Chapter 186 The Essence of the Wild God
Knowing how cunning and sinister this wild god of the world is, Westhead will not give the other party any chance to operate and directly launches a righteous beating.

When you think your enemy is playing tricks on you, the best thing to do is to kill him.

How about hard damage to death?
Hearing Westhead's words, the silver-haired princess took action first. She threw the Sunshine Spear tightly clenched in her hand, and a flash of lightning pierced through the bat wings of the Devourer in the blink of an eye.

"hiss--"

The God of Turbidity cried out in pain, and could not even maintain his low-altitude suspension, and fell to the ground.

Then Myvana and Westhead immediately followed, with Silver Sword and Shadow Life on each side, piercing the Wild God's thick arms, and began to suppress and beat the Devourer unilaterally, and hazy chaotic flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

"It's you! It's you! It's you who knows how to run away!"

Westhead pounded the Devourer's face madly, venting his hatred and cursing:
"You just do some shady things all day long. Have some shame! Have some shame!"

The Devourer finally found a gap and broke free from the joint attack of the wolf-eared girl and Lord Qinghui. Blue thunder fell from the sky, and the silver-haired princess threw down her sword and spear, pinning down the flying God of Turbidity and Desolation.

Westhead then chased after him and cut the Devourer in half with his left sword, and Myvana dug out its heart with her right claw.

This is our exciting combo!
Even the thick-skinned God of the Turbid World could no longer bear the beatings from the three men. Just as he flew backwards like a rag doll again, the Devourer raised his hand and devoured several Fallen Beasts, recovering from his own injuries. He then called in the Chaos Creatures to provide cover for him and said:
"Ah, what a mistake. You are too strong. I can't stop you. The power of the several Heavenly Fathers is really generous. I guess you win this time."

With the tone of "Never won before? This time I give it to you", the Devourer began to retreat violently! Retreat vigorously! Retreat madly!

"Wait, you're running away now?!"

Westhead was stunned. The Chaos Gate was right in front of him, and BYD actually wanted to escape? !

The Devourer shook his head humanely:

"I'm not running away. I'm just... ahem, conserving my strength. Only if I stay alive can I better fulfill the mission my mother has given me."

Westhead was a little anxious when he saw the Devourer's shameless speech. He rushed forward and shouted:
"You dare to run? Then I will have to go and warn the God Ancestor about Chaos's plan."

"!!!"

The Devourer was stunned as he turned around and ran.

"Why do you know? Why do you know?!"

"Ha, I just know."

Seeing this, Westhead knew that his bet was right. As a rare intelligent individual in the Chaos camp, the Devourer knew that Chaos Mother was accumulating strength, and took advantage of the Gods' indifference and contempt for Chaos to do something big to turn the situation around.

The Devourer can abandon the Chaos Gate and throw away all the results of corruption over the past few decades, but as a created monster, he will never do anything that would obviously harm the interests of Chaos.

"Why, do you still want to run?"

Westhead stared at the Devourer and spoke word by word:

"Or do you think it's okay for me to warn the gods? It's in line with my original mission?"

Although it would be useless to issue a warning, the Chaos Creation could not take the risk even if there was a one in ten thousand chance.

The Devourer finally stopped. The upright giant beast seemed to have stopped working. It shook its head frantically under Westhead's soul-questioning:
"I am doing this to accumulate strength and to better complete my mission. It has always been like this. I am doing well, but why?"

"So that's how it is, so that's why I'm afraid of death?" "Hahaha, so I'm lying? I'm lying!!"

As if he understood something, the Devourer covered his head and pounded the ground, letting out a shocking and unpleasant laugh:
"Hahaha! You can't laugh! You really can't laugh!!"

"I have been infected with so much poison of order! Mother. Mother! Forgive me!"

With a sound like a whimper, the Devourer raised its sharp claws and pierced its own chest.

"Puff-puff-"

The flesh and blood of the Wild God began to twist and swell, and after the Devourer's suicidal act, a vortex of time and space appeared in the sky.

It was like a giant beast opening its eyes. The vortex of lightening and thundering illuminated the heaven and earth. The vortex of time and space expanded at an alarming speed, absorbing the flesh and blood sacrificed by the Devourer.

A huge shadow quickly covered the earth.

“Finally, the essence is liberated”

Westhead immediately stepped back, looking warily at the changes taking place before his eyes.

As a second-level existence of [Chaos Aspects], the positioning of the God of Turbidity and Wildness itself is very simple, that is, a suicide bomb.

Liberate the essence, and then use this chaotic essence as fuel to madly pollute the land of order and forcibly construct a chaotic domain. This is the origin of the title [God of the Turbid World].

Theoretically, as the god of the world, the Devourer should have chosen a place of order to pollute long ago. He has survived for hundreds of years and seems to be a little too afraid of death.

When the vortex expanded to the extent that it seemed to cover and tear the sky apart, the entire hills and plains, all the chaotic creatures on the battlefield, some of which poured out from the Chaos Gate, and some were fighting with the legions on the front line, and even the mountain of monster corpses piled in front of the [Crown of Feasting Fire] did not escape.

Only Chaos Monsters can sense the amazing gravitational force. No matter their size, rank, or life or death, all are drawn into it.

After what seemed like a century of gestation.

The beast is coming.

A large figure emerged in the endless storm and slowly fell from the sky.

Violent lightning rolled, and terrifying power turned into a wave, washing away the existence on the entire hill. The majestic aura of chaos surged with a momentum that almost submerged the entire world. The powerful behemoth waved its horns unscrupulously, flapped its wings, and landed on the ground in a black tornado.

Its huge body, like a mountain, shook the earth like liquid, causing rolling waves. Bluish-white electric light flowed on its huge bony horns, showing its presence.

As huge as a mountain, its body hundreds of meters high contained tremendous power. The land in the distance was shaken into rolling dust waves due to its landing, and the flat plain collapsed into a basin. The collapse continued to extend to the surrounding areas. Huge dust waves as high as tens of meters swept everything around it. Hills and hills were submerged and collapsed, and the area within a radius of several kilometers was filled with smoke and dust.

“BOOM!!!!”

A roar, with sound waves ten or a hundred times more shocking than thunder, shook the atmosphere and echoed for dozens of miles. Under the long roar of the God of Wilderness, a series of air explosions occurred, and the air seemed to have turned into water, vibrating with violent ripples. The strong wind spread endlessly in all directions, blowing away the dust and soil raised by its descent.

The dust waves, accompanied by strong winds, swept towards the Qinghui Legion, and all the hillsides and hills along the way were scraped off a layer of dust. It was not until this time that Westhead heard the roar that was deep and shocking to the extreme.

“This is a bit exaggerated.”

(End of this chapter)