"After being expelled by the tribe, I thought I would definitely die."

"But I didn't expect that the Black Fog Season could pollute all the fog, and did not take away my life. Instead, it strengthened my superpowers, allowing me to not only communicate with the Spiegel Wolf, but also control the more powerful Bral's gray wolf."

"And the price is what it is now..."

As he said, a painful expression appeared on Gent's rotten face.

Enzo stroked his chin, his face as if he was thinking. He probably knew about the matter. A poor species of awakened supernatural power was expelled by the tribe in the Black Mist Season, but did not die in the wasteland because of it, but gained more powerful power.

"No wonder, the evil one is called the minions of the god of disaster."

Enzo murmured to himself, his eyes flashing. The main reason why the Black Fog Season is called the most terrifying season is the terrifying black fog that can pollute everything. Whether it is the war ghost clan or the wild beast, after being polluted by the black fog, they will lose themselves and fall into madness.

However, after absorbing the black fog, Gent did not become crazy, but instead strengthened his superpowers, which seemed to mean that the fog was a tonic for the evil ones.

It just has a certain price!

"Why attack the Tatar tribe?" Enzo asked again after a while.

"Tatal Tribe?"

Quint expressed doubts, shook his head and said, "I don't know that tribe you are, you are just controlling the wolf pack and attacking the plain without any difference."

"What's the reason?" Enzo said.

“There is no reason.”

"There is no reason?" Enzo narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face became dangerous.

"It's true!" Kunte quickly explained, "I don't know why I did this, but since I woke up my supernatural powers, a voice has been echoing in my mind, driving all my actions."

Enzo frowned slightly.

According to the chip's detection, Gent's emotions did not fluctuate when he answered himself, so it seemed to indicate that he was not lying.

"The inferior species of awakening power is called evil!" Enzo's eyes flashed and he thought, ": Evil power can be strengthened by black fog, and black fog represents the power of the God of Disaster!"

"In other words, the reason why the evil person's superpowers were strengthened is because he absorbed the power of the God of Disaster!"

"At the same time, after the evil person absorbs the black fog, his behavior will also be affected by the god of disaster..."

Enzo's face showed a strange look and murmured, "If everything is reasonable, then this situation seems to be familiar!"

God of disaster!

The God of Blood Killing!

The two gods nurtured in the war ghost world represent two opposite sides. In the tens of thousands of years of history, the two indigenous gods have been fighting secretly, and have always been eager to get rid of each other and gain complete control of the world.

However, it is not that easy to do all this!

Whether it is the God of Blood Killer or the God of Disaster, they are both native gods born from the world. Although the power between the two is different, it is not obvious. Even though the God of Blood Killer has defeated the God of Disaster and supported the War Ghost Clan to become the ruler of the world, he still cannot completely suppress the other party.

It is precisely because of this that only two of the three seasons of the world are the masters of the blood-killing god. During the Black Mist Season, the earth will fall into the control of the God of Disaster.

In order to strengthen the rule of the world, the God of Blood-killing gave the God of War Ghosts a stone tablet. Through the above cultivation methods, the God of War Ghosts can master extraordinary power and at the same time let their own power influence them.

"It seems that the God of Disaster has also made the same choice as the God of Blood-killing..." Enzo murmured.

The God of Blood-killing controls the War Ghost Tribe with the cultivation method on the God-given stone tablet.

The God of Disaster uses the power of black fog to lure the war ghost tribe into depravity, allowing evil people to become their own minions, and in this way, they will continuously enhance their influence on the world.

"Whether the God of Disaster or the God of Blood Killing, the gap in strength is not enough to completely kill the other party." Enzo stroked his chin and thought, ": Therefore, these two indigenous gods have transferred the battlefield to the control of the world, and continuously expand their influence by controlling more extraordinary people!"

"It seems that the gods' behavior of competing for faith in the first era of the Wizarding World is somewhat similar to that of the first era..."

A trace of enlightenment appeared on Enzo's face.

At this moment, Kunte, who was bound by shadows not far away, suddenly became ferocious on his face, and he let out a terrifying roar.

The next moment, his body changed in vain.

The body bound by shadow tentacles, a large area of ​​rotten flesh and blood fell on the skin, and a black mist filled with strange aura emanated from it.

