Chapter 84: Chapter 84: The ’Blessing’ of the Divine Spirit

The Commander’s skills mainly lie in strengthening his warriors, and he doesn’t like to personally face danger on the battlefield, even though he himself is far stronger than ordinary warriors.

That, however, is understandable.

Although there may be suspicions of cowardice, the role he plays from the rear is indeed more significant than directly going forward.

At the same time

Faced with a group of charging Jackal Wolfman Warriors, the Rotting Claw Priest’s face showed a look of shock and anger, and he heavily pounded his Bone Staff on the ground.

“Betrayers of the Divine Spirit shall suffer eternal sores!”

Black blood seeped from its seven orifices, transforming into numerous Curse Brands that fell upon the bodies of the Jackal Wolfman Warriors, causing their fur to fall off and their bodies to break out in one boil after another.

But these berserk warriors were not afraid of pain; weakness could not stop their steps.

They surged forward like a tide.

The first Jackal Wolfman to pounce touched the hem of the Rotting Claw Priest’s robe, directly reaching to bite the priest’s neck, only to have its neck grabbed and snapped by the Jackal Wolf Guard at an even faster speed.

More claws followed one after another, but in a short time, they still could not break through the Jackal Wolf Guard’s defense.

The two Jackal Wolf Guards were the bravest of warriors in their previous lives, further strengthened by rituals, making them even more powerful.

Once entering combat mode, their bodies also swelled, reaching a full height of three meters, taller and more ferocious than the berserk Jackal Wolfman Warriors charged by the Commander.

The Jackal Wolf Guards were taciturn, repelling their attacking kinsmen one by one.

The sharp blades and claws that fell on their bodies tore at fur and skin, leaving blood marks, but healed and regenerated almost instantly. They stood like two unstoppable monsters against the berserk wave of Jackal Wolfmen.

The Priest, under the protection of the Jackal Wolf Guards, fought while retreating, swinging his Bone Staff, quickly chanting prayers, brewing magic.

Whizz! Whizz!

Two Dragon Scales spun through the air like arrows, accurately landing on the Jackal Wolf Guards. The explosive Fiery Flame from them blasted the guards apart, also interrupting the magic the Priest was brewing.

Taking this opportunity.

The berserk Jackal Wolfman Warriors surged forward as one, surrounding the Priest and tearing him to pieces with chaotic strikes and claws.

The physically frail Priest, having lost his guards and being engaged in close combat, held little power to resist. His final prayers to the Divine Spirit went unanswered, offering no protection.

Galos watched this scene quietly.

The perception of the Divine Spirit is cast across countless worlds and cannot cover everything.

Unless it is a very important high-level sacrifice, otherwise they would not care too much nor carefully investigate the cause of death to track down the murderer. Normally, they might casually curse the creature that directly killed the sacrifice, and even that’s a small probability.

“I wonder what a curse from the Divine Spirit feels like.”

Recently, Galos felt that his ’Blessing of Fire’ was gradually losing effect, with his resistance to fire blunting, making his increase in fire resistance slow.

As to the reason for this.

Galos thought it was because his curse resistance was also increasing, slowly rendering it ineffective.

He pondered, if he intentionally provoked the Divine Spirit by hunting Divine Spirit Priests to receive curses from the Divine Spirit.

Could it transform into an alternative kind of ’blessing’?

This kind of blessing surely would be hundreds of times stronger than the blessing from a Snake Dragon.

But that, too, was just a thought.

The danger was too high; a curse from the Divine Spirit might instantly kill him, giving him no time to adapt.

Suddenly.

Galos squinted slightly, looking to the right.

With rustling sounds, pieces of shattered limbs were attracted to each other and gathered into a mass.

Under Galos’s watchful gaze, the two Jackal Wolf Guards who were blasted apart stood back up.

Their bodies were bloodied with charred marks, covered in cracks like shattered porcelain, but no matter what the injury was, it was healing and stitching back together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Such strong regeneration.”

Galos shook his whole body of Dragon Scales.

He was curious, how many explosive scales it would take to completely blow up the two Jackal Wolf Guards, or if cutting them into mince with the Dragon Wing Blade would stop their regeneration?

These creatures transformed through sacrifices to the Divine Spirit, how resilient could their lives be?

The Jackal Wolf Guards, taciturn and silent, had flesh buds surging like small worms all over their bodies.

Turning their heads, their eyes locked onto the Dragon Race that had attacked and injured them before.

They held no fear, their damaged but regenerating bodies moved, then started striding quickly, sprinting towards Galos.

“Their hatred is attracted to me.”

Staring at the two Jackal Wolf Guards, Galos did not take to the air.

