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Chapter 550, The Executioner Who Killed Countless People

After that great battle between good and evil that captivated the attention of all the heavens broke out.

Some things then become less noticeable.

Hidden in the shadow of this immense storm that is about to engulf the heavens.

Even though what happened was actually quite horrifying.

Medium-sized worlds were destroyed in a very short time.

"Yes, it is heading towards destruction."

The world shattered and disintegrated like a popped soap bubble.

In a very short time.

It was as if something was lurking in the shadows, in that cold void, something extremely dangerous, seemingly watching over something.

"shudder."

But that’s not actually the case.

"Today, another world has been chosen."

Such crises are not without any pattern.

Carefully sort through the useful information.

A name immediately came to mind.

"Gnoll."

The jackals are considered a large race in the heavens.

"Cruel, evil, decent physical attributes, relatively short growth period, good organizational skills, and adept at training slaves."

These characteristics combined to create a race of natural warriors.

At the same time, it does not lack high-end resources.

The gnolls worship and believe in a demon lord whose power is almost comparable to that of a god.

They were the vanguard and vanguard of this demon lord's invasion of the normal world.

In the major version of the interconnected universe.

These guys are doing pretty well.

Until recently.

"Today, another world has been chosen."

An ordinary door was pushed open into the world.

The first thing that catches the eye is the blackened, barren land.

This is yet another pitiful, terminally ill world.

The power of the abyss was drawn in.

The pungent smell of sulfur filled my nostrils.

Countless corpses were piled up on the plain.

Blasphemous and seductive words came from the mouth of the bouncing gnoll priest.

These dead guys must have been the original inhabitants of this world.

Xiao Yang arrived a little late.

This arrival also carries a mission to save the world.

The corpse melted, turning into a bizarre mass of flesh that spread across the land. A black aura rose up, and plump, sharp-toothed worms crawled out of the flesh.

The gnolls gathered around the sacrificial ceremony maintained their orderly formation, but their eyes were involuntarily fixed on the demonic worms crawling out of the flesh.

He kept swallowing his saliva.

Xiao Yang's appearance interrupted all of this.

It just suddenly appeared like that.

Suddenly, an ordinary portal appeared, and a thin figure stepped out.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of jackals.

After staring at each other for a while, some of the guys finally couldn't hold back and pounced on Xiao Yang.

Soon after, Xiao Yang piled up some heads with ferocious expressions and sharp fangs into a small pyramid on this scarlet land.

Stomp on a demon worm that had just crawled out of the pulp.

The murky mucus splattered outwards.

The destruction of the world is not really a very important thing.

The infinite void has yet to find its true boundary.

It's expanding every single moment.

Each world is like a lonely island suspended in the ocean.

The difference is that these islands are renewable.

Destroying a world that has lost all life might just lead to a new, vibrant world silently reappearing in the empty void in the future.

Okay, all that was just a prelude.

For this rotten world.

"Yes, rotten!"

Anchored to the abyss, corrupted, slowly falling into the abyss.

A world that has no future.

Xiao Yang decided to destroy it.

Coldness and passion, two completely opposite states, coexist in Xiao Yang, and each one is absolute.

………….

The center of the world.

A continuous stretch of campsites.

After finishing a round of devout prayers, an extremely old gnoll paced back and forth somewhat uneasily.

Its senses were good; it detected some signs of danger.

Among a range of magical professions.

Priests and some highly perceptive sorcerers are no match for orthodox elemental mages or arcane mages in any aspect.

However, its survivability is surprisingly strong.

Their exceptional perception gives them a keen intuition akin to a cicada sensing the coming of autumn.

That's exactly what the old gnoll priest felt at that moment.

Hesitating repeatedly.

My thoughts raced.

However, he couldn't immediately determine where the danger was coming from.

"Those self-proclaimed righteous gods?"

"Your own enemy?"

"An enemy of the great monarch?"

Options flashed through my mind, but I couldn't come up with a single solution.

Thinking.

He decided to do something.

Adopt a posture of devout prayer.

Although the priest is not exactly a pure magic-based class.

However, the divine power gained through piety is also very useful.

"Great King of Hell, I beg you for a miracle!"

"Please enlighten me, where exactly does my danger come from!"

At this moment, a divine spell that is quite famous throughout the heavens is being cast.

[Miracle Technique]

A genuine legendary spell whose effect is to invoke divine assistance.

The effect and scope of application are "any".

In theory, if you can persuade the god you believe in, this spell can make Him do anything for you.

It seems there's a problem.

The once invincible magic of miracles.

This time, as time passed, it seemed that nothing had happened.

The connection with the gods was established as promised.

Just why.

Why did he faintly hear a few barks?
The unease in my heart grew even stronger.

He decided to use some additional methods.

A half-open skull was removed.

The moment the skull appeared, it started laughing hysterically.

"I have a question."

The moment this sentence appeared.

The skull stopped its shrill laughter.

What do you want to ask?

This is a rare item of considerable value.

Whenever faced with an unavoidable disaster, the old jackal would always consult it.

As is well known, the effects of rare items are not entirely dependent on their level.

The old gnoll even used this skull to question those sanctimonious gods.

"What dangers will I face?"

"How can I get through this danger?!"

For some reason, as time went by, an indescribable fear began to appear in my heart.

The old jackal's words suddenly became more urgent.

He spoke to the half-skull in front of him.

The more you worry about something, the harder it is to avoid it.

A hoarse voice echoed.

"Be prepared for the price."

Use it for the first three times.

"The first time, he took away a healthy arm." "The second time, he took away his offspring."

"The third time took away half of the lifespan that had increased after he became a legend."

That's why he looks so old now.

He feared the price he was about to pay.

