't expect that the fog that can pollute everything in the Black Mist Season did not take away my life, but instead strengthened my abilities, allowing me to not only communicate with the sharp-toothed wolf, but also control the more powerful Bra You gray wolf."

"And the price is what it is now."

As he spoke, Quint's rotten face showed a painful expression.

Enzo stroked his chin, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He already understood the general story of the matter. A poor species with awakened superpowers was expelled from the tribe during the Black Mist Season, but he did not die in the wasteland because of it. Instead, he became more powerful. the power of.

"No wonder, the evil aliens are called the minions of the God of Disaster."

Enzo murmured to himself, the luster in his eyes flashing. The main reason why the black fog season is called the most terrifying season is the terrible black fog that can pollute everything. After being polluted, everyone will lose themselves and fall into madness.

However, after Quint absorbed the black mist, he did not become crazy. Instead, he strengthened his abilities. This seemed to mean that the mist was a tonic for the evil aliens.

It just comes with a price!

"Why attack the Tatar tribe?" Enzo asked again after a while.

"Tatar tribe?"

Quint looked puzzled, shook his head and said, "I don't know which tribe you are. You just control the wolves and attack indiscriminately on the plains."

"What's the reason?" Enzo asked.

"No reason."

"No reason?" Enzo narrowed his eyes and his expression became dangerous.

"It's true!" Quint quickly explained, "I don't know why I did this. It's just that since I awakened my powers, a voice has been echoing in my mind, driving all my actions."

Enzo frowned slightly.

According to the detection of the chip, Quint's mood did not fluctuate when he answered himself, so it seemed to indicate that he was not lying.

"The inferior species that awakens supernatural powers are called evil spirits!" Enzo's eyes flashed as he thought, "The evil powers can be strengthened by the black mist, and the black mist represents the power of the God of Disaster! "

"In other words, the reason why the evil alien's abilities are strengthened is because it absorbs the power of the God of Disaster!"

"At the same time, after the evil aliens absorb the black mist, their behavior will also be affected by the God of Disaster..."

A strange look appeared on Enzo's face, and he murmured: "If all the inferences are reasonable, then this situation seems a bit familiar!"

God of disaster!

The blood-killing god!

The two gods born in the War Ghost World represent opposite sides. In the tens of thousands of years of the world's history, the two indigenous gods have been fighting secretly, always eager to get rid of each other and gain complete control of the world.

However, it is not that easy to do all this!

Both the Bloodkiller God and the Disaster God are indigenous gods born from the world. Although there is a difference in power between the two, it is not obvious. Even though the Bloodkiller God once defeated the Disaster God and supported the war effort, it is not obvious. The ghosts became the rulers of the world, but they still could not completely suppress each other.

It is precisely because of this that only two of the three seasons in the world are dominated by the God of Blood Killing. During the Black Mist Season, the entire land will fall under the control of the God of Disaster.

In order to strengthen his rule over the world, the Blood-killing God gave the War Ghost Clan a god-given stone tablet. Through the above training methods, the War Ghost Clan can master extraordinary power and at the same time let his own power affect them.

"It seems that the God of Disaster has also made the same choice as the God of Bloodkiller..." Enzo murmured.

The blood-killing god controls the War Ghost tribe with the cultivation methods given on the stone tablet.

The God of Disaster, through the power of the black mist, lures the War Ghosts into depravity and makes the evil aliens become his minions. In this way, he continues to increase his influence on the world.

"No matter the god of disaster or the god of blood-killing, the difference in strength is not enough to completely kill each other." Enzo stroked his chin and thought: "Therefore, these two indigenous gods shifted the battlefield to fight against the world. In terms of control, by controlling more extraordinary beings, we will continue to expand our influence!"

"It seems that it is somewhat similar to the behavior of gods competing for faith during the first era of the wizarding world..."

A look of realization appeared on Enzo's face.

At this moment, Quint, who was bound by shadows not far away, suddenly became ferocious in expression, and at the same time let out a terrifying roar.

The next moment, his body changed in vain.

The body bound by the shadow tentacles, large pieces of rotten flesh and blood fell off the skin, and a black mist full of strange aura emitted.

