Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1200 - 666: God of the Hunt Magla_3

The Crown Princess had indeed taken the path of equipment enhancement. Whether it was her armor or the longsword and round shield in her hand, they were all top-level mundane gear. In particular, her Golden Dragon Scale Armor was a sub-divine artifact, possessing damage reduction capabilities even stronger than Combat Armor. It was also a type of Golem Armor, able to fight independently like a Golem, and it had its own Strength and Dexterity values, much like the Pillaging Destructive Arms. When someone wears it, if the wearer’s Strength and Dexterity are higher than its, it will take the wearer’s as the base line. If lower, it will use the Golem Armor’s own stats for base Attack bonuses, Attack frequency, and Movement frequency.

The Golem Armor also had its own Hit Points, which would stack on top of its user’s. Should the Golem’s Hit Points be depleted to zero, its magic functions would immediately stop, and the wearer would be considered to be wearing a suite of ordinary Mithril full-body Armor until it was recharged and repaired.

As for the close combat ability of the Crown Princess, there should not be too much skepticism about that either. As a favored child of heaven who grew up in countless auras, especially one with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, how could Tainalasta possibly allow herself to have obvious weaknesses and shortcomings?

She received not merely the most orthodox education of War Mages, but also completed the Purple Dragon Knights training program with excellent results. It is only the class bonus of a warrior archetype she lacked, yet skill-wise she was an experienced warrior. Equipped with powerful gear, to say she could match a warrior of the same level would be a fool’s dream, but holding her own against several Transcendent Warriors and not being swiftly slain was still no issue.

Boom!

Gaven’s reaction was even faster than Tainalasta’s shout, her words had not yet landed when a tremendous roaring blast resonated in the King’s Forest.

The Hunter that was originally pouncing towards Gaven froze mid-leap and was even flung backward tens of centimeters before it continued to fall, spewing blood like a fountain maniacally.

The power of the Death Roar was as reliable as always, especially against these unarmored beasts, which were all too easy to use it against. A direct hit to the vital points was absolutely fatal.

The creature that fell to the ground was a Forest Panther, with a body length exceeding two meters, its dark fur immaculate without a single impurity. The neck of the jungle assassin had disappeared by half, showing the snapped spinal bones, its life-draining eyes not the orange-yellow of a normal panther but a bloody red, revealing an endless thirst for blood, for hunting, for slaughter.

The reason it’s called the True Dream Realm is because many things here are real, at least all living creatures are indeed real—like this black Forest Panther killed by Gaven.

But this place contains aspects of the dream realm as well. The state of the black Forest Panther is clearly abnormal. Even the most vicious of animals only hunt to fill their bellies and wouldn’t deliberately slaughter for fun, especially those that do not seem easy to provoke. This black Forest Panther was infused by the dream realm with a stronger desire to hunt, to hunt for hunting’s sake, to slaughter for slaughter’s sake.

However, the relationship between hunter and prey is never fixed; it is determined by the relative strength of both parties. The hunter one second can become the prey the next—it’s all too common.

Such a situation was definitely not unique to this black Forest Panther, but rather all creatures in this True Dream Realm are subtly influenced by this hunting desire. The longer one stays here, the more significant the impact, as this is the dream realm of Magla, the God of the Hunt. Naturally, they are subject to the influence of his divine nature, turning the entire True Dream Realm into a hunting ground.

And Gaven and Tainalasta were the prey in this meticulously planned hunting ground.

"Mount up, let’s go, those Hunters will soon surround us," Gaven said as he leaped off the Half-Moon Colt and helped the Crown Princess up.

Tainalasta’s Royal Gryphon was like Regina’s, a Magic Creature summoned with Magic Items, not having entered the True Dream Realm with the Crown Princess through the Spirit Travel Spell, but the Half-Moon Colt did come with them.

The Death Roar was mighty indeed but also had the flaw of creating a huge commotion, essentially signaling their location to the Hunters.

That being said, these Hunters were all believers of Magla, the God of the Hunt, who possesses the divine position of tracking and excels at hunting and pursuit. With or without the guidance of the Death Roar, they would follow the scent and come running.

Moreover, Gaven is not the sort of true, utterly defenseless prey that could only flee in a pitiful state upon hearing noise. After all, who is the prey and who is the hunter is still an unknown.

But Gaven would not foolishly stay put, waiting for the Hunters to gather in numbers and forcefully confront them. Who knows how many Hunters are hidden in this True Dream Realm, what the genesis of this realm is, and to what extent the God of the Hunt has intervened in this matter. They had not figured any of that out. To break the True Dream Realm and summon their soldiers for a counter-hunt was the royal road to take.

"No need, although my casting ability is restricted, I am not as frail as I thought I would be. I’m not something a beast or two could easily take down," the Crown Princess said with a voice tinged with an iron-cold will, influenced by her Golem Armor. The longsword in her hand stabbed out like lightning, a mournful scream emanated from the darkness, and then it quickly retreated into the dense foliage.

The next second, more harrowing screams and numerous excited howls came from not far away. Just by listening to the sounds, Gaven could imagine what happened there as well as the bloody scene: a seriously injured, bleeding creature being torn into pieces by a swarm of bloodthirsty beasts, and then devoured on the spot.