Unhurriedly, he shook his Dragon Wings, as the sharp wing bones, like guillotine blades, exuded a cold shimmer in the drizzle, slicing raindrops that encountered them into halves and then smashing them into smithereens.

“Stop!”

Fixing his gaze on the Jackal Wolf Guards attempting to attack Galos, the Bloodtooth Commander roared.

“The priest is dead. As the leader of the Red Eye Clan, I command you all! Submit to the Dragon Lord!”

Two Jackal Wolf Guards stopped mid-run, their bodies collapsing to kneel before Galos, remaining silent and expressionless, like two statues.

“Dragon Lord, with the priest’s death, the Jackal Wolf Guards will be loyal to the clan leader.”

“They are now also your followers, your servants; please spare their lives.”

The Bloodtooth Commander looked at Galos, his fierce expression immediately turning to one of flattery.

The speed of the change was astonishing.

“Are you teaching me how to do things?”

Galos said.

“Please forgive my unintended presumption.”

quickly replied the Bloodtooth Commander.

Galos looked at the Jackal Wolf Guards kneeling on the ground.

The Jackal Wolf Guards were more loyal to the clan leader, which was the Bloodtooth Commander. When the Bloodtooth Commander ordered them to submit to Galos, they knelt in silence. If they were ordered to attack Galos, they would comply immediately.

This was typical.

A subordinate’s subordinate is not my subordinate.

Among the followers of the Dragon Race, what they valued and dominated were mainly the clan leaders, not all the followers. Even an adult Dragon, possessing sufficient vital blood and mastering the Dragon Vein Transformation skill, would only transform the leaders to make them Dragon Vein Creatures, thereby gaining absolute loyalty.

As for the followers under the leaders.

They were better managed by the leaders, while the Dragon Race was responsible for managing and commanding the leaders.

Of course.

The Jackal Wolf Guards were an exception.

They were creatures created by the priest without their own minds, like puppets on strings, even lower in intelligence than the wild beasts and monsters, only understanding the orders of their creator. When their creator, the priest, died, they would unconditionally follow the orders of the clan leader.

Ordinary followers know that the Dragon Lord is an existence higher up and stronger than their own leaders.

Even if a leader ordered defiance, they often wouldn’t have the courage.

For example, here are the Jackal-Wolf Folk.

They were closer to the Bloodtooth Commander, but if the Bloodtooth Commander ordered them to attack Galos right now, no Jackal-Wolf Folk would respond. After all, they were intelligent beings, rarely thinking for themselves, but understanding basic instincts of avoiding harm; they wouldn’t engage in a suicidal mission.

The two Jackal Wolf Guards remained kneeling.

Spare them?

Forget it.

In the end, they were two unstable factors, with no need to keep them.

Galos walked forward with slow steps, suddenly raised his Dragon Claw, and struck the Jackal Wolf Guards.

Squelch! Squelch!

Under his terrifying and mighty power, the two Jackal Wolf Guards, who neither dodged nor defended, were transformed into radiating minced meat by his claw.

To Galos’ surprise.

The minced meat continued to writhe, attempting to merge back into humanoid form.

“Such strong vitality.”

“And these are just two low-level Jackal Wolf Guards.”

“If it were the legendary Evil Dragon Guard, reaching the Ancient Dragon level, who could defeat it?”

Galos appeared somewhat apprehensive, then exhaled Flaming Dragon Breath, engulfing the roughly regrouped Jackal Wolf Guards, turning them into lifeless ashes, thereby truly killing them.

The Bloodtooth Commander watched this scene, feeling the pain of losing the two Jackal Wolf Guards but did not intervene.

Galos ignored its suggestion, mercilessly killing the Jackal Wolf Guards.

This did not displease the Bloodtooth Commander but rather impressed it even more.

See how domineering, how powerful, how formidable this Dragon Lord is….only such a dragon is worthy of my allegiance and following, thought Hodgson!

The Bloodtooth Commander’s tail nearly wagged off.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk, this type of creature, always feared strength rather than virtue.

They preferred the ’domineering president’ style of the Dragon Race.

If Galos had listened and spared the Jackal Wolf Guards, it would make the Bloodtooth Commander view Galos as lenient, leading to more ’unintentional presumptions’ in the future, testing his limits.

This was in their nature, and even using Dragon Vein Transformation to gain absolute loyalty couldn’t change it.

Loyalty did not mean they didn’t desire a higher position or better benefits.

In a previous life, Galos had a pet dog, a golden and white border collie, which always loved to test Galos’ limits cleverly, not realizing all its tricks were seen through.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk were exactly the same.

Galos clearly knew how to intimidate these monsters rooted in the wild.

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