A trace of solemnity appeared on Enzo's face, and he took a few steps back slightly.

Ouch!

Immediately afterwards, a wolf howl came, and Quint transformed into a half-human, half-wolf monster, broke free from the shackles of the shadow tentacles, and rushed forward.

The influence of the werewolf Quint was ferocious. His body was covered with black hair, and underneath was rotten flesh. He waved his arms, and his sharp black claws were wrapped with black mist.

Stab!

With a thought in Enzo's mind, the shadow shield condensed, blocking the werewolf Quint's attack and making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

"Shadow Scythe!"

On the spot, with a thought in his mind, Enzo's shadow shield flashed and turned into a giant scythe, and then he swung it fiercely and cut off the head of the werewolf Quint.

Bang!

The head of the werewolf Quint rolled to the ground, and his rotten face looked extremely ferocious. It seemed that his original appearance was unrecognizable. His facial features were blurred together like rotten flesh, leaving only a pair of dark eyes.

The next moment, the head on the ground turned into a black mist, condensing into a ghost-like shadow in mid-air.

"The wizard's breath..."

The hoarse voice of the black mist ghost made Enzo feel a little familiar, as if lightning flashed across his mind in an instant.

"The God of Disaster!" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

"Infertile?"

The black mist ghost floated in the air, looking at Enzo below, and suddenly screamed, "No! That's not right! You are not a war ghost at all!"

Enzo took half a step back, a solemn look on his face.

"A breath that does not belong to this world! Who are you?" The God of Disaster was condescending, with a trace of majesty in his hoarse voice, and said solemnly, "I am the ruler of the world, the God of Disaster and Mist!"

"Mortals, no matter where you come from, kneel down for me!"

After saying that, a black mist rolled up on the dark plain, like a ghostly ghostland.

"snort!"

Enzo snorted coldly, and the Soul Bone Wand appeared in his hand. With a slight pause, the shadows on the ground immediately spread like a tide.

"It's just a projection? Do you dare to be so arrogant?"

The shadow formed an independent domain and dispersed the surrounding fog. With a thought, Enzo's shadow tentacles instantly bounced up and attacked the ghosts of the black fog not far away.

Stab!

The shadow tentacles pierced the black fog shadow, and the projection of the power of the God of Disaster collapsed, and the voice of despair suddenly came.

"Mortal! You actually blasphemed the gods!"

"Just wait, the power of the mist is about to envelope this world. I will make you pay the price and repent in endless fear..."

As the sound gradually faded, the aura of the God of Disaster completely dissipated, and the plains returned to calm under the night, leaving only a rotting, headless corpse lying on the ground.

Enzo put away his wand and leaned down.

"Absorbing the power of the God of Disaster, you gain extraordinary power, but as a mortal, you cannot withstand this power." Enzo glanced at Quint's headless body and muttered to himself.

By this time, the corpse had returned to its human form.

The gray hair of the werewolf faded away, leaving only the rotten and ulcerated skin, and the stench emanated, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"Chip, scan!" Enzo ordered in his mind.

The headless corpse was completely decomposed and could no longer maintain its shape. Under the chip scan, a series of information and data were displayed, making Enzo's face appear with a thoughtful expression.

"The muscle activity has completely disappeared, and it has been at least a year!" Enzo stroked his chin and muttered to himself: "This means that a year ago, Quint awakened his powers in the Gaussian tribe and became an evil being. After that, his body has lost its normal activity."

"In a sense, he was already a dead person at that time. He just relied on the power of the God of Disaster to maintain his body's movement!"

"However, although this power can allow Quint to act like a normal person, it will continue to affect him. If nothing happens, he will completely lose his will in half a year at most!"

Then Enzo shook his head.

"It's really a cookie-cutter approach. No matter the God of Blood Killing, the God of Disaster, or even the ancient gods from the First Era of the Wizarding World, they don't notice much about the way they treat mortals!"

"In order to gain the power of [faith], gods bestow their power on mortals, allowing believers to gain extraordinary power. However, the final outcome of this path will without exception make them lose themselves and become a part of their belief in gods."

