Chapter 411: Small-Scale Divine War
On the altar of the Dragon Mother Clan, Owen was cooking soup. The strange smell was so unbearable that even the Lizardmen couldn’t stand it and didn’t dare to stick out their tongues. Therefore, the surrounding area was quite empty, which was also convenient for the upcoming battle.
Owen’s mind wasn’t working well right now, but the Dragon Mother wasn’t stupid. As a fellow deity, she naturally knew what choices the other party would make in this situation, so she wasn’t surprised when the three divine avatars approached. She even wanted to laugh a little.
The Voodoo King was a legendary warlock during his lifetime. He looked like a gloomy middle-aged man with greasy, medium-length hair, thin lips, and shifty eyes. One look and you could tell he was scheming. At this time, he was surrounded by a deadly plague, his hand emitting strong witchcraft fluctuations as he arrived with the two other deities aggressively.
However, he had been full of confidence before coming, but now he felt something was wrong as soon as he arrived. However, he was deep in thought and remained calm on the surface, but in reality…
“Attack! Kill her! Her Divinity will be ours!” As soon as the Voodoo King spoke, the Blood Skull Demon, who was a warrior in his lifetime, rushed forward. The God of Stealth and Deception, who was an assassin, also stealthily disappeared. Only the Voodoo King ran away.
To be honest, not to mention the Blood Skull Demon and the God of Stealth and Deception, even the Dragon Mother was stunned. Only Owen, who was still cooking soup, looked up and then continued cooking indifferently.
To be honest, the Dragon Mother didn’t have any grudge against the Voodoo King, but since they had fought to this extent, how could she let him go? Therefore, she immediately transformed into a red dragon and flapped her wings to chase after the fleeing Voodoo King.
The Blood Skull Demon and the God of Stealth and Deception, who could have stopped her, had no intention of doing so. If possible, they would rather kill that bastard Voodoo King first. Unfortunately, they couldn’t get away now.
Owen changed the fire under the soup pot to a low heat to simmer slowly. He took off his dragonskin apron, holding a mixed iron rod in one hand and a butcher knife in the other, and walked towards the Blood Skull Demon with heavy steps. As for the God of Stealth and Deception, the bloodstains and cold light flashing around indicated that he was fighting fiercely with An Qi.
Owen had some understanding of the enemy’s intelligence. After all, they were all Emilia’s companions, although they were the type to stab her in the back. He still had some understanding of their situation, so naturally, he wouldn’t make arrangements without targeting them. Therefore, he transferred An Qi to deal with the God of Stealth and Deception, who was an assassin. As for the Blood Skull Demon, of course, he would handle it himself.
The Blood Skull Demon was an excellent warrior, brave and fearless. He was always at the forefront of every battle, using his body to block enemy attacks. He was Emilia’s most trusted companion, but he had the bloodline of a demon. Even with strong willpower, he was still gradually lost in the slaughter and was eventually seduced to commit the crime of betrayal.
Even so, the Blood Skull Demon still maintained the true nature of a warrior. Even though he knew it was a trap, he still fearlessly charged forward, wielding his two beloved battle axes.
The Blood Skull Demon was more than two meters tall, with a crimson body and two thick demon horns on his head. He held two bloodstained battle axes, his momentum astonishing.
Although Owen didn’t have astonishing momentum, he was strong and sturdy. Facing the two battle axes that could chop meat and bones, he fought head-on without falling behind.
Both sides were taking the path of brute force, which was one word: reckless. Whoever retreated was a coward. They would fight until one side fell. For a time, the sparks from the double axes, mixed iron rod, and butcher knife flew.
If the Blood Skull Demon was still alive, Owen definitely wouldn’t dare to do this, because he was a Demigod with a long health bar. Although his main body had invested a lot in this avatar, he still couldn’t defeat a battle-type Demigod.
But the Blood Skull Demon’s physical body was dead. Although he was called a god, he was actually just a Divine Specter.
The Divine Specter wasn’t a physical entity. If it cast spells from a distance, it could still pose a threat, but as a warrior, it could only be said that its brain wasn’t working well. It was entangled by Owen.
However, the first to determine the winner was An Qi and the God of Stealth and Deception. One was a Demigod proficient in assassination, curses, magic, and deception, with almost no weaknesses. The other was a half-baked deity proficient in assassination. The moment the other party chose to step out of the Earthly Divine Realm, their fate was already sealed.
Not long after, when An Qi appeared with two points of Divinity wrapped in blood, the Blood Skull Demon went mad. However, the Ogre King’s body, with its max-level Golden Bell Cover and the powerful life force instilled by the main body, was easy to win against but difficult to kill. Moreover, An Qi wouldn’t just stand by and watch. With just one slash, she implanted a curse. Then, Owen, who had entered a berserk state with Bloodthirst activated, smashed his skull with a rod, revealing the Divinity hidden deep inside.
An Qi was quick-witted and turned her blood into chains, locking the hidden Divinity and pulling it out forcefully.
This time, the Blood Skull Demon’s weakness was grasped. He frantically wielded his double axes, and his shattered skull was rapidly recovering, trying to hide his Divinity again.
However, Owen resisted all the Blood Skull Demon’s attacks with his body. Even though his body was covered with huge wounds, as if he was about to be dismembered, he still refused to give an inch. Instead, he used his rod and knife to continuously break up the opponent’s Divine body, making the resistance weaker and weaker.
With the Blood Skull Demon’s Divinity captured and suppressed by An Qi, and his body composed of soul and faith devoured and decomposed by the Dragon Mother’s Earthly Divine Realm, this Divine War had come to an end.
It could be said that the Voodoo King had made a great contribution to this battle. If he hadn’t lured these two out of the Earthly Divine Realm, it wouldn’t have been so easy to eliminate them.
Because they would first have to break through the opponent’s Lizardmen clan, go deep behind enemy lines, and then rush into the Earthly Divine Realm that had been established for hundreds of years. Fighting a Divine War without any advantage in terms of timing, location, or people, even if they could win, it would be a pyrrhic victory.
Unfortunately, neither the Voodoo King nor the two unlucky bastards he had brought had ever fought in a Divine War. They didn’t even know much about deities. Most of the time, they relied on instinct, so after their Lizardmen clans failed to achieve victory, it was only natural for them to decide to take action personally.
They didn’t know that true deities rarely took action personally, let alone leave the Earthly Divine Realm easily. This behavior was no different from a hermit crab leaving its shell to challenge a lobster. Although it wasn’t without the power to resist, it was only a drop in the bucket, and the probability of becoming food was greater.
Not long after, the Dragon Mother returned. Judging from her joyful expression, the Voodoo King was probably finished as well.
Sure enough, the Dragon Mother, who had transformed back into her human form, opened her hand, revealing two points of Divinity she had brought back.
Although the Dragon Mother’s three points of Divinity weren’t related to combat, as a red dragon, she had super high resistance to various attacks. The Voodoo King’s methods were difficult to be effective. Coupled with the divine power bestowed upon her by Owen, which surpassed the power of faith, it was difficult for her to lose.
The next battle didn’t need Owen and the others to participate. After losing three deities, the victory of the Dragon Mother Clan’s Lizardmen army was only a matter of time. Owen and the others didn’t need to take action. The Rathian leading the Fire Lizard Legion was enough.
