Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Death God’s Divine Favored
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*This ti, the Nightwalker’s psychological suggestion didn’t fall flat!*
Hu Lu widened his eyes, and his gaze began to turn vacant.
*It was a sign that the psychological suggestion was about to succeed!*
The Nightwalker was very satisfied,
“Immune to ntal spells, but psychological suggestion works. This ans there’s sothing wrong with their souls! Maybe their souls are under so kind of protection!”
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However, just when he thought his psychological suggestion was about to succeed, Hu Lu’s eyes rolled back, and his head limpingly tilted to the side.
Nightwalker, “… ”
“What happened?”
He was slightly stunned.
Listening to the even breathing, the Nightwalker’s expression beca quite colorful.
“Fell… fell asleep?”
*How could he fall asleep in this situation?!*
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*He wasn’t using a sleeping spell!*
The Nightwalker’s expression darkened.
He snorted coldly and delivered a punch to Hu Lu’s chin.
However, the other party still had no response…
It wasn’t pretending; he had really “fallen asleep.”
The Nightwalker’s eyebrows gradually knitted together.
He looked again at the other players, who t his gaze and sheepishly smiled.
Seeing that they were neither afraid nor surprised by the “sleeping” elf, the Nightwalker felt a stirring in his heart.
“Tell , what’s wrong with him?”
He asked the players.
“What else, he’s just disconnected.”
One of them said nonchalantly.
Disconnected? What did that an?
The Nightwalker was utterly perplexed.
However, he was already certain that the other elves seed to know sothing.
Therefore, he decisively cast psychological suggestion on them again,
“Tell , who exactly is the power behind you? What conspiracy is there?”
Yet to his frustration but not surprisingly, as soon as they encountered the psychological suggestion, the remaining few also rolled their eyes and “fell asleep”…
The Nightwalker’s expression was very unpleasant.
“Unable to resist psychological suggestion… but seems to have so self-preservation ability, falling into a strange sleep when suggested?”
“Being able to employ this ability on every elf, it looks like… the other side’s soul knowledge is quite exquisite! It’s likely they are followers of the Death God!”
*A hint of realization rose in the Nightwalker’s heart.*
He waved his hand, preparing to completely eliminate the sleeping elves, but suddenly stopped.
He slled a very enticing aroma…
The Nightwalker raised an eyebrow, followed the scent, and found it was coming from a wound on He Fan’s arm.
“Blood? Is there sothing special about it?”
The Nightwalker’s gaze instantly turned very deep.
The Blood Clan couldn’t do without blood; they needed to consu other life’s blood periodically to sustain themselves.
And high-quality blood was the supre pursuit of every Blood Clan mber!
He licked his lips, ca to He Fan’s side, dipped his slender fingers in a touch of blood, and sent it into his mouth.
With the blood in his mouth, the Nightwalker’s eyes instantly brightened.
His expression beca incredibly intoxicated in that mont,
“Such rich and fragrant blood!”
At this mont, his look toward the elves changed again.
“Though it was said among the clan that the blood of the Silver Race was extrely rich and delicious, I didn’t expect these elves’ blood to be so excellent, comparable to the precious wines preserved by the dukes, perhaps?”
“Such high-quality blood… What are these elves’ identities? Moreover… I seem to sll the scent of life.”
The Nightwalker’s gaze gradually turned fiery.
At this mont, in his eyes, the elves were not just elves but top-grade ingredients!
No, they were top-grade Blood Slaves!
After hesitating slightly, he took out a small red ring from his bosom and recited an incantation in his heart.
As his incantation resonated, He Fan’s body began to glow and slowly disappear!
“It’s a pity the Space Ring is too small, only enough for one person.”
The Nightwalker regretted in his heart.
This ring was his storage ring, with a spell supporting biological survival on it, allowing organisms inside to maintain life for 24 hours.
The Nightwalker had already decided to capture an elf as his long-term Blood Slave!
As for the rest…
He looked at the elves collapsed on the ground, shaking his head regretfully.
There was no way to take more.
But it couldn’t be wasted, either!
The Nightwalker ca to one of the players, helped him up, and opened his mouth to bite the person’s neck!
With the entrance of the crimson blood, the Nightwalker’s expression beca incredibly satisfied and intoxicated.
He felt he had never tasted such delicious blood in his life!
And as the blood entered, he could even feel a faint loosening at the bottleneck of his strength!
*Such a magical blood!*
The Nightwalker’s eyes grew brighter.
“Does it taste good?”
He nodded.
Good!
It was truly wondrously good!
However, he quickly realized, and his expression turned horrified.
*Who?!*
The Nightwalker imdiately released his bite and leaped up from where he stood.
As he looked up, he saw a stranger’s figure appearing before him.
It was a female clad in a black robe, dark gray hair, and red pupils just like his.
However, unlike the Nightwalker’s vertical pupils, her eyes were human-like.
Upon seeing her, the Nightwalker instantly recognized the woman’s identity,
“A Divine Favored of the Death God!”
His expression turned incomparably serious.
As a Divine Favored of the God of Winter and Hunting, the Nightwalker’s perception of Divine Power was exceptionally keen.
She hadn’t covered the aura of the Death God’s Power on her at all, undoubtedly a true Divine Favored!
And… very strong!
The Nightwalker’s senses had always been sharp, yet he hadn’t sensed her approach!
She was a High-level Professional!
Just like himself, she was a High-level Professional!
Moreover, if they fought, he likely would lose!
*Various thoughts rapidly flashed through the Nightwalker’s mind, and he quickly abandoned any notion of battle.*
His wary expression suddenly transford into a breezy smile.
He gracefully bowed to the Death God’s Favored,
“Good afternoon, esteed and beautiful lady.”
The Death God’s Favored seed surprised by his greeting, raising her eyebrow slightly.
Her gaze swept across the floor, her voice cold,
“A Divine Favored actively attacking followers of another True God, are you trying to incite a war between the True Gods?”
Hearing her words, the Nightwalker’s eyelid twitched.
*Indeed!*
*There was truly a True God behind these elves!*
Moreover… it was the Death God!
It seed the speculation of the True God Crowned was correct, the Death God indeed made a move!
No… no! Suddenly, the Nightwalker’s mind stirred, and his eyes began to narrow.
*Wrong!*
*She is actually leading
on with those words!*
*Those elves don’t have the Death God’s aura; on the contrary, there’s a scent of life!*
*This True God… likely isn’t the one we thought!*
*It was as if he had opened a window, the Nightwalker suddenly felt like he had uncovered the truth…*
*His eyes suddenly shone, yet a hint of insight rose in his heart,
*A Sub-god! It had to be a Sub-god!*
*Migrating elves… The unfamiliar temple… The nascent True God…*
*That was it!*
*The Death God was cultivating a Sub-god related to the domain of life within the Elf Forest!*
*Only in this way could it explain why the elves had a personality change!*
*And the Death God’s Favored was actually providing cover!*
*This Sub-god probably hadn’t fully mastered the domain of life, or perhaps hadn’t mastered it completely yet.*
*The entity… must still be quite vulnerable!*
*Otherwise, they wouldn’t be lurking and hiding.*
*And the Death God’s purpose… beca quite clear as well.*
*According to the True God Crowned, the one in the Netherworld hadn’t a complete divine office, likely seeking to perfect her office this way!*
*In an instant, the Nightwalker understood everything.*
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