Enzo stood up and looked out into the night.

"Now it seems that the ancestor of wizards is really a great being. He can establish the wizard system and civilization as a mortal god, and ultimately subvert the rule of gods. He is worthy of being the only being who has surpassed the seventh-level life form in the endless history of the multiverse. !”

A trace of emotion appeared on Enzo's face.

Then, he looked at the headless corpse on the ground. Although it had lost most of the power of the God of Disaster, there was still a small amount of energy left on the headless corpse.

The energy is almost negligible, but it can be retained as experimental material.

Enzo hesitated and collected the headless corpses on the ground.

Then, he had a thought in his mind.

Shadow crows in the sky looked down at the earth under the night cover, and on the endless black plain in the distance, groups of fire flickered.

That was the hunting party of the Tatar tribe.

After Enzo killed the werewolf Quint, the Brar gray wolves that originally attacked the camp fell down and turned into rotting flesh, while other sharp-toothed wolves fled in all directions because they lost their command.

call out!

Under the night, Drogo threw a bronze spear and nailed a sharp-toothed wolf to the ground. He was leading the blood warriors of the tribe to hunt the surrounding sharp-toothed wolves.

"No need to chase!"

At this time, Drogo suddenly stopped and looked at the sharp-toothed wolves that had fled away. He raised his hand to signal the blood warriors behind him to stop pursuing.

"Taka, how's the camp going?"

Then, Drogo turned around and asked a blood warrior whose chest was bitten by a sharp-toothed wolf.

"All those Brar gray wolves are dead."

Taka hesitated for a moment and said with an ugly face: "However, the situation is a bit strange. The group of Brar gray wolves were not killed by us, but all fell down in the moment just now."

"Moreover, the corpses of these Brar gray wolves emit a stinky smell, as if they have been rotting for a long time. They cannot be taken back to the tribe as prey!"

Drogo frowned slightly, his face as gloomy as water.

The harvest season is coming to an end, and the Tatar tribe's hunting team was supposed to return to the tribe, but tonight they were attacked by a pack of wolves, and the situation was full of weirdness.

Seeing that the Black Mist Season is coming, this is really not a good omen. Drogo made up his mind that when the hunting team returned to the tribe, he must hold a grand sacrificial ceremony to please the blood-killing god and let the tribe Get more power to protect the tribe.

Later, Drogo and others returned to the camp.

On the wasteland in the distance, Enzo's eyes flashed, cutting off the shadow crow's vision. He first looked around, then returned to the camp.

After a while, the members of the Tatar tribe's hunting team returned to the camp.

Due to the sudden attack by the wolves, the hunting team suffered a lot of losses. At least ten blood warriors were killed by the sharp-toothed wolves, and more than half of them were injured.

Drogo's face became even more ugly.

Such a loss is already a crippling injury to the Tatar tribe. If I had known, in the previous battle between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe in the savage forest hunting ground, only more than a dozen blood warriors were injured, and four blood warriors were injured. Die in battle.

This year’s harvest hunt didn’t go well.

"Fortunately, we hunted the fire-tusked mammoth at the beginning!" Drogo comforted himself in his heart. During the most serious time of the Tatar tribe's annual harvest hunting, there were no more than ten casualties. But this time, there were twenty. A blood warrior died, and almost all members of the hunting team were injured.

Fortunately, the prey this year was relatively abundant, including a fire-tusked mammoth as a tribute to the Gaussian tribe.

"Brother Drogo!"

At this time, Taka on the side spoke and asked in a low voice, "The injured tribesmen have been placed and the prey has been processed, but what about the corpses of the Brar gray wolves?"

"Gather together and light up the fire!"

Drogo said with a frown, sighing slightly in his heart. He had just inspected the corpses of the Brar gray wolves, and without exception they were all rotten and could not be brought back to the tribe as prey.

"Hope everything goes well next!"

Drogo prayed in his heart that he could lead his tribe back to the tribe smoothly. After all, tonight's wolf attack was full of weirdness and had caused heavy losses to the Tatar tribe hunting team. They must return to the tribe as soon as possible to prepare for the following black mist season.