Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Go Eliminate the Priest

Galos seemed to transform into a burning meteor, a comet, carrying a terrifying power that struck fear into the hearts of the Jackal-Wolf Folk, descending from the sky and landing on a large empty space within their territory.

Boom!!!

The earth shook and the mountains trembled.

The entire Wailing Cliff trembled violently, rocks crumbled and dust clouds billowed, a thick shockwave carrying moisture spread in a circular pattern, the nearest wooden sheds were blown away like paper, the Jackal-Wolf Folk were overturned by the blast, and the Bloodtooth Commander had to dig his claws deep into the ground to stabilize himself.

When the dust settled, Galos slowly straightened his body.

At the edge of the crater beneath him, lay dozens of Jackal-Wolf Folk knocked unconscious by the shock.

The explosive scales on his body absorbed the kinetic energy of the fall and turned red-hot, the high temperature evaporated the drizzling rain, forming dense white smoke curling around him.

Although the meaning of the red-hot Dragon Scale was unclear.

All the Jackal-Wolf Folk were instinctively aware of the danger, sensing the breath of death.

The target landed as they wished.

Should they fight?

The Bloodtooth Commander was silent for a second, then suddenly burst into action.

——But not to attack.

He performed a standard full-body bow to Galos, his forehead hitting the ground heavily, his face filled with flattery, his tail behind him wagging wildly, unable to control his awe and adoration: “Oh Great Dragon Lord! The Red Eye Clan wishes to pledge lifelong allegiance to you!”

This time, it was sincere and heartfelt.

Galos’s form is deceptive; had he not displayed his power, the Jackal-Wolf Clan might have regarded him as a slightly stronger young dragon to hunt, but he was far from just a bit stronger than ordinary young dragons.

Now.

Having witnessed Galos’s might, the Jackal-Wolf Folk’s fervor to follow the Dragon Race was ignited, and their previous underhanded thoughts vanished, deeply overwhelmed by Galos.

“Stand up.”

Galos said.

As the Bloodtooth Commander and the other kneeling Jackal-Wolf Folk stood up, Galos spoke unhurriedly: “Not all creature tribes can become the clans of dragons, you need to show me your value to earn the right to pledge allegiance to me.”

Having seen Galos’s strength.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk was filled with a desire to worship and follow, wishing to rush over and lick Galos’s claws.

Except for the priests.

Afraid that Galos would change his mind, disdain the Red Eye Clan, the Bloodtooth Commander hurriedly said: “Please instruct us, what must the Red Eye Clan do to satisfy you?”

Galos narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in reply: “Jackal-Wolf Folk, do you believe in the Divine Spirit? Tell me your real thoughts!”

The Bloodtooth Commander’s ears trembled slightly in the rain, his Adam’s apple rolled, then he glanced at the priests out of the corner of his eye.

The Red Eye Clan believes in the Divine Spirit.

——He wanted to reply, but hesitated on the words.

The Bloodtooth Commander glanced again at the two members of the Jackal Wolf Guard.

They were once the fiercest warriors in the clan, but now they had become desireless puppets, not even engaging in the mating cherished by other Jackal-Wolf Folk!

Rotting Claw called this a ’blessing’.

But Bloodtooth had seen the ritual process—fifty Jackal-Wolf Folk were locked in an iron cage, tearing at each other, only the last two alive would receive the black blood infusion, gaining the blessing.

Last year, during the great drought in the wilderness.

The Red Eye Clan sacrificed thirty percent of their game, praying for the Divine Spirit to bring rain, but to no avail.

The priests said the Divine Spirit needs more sincerity.

But this would starve more tribe members, leading the clan towards doom.

The Bloodtooth Commander’s nature is brutal, not a kind creature, he has no compassion for ordinary tribe members, but as the clan leader, he values the survival of the clan greatly.

The losses from sacrifices to the Divine Spirit have long exceeded the benefits gained, gradually dragging the Red Eye Clan down.

Bloodtooth not only disbelieves, but even harbors some hatred towards the Divine Spirit.

More accurately, it’s not hatred of the Divine Spirit itself—how could a mud-legged being from the wilderness dare to hate the exalted Divine Spirit?

What he hates, is the humiliation of being deceived, of being ignored.

Yenogu has never truly protected the Red Eye Clan, Rotting Claw’s spells always cost more than they gain.

But the dragon before him is different.

His strength is self-evident.