It stretched its neck out like a cave snake.

Soon after, he was no longer afraid of it.

"Because something even more terrifying has happened."

After uttering those words, the terrifying creature twitched as if it were stuck.

Frenzied convulsions.

In the end, all that was given was this incomprehensible statement.

"He is coming."

And just like that, it went completely silent, as if it had crashed.

He found.

"He doesn't even have the right to pay the price."

Outside the tent, a jumble of noises unconsciously spread.

“A piercing scream, an angry roar, and a terrified cry.”

The sounds blended together, creating a jarring effect.

Clearly, the gnolls outside seem to be in big trouble.

He should go out and take charge of the situation.

He was the backbone of this expeditionary force.

"A legendary gnoll priest who has been through countless battles."

But right now, there's nothing he can do.

Fear almost permeated his entire being.

He heard it; he heard his personal guards calling his name.

The tents were blown open.

Several tall figures burst in.

Anxious shouts.

"Great Priest, where are you!"

The tents were empty; there was nothing there.

Shortly afterward, the guards left.

Only then did the old jackal finally get out of his bed.

An overly high level of perception is both an advantage and a constraint, an inherent weakness.

Just like now.

This old, unrecognizable fellow was completely overwhelmed by fear.

At this moment, when the Abyss King, whom he believed in, could not give a single reply, and the half-skull was stuck and crashed.

I've lost even the slightest bit of courage.

They didn't even have the courage to step out of their tents and face what was happening outside.

He had just been curled up on the bed, covering himself with his spoils of war—various kinds of skin.

Now it looks completely different.

Curled up in the corner.

………….

A massacre is underway.

Xiao Yang did not use Deep Blue Chanting. Although using Deep Blue Chanting would be much more efficient, it would inevitably lead to cheating.

It is a divine artifact that was upgraded from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

The instinct to devour souls is essentially uncontrollable.

Xiao Yang still hasn't collected all the necessary soul materials.

How could I let Deep Blue Chant steal my food? Besides, I'm free anyway, it's just a little troublesome.

He raised the axe in his hand high.

Even without using Deep Blue Chant, his efficiency is already quite high.

It felt like something was secretly watching me.

Annoyed by being stared at, Xiao Yang simply opened his third eye and glared back.

One by one, Xiao Yang removed heads and piled them up in the center of the continuous camp.

Soon, a small mountain will be piled up.

This is also a form of retaliation.

Sometimes we have to acknowledge that the nine-square grid of factions created by the gods is still quite useful.

Take the gnolls, for example.

"Who do you think invented it?"

"A race of evil forces that, from birth to death, completely adheres to its own designation, is lawful evil, and will not violate it in any way."

What a wonderful division!

"That saves so much effort!"

Harvesting in progress.

A group of powerful, unwilling gnolls gathered together.

The raid begins with a gnoll assassin leaping out of the shadows.

In an instant, all sorts of actions came out.

The gnoll warriors charged furiously towards Xiao Yang, along with the massive crossbows they had prepared and the gnoll soldiers operating them, and the sorcerers who popped their heads out one by one.

With such a combination, there are probably very few legendary characters that can be properly devoured in a single encounter.

The group of people involved in the attack was fairly well-matched, mostly of epic rank, and the assassin was wielding an extraordinary weapon.

"A blessed weapon that has been blessed many times and retains a portion of divine power."

Unfortunately, it didn't have any effect.

After a round of attacks, Xiao Yang was hit hard, but he didn't suffer any injuries.

Who would have thought of that?

A being comparable to a god, disregarding martial ethics, enters a medium-sized world and then beats up their gnoll expeditionary force, whose highest rank is only legendary.

If the assassin could still speak.

He would definitely roar at Xiao Yang with extreme resentment.

"Is it really necessary!"

The gnolls were not the only ones doing the clearing out and occupation of the newly discovered wild world.

In the version of the Interconnected Worlds, they have been quite well-behaved, always staying within their own sphere of influence.

Admittedly, when that new round of battle between good and evil began, the Jackals were indeed somewhat restless.

"But! We haven't actually started yet!"

"Is it really necessary! Is it really necessary for a god to descend?"

He didn't have a chance to say his angry words.

He left this world in a very uneasy manner.

Soon, all the attackers were lying on the ground.

The soul did not escape either, but was gathered into the huge white gem in Xiao Yang's hand.

One by one, heads were piled up.

It was a kind of memorial, even though they were all native races who had never seen this world.

"No, it seems there's some left over!"

Inside an enclosure, Xiao Yang found a group of sheep-men huddled together, their furry bodies swaying in the air.

They were released by Xiao Yang.

Witnessing the towering mountain of heads.

This crackdown is almost over.

"Wait a minute! There's still one that slipped through the net!"

I almost missed him!
The figure stopped in front of a magnificent tent.

Lift the curtain.

Xiao Yang spotted a guy hiding in a corner, trembling with fear.

I strode past.

He grabbed the guy by the neck and dragged him out like a dead dog.

Terrified screams echoed throughout the arena.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"I'm willing to serve you!"

"I still have many hidden treasures!"

"I have a clue as to the whereabouts of a divine artifact!"

Terrified screams rang out continuously.

Xiao Yang's actions were completely without hesitation.

Under the watchful eyes of the sheep-men, Xiao Yang dragged the old, unrecognizable jackal man step by step to the pile of heads.

He raised the giant axe in his hand high.

It fell heavily.

Without the slightest pause or hesitation.

A head rolled onto the ground, its expression one of utter terror.

"This pyramid has a spire."

Xiao Yang is an absolute advocate of using violence to control violence.

In some ways, he is indeed one.

"A ruthless executioner."

(End of this chapter)