Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1213 - 671: Bear of Plunder

The Sword Centipede’s method of attack is very simple but also very effective.

It stealthily moves to within four or five meters behind the enemy, suddenly leaps up from the ground, landing on the enemy. The bladed legs on its lower half deeply pierce into the enemy’s body, while the upper half’s bladed legs frenziedly tear apart its prey. It is estimated that this was the move it used on itself previously.

Its flat insect body gives it a significant advantage in stealth. By the time one notices it, they are often already caught. Even Gaven, clad in heavy armor, struggled to withstand this mad shredding, not to mention Meira’s Followers who prefer not to wear armor. Once caught, there’s no chance to survive past the third round of attacks.

"How can this be?"

Facing the Sword Centipede that has turned its blades against them, the remaining Hunting Lord is stunned.

He believed himself to be well-experienced, yet he had never seen an animal companion of Meira’s Followers turn against their own, even though the Hunting Master who raised it had died. It should not behave this way; it should wildly attack the enemy who killed its master and maintain a relatively friendly attitude towards other Meira’s Followers.

But the fact was right in front of him, leaving no room for doubt.

"You have ten seconds to escape, after which the hunt truly begins," Gaven said as he disengaged his Arms Fusion to retrieve his weapon, addressing the Hunting Lord.

"This is the territory of the Beast Lord, I am his leader of beasts, we are the hunters not the prey," the Hunting Lord roared furiously. To him, Gaven’s reciprocation was the ultimate insult.

Rather than be reduced to a desperate prey, he preferred to die.

"To become hunters, you must possess the strength of hunters," Gaven sneered, "Today, you are only fit to be prey, not hunters. If you cannot understand even this, you are truly foolish to the core. Since you don’t wish to flee, then die here, hopeful that the others have a resolve as strong as yours, preferring death over escape."

"We are all beasts of Meira, our will is indestructible, we would rather gloriously die as hunters than become cowardly prey...if you dare, come chase us."

One moment the Hunting Lord was speaking passionately, and the next his face changed drastically as he dashed into the dense woods, unnecessarily provocatively.

This sudden change in attitude was clearly not his own decision, but was due to a certain order.

There was only one person who could make a powerful Hunting Lord accept such a humiliating command: his god, God of the Hunt, Meira.

Gaven ignored those Meira’s Followers; the harvesting task would naturally be carried out by the Crown Princess. She wasn’t far away; once she released the Sound of Mad Sacrifice and those Meira’s Followers fell into internal chaos, she turned back and started killing again. This was the most basic combat etiquette of a Combat Profession Practitioner.

As for that Hunting Lord, Gaven intentionally let him escape. Despite their strength, these three Hunting Lords were not the key to overcoming the Divine Country Projection looming over this area. Killing them would not break Meira’s Divine Country Projection; they would still be unable to escape or find Luji Town.

Meira’s Divine Nature Incarnation has yet to appear, personally hunting Gaven.

This indirectly indicated that the creation of this Divine Country Projection was done through other means, not through a Sacrificial Array, but something similar. Even if Meira had descended some of her Divine Nature Force, like the Lord of the Abyss, Dimogorgen’s tentacle arms before, it would be fixed in one place, unable to move easily.

Searching such a place in the dense forest is a time-consuming and laborious task, so Gaven wanted to drive this Hunting Lord to lead him there.

However, he did not expect this Hunting Lord to be so resolute, preferring death over submission. fгeewebnovёl.com

But the God of the Hunt, with the same aim as Gaven, was prepared to personally handle him.

This also indirectly proved one thing: they had exhausted their strategies, and these three Hunting Lords were their highest combat power at disposal.

Gaven, while strategically contemptuous of the opponents, was tactically very cautious.

He did not foolishly follow the Hunting Lord, retracing his steps; that’s something only beginners do. Just because the enemy has passed a safe path, it doesn’t mean it is still safe when you follow.

Many Magic Traps have automated recognition abilities, not to mention, there are many like Pitfall Maker who have the ability to instantaneously create traps.

Finding an alternative path, keeping a distance from him was the wisest choice.

Gaven unfurled his Energy Dragon Wings and leapt between the tall trees.

The Hunting Lord occasionally stopped, looking back as if to see if Gaven was following. When he realized that Gaven was not, the disappointment was clearly evident on his face.

Each Hunting Lord is a master of traps, especially skilled in using the terrain and simple materials in their hands to create temporary traps, inducing panic, driving prey into their traps to struggle and wail, and then cause greater panic. This was their favorite hunting drama.

For this purpose, they created numerous traps throughout this forest, natural, semi-natural, physical, magical, and combinations thereof.