Chapter 1457: Chapter 752: God Child of Slaughter_2

He didn’t have to wait long before powerful magical teleportation light emerged from the Tukan Vanguard Army, and then the Tukan People erupted into earth-shattering cheers, “Great Khan, Great Khan, Great Khan!”

Soon after, the thunderous sound of hooves came, and a team of Tukan Heavy Cavalry clad in Golden Dragon Scale Armor charged out from the Vanguard Army, exuding a powerful aura from their bodies. This was clearly a Quasi-Legendary escort group.

Once nearly a hundred of the Golden Heavy Cavalry had formed their ranks, three riders leisurely emerged. Their demeanor was extremely similar to Sazass when he walked out from Sasha Pass, radiating a confidence-filled aura.

The majesty emitted by the three riders couldn’t be overshadowed, even by the nearly hundred Quasi-Legendary Golden Heavy Cavalry.

The one trailing slightly on the left side was none other than General Batumihe of the Tukan Vanguard Army.

Riding alongside him was someone a full two heads shorter than General Batumihe, but much wider around, especially his belly, which burst through his bright red monk robe, protruding outward. His large head was completely bald, with not a single hair, but he possessed a pair of snow-white eyebrows, long and thick, giving him a benevolent appearance, always with a smiling expression.

This person exuded a unique force field that made one feel compelled to bow before him.

Compared to the two stylistically diverse individuals behind him, the rider in front appeared much more ordinary in both physique and appearance—common enough among the Tukan People to be easily overlooked—with nothing particularly remarkable at first glance.

If something had to stand out, it was the aura he emitted, filled with a sickly sweet scent. In his presence, all the warhorses involuntarily lowered their heads, and all the monsters trembled, fearing that this aura would suddenly transform into a sharp long knife striking them.

This was an aura of slaughter, making even professional executioners, who made a living by beheading, seem insignificant.

There was only one way to acquire such an aura—through slaughter—not necessarily direct slaughter, but even the indirect killings resulting from his actions counted.

This aura of slaughter was terrifyingly overwhelming, moving wherever its owner did, covering everything in its path. With fifty meters still between them, Sazass’s disguise was shattered by the impact, revealing the lich’s true form, causing the undead army gathered behind him to involuntarily retreat several steps. A few ghost spirits even let out a woeful cry, exploding on the spot and transforming into purest negative energy, immediately absorbed by the fearsome aura of slaughter.

Though tales of people dying from sheer fright existed, witnessing undead being scared to death was a first.

Sazass’s eyes intensely contracted into needlepoints, a testament to his inner shock.

The God Child of Slaughter.

On the body of Khan Yamun lay a fragment of the Godhood of Slaughter Bar, making him a pawn in the world of mortals.

The strategy of the Slaughter King Bar, leaving a contingency to revive, wasn’t a secret. If any evil god hadn’t left a contingency, that would be a true failure in divinity.

However, choosing an outsider for such a contingency seemed perplexing.

Upon careful consideration, Bar’s strategic placement was brilliant; this was laying pieces outside the board. Even if it might not escape the eyes of the Deities of Phelun, mortals would surely be deceived.

Most importantly, these plundering nomadic tribes perfectly aligned with Slaughter Divinity; their process of plundering was inherently a process of slaughter.

The Endless Wilderness was vast beyond measure, and the mere unification wars within their own could allow Khan Yamun to amass an astonishing amount of Slaughter Power, not to mention their southern invasions into the Soaring Dragon Empire on Kartu Continent, a region renowned for densely packed populations, including cities with rumored populations exceeding a million.

The terrifying aura of slaughter surrounding Khan Yamun proved its effect; without millions dying because of him, the current imposing doom wouldn’t be possible. This was a classic case of mortals harnessing the powers of the True Gods, akin to playing with fire, for even the slightest mistake could lead to self-destruction.

His westward march with the Tukan Army this time was likely born of necessity; the Slaughter Power within him was nearing the limit of what a mortal body could wield. He must either obtain more Slaughter Godhood Shards, using a poison quenching method to delay the backlash of Slaughter Power, or find a way to reclaim the Slaughter Clergy, becoming a new God of Slaughter.

Being a legacy of Bar’s Slaughter Power meant he couldn’t achieve divine enthronement on Kartu Continent; he had to return to the original source of power on Felen Continent, because many things that belonged to the former God of Slaughter Bar remained here, including enemies.

Khan Yamun’s greatest adversary this time wasn’t the forces of goodness and the common people, but the God of Conspiracy Hesrick.

The God of Murder Bar, Lord of the Dead Milkau, and Tyrant God Bane were once revered as the Three Gods of Death or the Dark Triad. They controlled a series of dark divine positions in Felen (murder, violence, death, dispute, tyranny, etc.).

During The Year of Upheaval, under the divine decree of God of Gods Ao, Bar was forced to return to Felen Continent in incarnate form.

After his Slaughter Power was weakened to the point of occupying mortal bodies, Bar began an unprecedented spree of destruction and slaughter.