Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

Chapter 2477 - 1092: The Might of Strong Divine Power

"Incompetent coward, your spine has already been broken, even your petitioners have more spirit than you, you are not qualified to oversee Berserk anymore." The Father of Combat pressed aggressively, "Embrace me, and I will give you a new chance at life, to mold you into spirited Uthgar people!"The latter part of Uthgar’s words was directed at those Jackalweres.

In the Divine War, those petitioners would have a chance to make a choice again: either fight to the death for their Old Gods or embrace the New God to become his petitioners.

Even if the other side is a chaotic evil bunch of Jackalweres, it wouldn’t matter once they entered Uthgar’s God Kingdom.

They would gradually be assimilated by the divine power there, not only would their appearance turn into Uthgar Barbarians, but even their temperament would be forcibly transformed.

This is an inherent trait of the God Kingdom.

In the Bottomless Abyss, this is called corruption and degradation; on the Upper Plane, it’s called conversion and purification.

"We can’t let him keep on shouting, if this goes on, the Berserk Priesthood will truly change hands."

"How could I not know, but this matter is not up to us, we must summon back the true form."

"I fear if we try to summon now, the Queen of the Succubi won’t let him go."

"Doesn’t matter, let’s try and see!"

The two Divine Nature Incarnations of the Jackalwere did not dare to slack, and directly activated Yenogu’s Siege, sending a summoning light to their true form.

"Uthgar! You despicable and shameless villain, taking advantage of others’ peril, are you even worthy of seizing the Berserk Priesthood?" The True Form of the King of the Jackalweres howled furiously as he emerged from the summoning light, clearly aware of the situation here.

His current appearance can be described as miserable, his entire body’s fur has turned blood red, truly blood red, completely stained by his own blood, underneath the fur are wounds that have yet to fully heal.

The three on his back are especially terrifying, especially the one in the middle.

It starts from the upper left shoulder blade and extends all the way down to the right lower hip, spanning the entire back, the fur and flesh turned outward, even the white spine is exposed, blood spurting out as if for free.

Clearly, this is a fresh wound.

Just as the Queen of the Succubi said earlier, restraint is mutual.

While he had restrained the Queen of the Succubi, he also pinned himself there.

When he wished to leave, the Queen of the Succubi would surely not let him go easily, this wound is most likely the price for this return.

"Whether I’m worthy or not, it’s not for you to decide! It’s up to it!" The Father of Combat swung the two-handed battle axe in his hand, "Either obediently come out and fight, or admit you’re a coward and hand over the Berserk Priesthood, I might spare your life!"

"If you’ve got the guts, come and attack." The True Form of the King of the Jackalweres retorted, stiffening his neck.

He was now completely cornered, not only having lost soldiers and generals, but his true form also sustained successive severe injuries, clearly in red alert condition.

Facing the Queen of the Succubi, who is not renowned for combat, yet gained no advantage.

Let alone a War God known for divine enthronement through combat, if a fight really breaks out, he would most likely be torn apart alive.

Defeat is not terrifying, what’s terrifying is defeat in front of countless petitioners.

"Using walls to protect oneself is the behavior of an incompetent coward. What? Do you admit you’re a coward?" The Father of Combat, though crude, would not easily fall into the enemy’s ploy.

The King of the Jackalweres ground his sharp teeth, clattering loudly, but dared not answer the Father of Combat’s question directly; the opponent’s reasoning was open and straightforward, leveraging the traits of the Berserk Priesthood fully.

As he struggled to suppress his inner fury, he had already fallen to a disadvantage, the Berserk Priesthood within him was pulsating wildly, and faintly he seemed to hear a cracking sound, and deep-seated pain resounded throughout his Divine Soul, signaling his Godhood was crumbling.

"Since you are so cowardly and inept, unwilling to fight, then I’ll take it myself!" The Father of Combat laughed maniacally as he delivered the King of the Jackalweres a fatal blow.

Growing with the wind, he instantly transformed into a Sky-Reaching Giant standing alongside Yenogu’s Siege, wielding the Two-handed Battle Axe Striker, heavily chopping towards the city wall.

"Uthgar! Uthgar! Uthgar!"

All of the Uthgar Barbarians petitioners roared excitedly, entering Berserk State one after another, providing faith support for their Father God.

The divine radiance coiling around the Striker grew more and more intense until it couldn’t be dissolved, obscuring his figure completely.

"No..."

The King of the Jackalweres let out a desperate howl, leaping from Yenogu’s Siege, his body equally rapidly enlarging, charging towards the Father of Combat.

By no means could he sit and watch as this axe came down.

Once done, whether the other could shatter the divine power shield of Yenogu’s Siege, he did not know.

But his own Godhood would surely be shattered.

If he didn’t want to be shattered, he had to fight.

Without his Divine Artifact, he had no means to withstand, could only besiege Wei to rescue Zhao, hoping the Father of Combat would retreat to defend.

The Father of Combat did not even glance at Yenogu charging towards him, letting his claws fall onto his chest, merely focusing all his Perception, encompassing his entire body’s Divine Power and force into the Striker.

Shh!

Even crippled, the King of the Jackalweres’ attack should not be underestimated.

The left claw effortlessly pierced through the chest of the Father of Combat, even severing his ribs, splitting his heart into five pieces directly.