After a few silent thoughts.

The Bloodtooth Commander lowered his head and replied to Galos: “Reporting to the Dragon Lord, the Red Eye Clan believes in the Divine Spirit, but this belief is like the loyalty of vultures to carrion, only existing when needed.”

“Now with your arrival, belief has become the past, the loyalty of the Red Eye Clan will belong to you.”

This loyalty remains as ’the loyalty of vultures to carrion’.

The nature of wicked beings is just like this.

But what can be guaranteed is that as long as Galos remains strong, not weaker than now, the Jackal-Wolf Folk will obey him without question.

And for dragons, this is a simple task.

Dragons will grow stronger as long as they don’t die.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk’s fervor for following dragons, the Jackal-Wolf Clan is practically the standard for dragons, primarily for this reason.

Only creatures like dragons can bear their ’loyalty’, and aside from dragons, few other powerful creatures are willing to accept Jackal-Wolf Folk as their clan.

“Hodgson!”

Rotting Claw Priest’s eyes turned sinister, he said in a cold voice: “This is disrespectful! Retract your statement! The belief and loyalty of the Red Eye Clan can exist simultaneously! As subjects of the Jackal-Wolf God, you can never abandon your belief.”

Hodgson is the name of the Bloodtooth Commander.

Names like Hogg, Hawke are common among the Jackal-Wolf species.

On the other side.

The Bloodtooth Commander did not respond to the priest’s words.

In his heart, Galos weighed heavier, his thoughts more important than the priest’s.

“Very well.”

The Bloodtooth Commander heard the Dragon Lord’s soft voice, causing him to rejoice.

Galos glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the rain-drenched Wailing Cliff, passing over the numerous wet Jackal-Wolf Folk, and said: “My subordinates are not allowed to have any Divine Spirit followers among them.”

Ordinary Jackal-Wolf Folk were confused and did not react.

Their minds couldn’t hold too many thoughts, mainly thinking about what to eat today, who to mate with today, what to eat tomorrow, who to mate with tomorrow, they drift with the tide, belief was just a slogan shouted with the Commander or the priest, they did not understand the meaning of Divine Spirit followers.

But Rotting Claw Priest understood.

When it came to his own belief, the anger in his red eyes flared, his fur almost bristling.

“The Red Eye Clan will not pledge allegiance to a dragon who desecrates the Jackal-Wolf Folk’s belief!”

He replied firmly, with resolute words.

Galos didn’t mind, he directly said to the Bloodtooth Commander: “You, go kill him, prove your bravery, your loyalty and determination to me.”

The Bloodtooth Commander widened his eyes, looked towards the priest.

Professions such as shamans and priests in the monster races of the wilderness were often held by elderly, wise figures, Rotting Claw Priest was older than the Bloodtooth Commander, almost watched him grow up.

Bloodtooth has always been wary of him, even after becoming a Commander, he didn’t dare to be too arrogant towards the priest.

But now, he had Galos backing him, the situation was completely different.

His evil rose from his heart!

The Bloodtooth Commander suddenly raised his head, and the rumbling roar from his throat exploded like thunder.

“For the Dragon Lord!!!”

Hunting Group Dominance!

A streak of bloody aura erupted from beneath his feet, instantly enveloping the surrounding Werewolf Warriors.

Their muscles bulged like inflating, filled with tar and oil, raising their fur high, their fangs extended an inch longer, their pupils shrank into needle-point-sized red dots.

This was the commander’s trump card battle technique.

Originally meant as a countermeasure against Bone-Chewing Ogres, now it was wielded against the former symbol of belief.

The Commander held higher prestige among clan members, especially warriors, than the priest.

Under the influence of his Command Aura, the elite Werewolf Warriors didn’t hesitate, weapons and claws all pointed at the Rotting Claw Priest, roaring, launching an attack against him.

While the Bloodtooth Commander stayed in the rear, kept the warriors protected in front, he didn’t act rashly.

Galos noticed this, casting a glance at him.

The Bloodtooth Commander fawningly smiled, and eloquently said: “Oh Great Dragon Lord, my strength lies in commanding warriors rather than personally entering battle, please understand.”

“The warriors are akin to my limbs, my weapons.”

After a pause, seemingly afraid that Galos would scorn him for being cowardly, the Bloodtooth Commander puffed out his chest, added another sentence, and said: “But if you command, I will definitely charge to the front!”

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