Two kiloters is not a short distance for ordinary people.
But for the King of the Jackalweres, towering over a hundred ters tall, it’s rely a matter of a dozen leaps.
The Lich Tower, which stands over fifty ters tall, originally a colossal structure, becos nothing more than an inconspicuous skeleton pillar in comparison.
"Fire!"
With Gaven’s command, the skeletal walls of the Lich Tower fully opened, resembling a beehive, revealing countless windows.
Behind each window stands a Death Stalker or a Corpse Hound.
As the core of the entire domain, Gaven has fortified the Lich Tower’s defenses to the utmost, stacking many high-end combat forces here.
Apart from guarding the Lich Tower, they serve an additional purpose - responding to the summons related to the Undead Slaughter Divine Grace, ready to answer calls from the Material Plane at any ti.
The summoning targets are, of course, designated; they can’t just summon the main battle legion at will.
If they’re in a critical mont of war and forces are summoned en masse to the Material Plane, it would be disastrous and potentially exploited by those with intent.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Following Gaven’s command, countless roars erupted simultaneously, and dozens of skeleton cannonballs shot out from the Lich Tower.
The most astounding is the super giant skeleton cannon at the top of the Lich Tower, seamlessly integrated with it.
When it fires, the powerful recoil causes the entire Lich Tower to shake uncontrollably.
Even the King of the Jackalweres dare not ignore it, charging wildly while taking in deep breaths.
Of course, he rely mimicked the action of breathing in, absorbing not air, but the Berserk Divine Power. With a mad howl, a highly condensed force of berserk divine power spewed from his mouth, eting the super giant skeleton cannonball in flight.
Boom!
The two collide mid-air, causing a terrifying explosion.
The super giant skeleton cannonball was prematurely detonated, causing a multitude of skeleton fragnts to scatter in all directions, naturally enveloping the King of the Jackalweres.
The King of the Jackalweres, however, pays no mind to this or the other skeleton cannonballs, striding forward to charge at the Lich Tower, his tri-headed flail buzzing as it swings.
No one would doubt its terrifying power once it reaches the vicinity of the Lich Tower.
A strike from the flail would be enough to destroy it outright.
anwhile, the King of the Minotaurs, Baphont, just struggles to stand up from the ground, stubbornly continuing to pursue the King of the Jackalweres.
But distant waters cannot quench a nearby thirst. By the ti he charges over, the King of the Jackalweres would already have delivered a fatal blow to the Lich Tower.
The Queen of the Succubi observes coldly, rely commanding the divine nature incarnation of a Jackalwere King that she controls to entangle another, occasionally launching sneak attacks on the other Jackalwere Chosen.
There is no intention of revealing the Godhood Form to assist.
More precisely, whether the Queen of the Succubi present is her true self remains an unknown.
After all, apart from charming a divine nature incarnation of a Jackalwere King, she’s made no other major moves.
This alone cannot prove that she’s present in her true form.
The only ones left capable of offering assistance are the Father of Combat, Uthgar, and the Ghoul King.
After casting a cold glance at the Ghoul King, the Father of Combat roars angrily, his body growing larger as he strides towards the King of the Jackalweres, shouting at him: "Return it to you!"
What he throws towards the King of the Jackalweres is not his divine artifact, the Enemy Striker, but the berserk divine power still in the process of refinent in his left hand.
Both are divine nature incarnations.
The one belonging to the King of the Jackalweres and the one belonging to Plunderer Karazgos are incomparable.
After all, the forr is at the peak of weak divine power, while the latter has declined to the demigod stage, nowhere near the sa level in terms of volu or control over divine power.
Especially with the original body present, the Father of Combat struggled for quite so ti without making any sign of refining it.
If he doesn’t refine it and impulsively integrates it into his body, it would be a deadly poison.
"Aow..." The King of the Jackalweres let out an extrely piercing scream, suddenly freezing in place, as a searing white fla uncontrolledly spread within him, all sorts of unprecedented emotions and ideas surging through his body, trying to devour him.
The Father of Combat, unable to refine the berserk divine power, found it extrely effective as a weapon against the King of the Jackalweres.
Moreover, the King of the Jackalweres couldn’t avoid it at all, taking it all head-on.
Because this was, after all, his own power; the berserk divine power was released and returned to the original body, as it should be.
Except it brought sothing that didn’t belong to him—the power to Destroy Evil.
This innate power was igniting the flas of retribution within the King of the Jackalweres, destroying him with endless remorse.
"I am the King of the Jackalweres, I am the Guardian of Berserk, slaughter and plunder are my innate duties... I am not wrong... You are all my prey, to be hunted and gnawed by , as is my right..."
The King of the Jackalweres howled madly, loudly proclaiming his sovereignty.
The berserk divine power surged wildly, completely subrging and devouring the power to Destroy Evil.
Even when faced with a power designed to restrain, the volu must be considered.
Water can extinguish fire, but a drop of water will simply be evaporated by the flas.
The Destroy Evil power that entered the King of the Jackalweres falls into this situation.
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