A hint of solemnity appeared on Enzo's face, and he took a few steps behind his feet.

Ao Wow!

Immediately afterwards, a wolf howl came, and Kunte transformed into a half-human and half-wolf monster, broke free from the shadow tentacles, and rushed forward.

The werewolf Kunte had a hideous influence, covered with black hair, and rotten flesh and blood below. He waved his arms, and black fog was wrapped around his black sharp claws.

Sigh!

Enzo thought, and the shadow shield condensed, blocking the attack of the werewolf Quint, and made a sharp and harsh sound.

"Scythe of Shadow!"

In place, Enzo thought, and the shadow shield flashed and turned into a giant sickle, then waved it violently, directly cutting off the werewolf Quent's head.

Bang!

The werewolf Kunte's head rolled to the ground, and his rotten face looked extremely ferocious, as if he could no longer recognize his original appearance. His facial features were blurred like rotten flesh, leaving only a pair of dark eyes.

The next moment, the head on the ground turned into a ball of black mist, condensed into a shadow like a ghost in the air.

"The breath of a wizard..."

The Black Mist Ghost made a hoarse sound, which made Enzo feel a little familiar, and it seemed that lightning flashed through his mind in an instant.

"The God of Disaster!" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

"Are the inferior ones?"

The black mist ghost floated in the air, staring at Enzo below, and suddenly screamed, saying, "No! No! You are not a war ghost clan at all!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Enzo took a step back and a solemnity appeared on his face.

"The breath that does not belong to this world! Who are you?" The God of Disaster is high, with a hint of majesty in his hoarse voice, and he said in a deep voice: "I am the master of the world, the God of Disaster and Misty!"

"Mortals, no matter where you come from, kneel down to me!"

After saying that, a black fog rolled up on a pitch-black plain, like a ghost realm.

"snort!"

Enzo snorted coldly, the soul bone wand appeared in his hand, and with a light pause, the shadow on the ground immediately spread like a tide.

"It's just a projection? Do you dare to be so arrogant?"

The shadows formed an independent domain, dispelling the fog that invaded the surroundings. Enzo thought, and shadow tentacles popped up instantly, attacking the black fog ghost not far away.

Sigh!

The shadow tentacle pierced the black fog phantom, and the projection condensed by the power of the God of Calamity dispersed, and a furious voice suddenly came.

"Mortal! You actually blasphemed the gods!"

"Wait, the power of the fog is about to cover this world. I will make you pay the price and repent in endless fear..."

As the sound gradually faded, the breath of the God of Disaster completely dissipated, and the plain under the night sky returned to peace, leaving only a rotten headless corpse on the ground lying there.

Enzo put away his wand and leaned down.

"Absorb the power of the God of Disaster to obtain extraordinary power, but as a mortal, he cannot bear this power." Enzo looked at Kunte's headless corpse and murmured to himself.

At this time, the corpse had recovered from human form.

The werewolf's gray hair faded away, leaving only the rotten and ulcerated skin, and the stench was emitted, as if it had been dead for a long time.

"Chip, scan!" Enzo ordered in his heart.

The headless corpse has completely decayed and cannot even maintain its shape. Under the chip scanning, a series of information data is displayed, which makes Enzo's face a thoughtful expression appear.

"Muscle activity has completely disappeared, and for at least a year!" Enzo stroked his chin and murmured to himself, "This means that a year ago, after Gent awakened his supernatural powers in the Gauso Tribe and became an evil person, his body had lost its normal activity."

"In a sense, at that time, he was already a dead person, but he only relied on the power of the God of Disaster to maintain the movement of his body!"

"However, although this power can make Kunte act like a normal person, it will continue to affect him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will completely lose his will in half a year at most!"

Then, Enzo shook his head.

"It's really a monotonous method. Whether it's the God of Blood Killing or the God of Disaster, or even the ancient gods in the First Era of the Wizard World, they didn't notice much about the way they treated mortals!"

"In order to obtain the power of [faith], the gods give their own power to mortals and allow believers to gain extraordinary power, but the final outcome of this path will make them lose themselves and become part of the faithful gods."

Enzo stood up and looked into the night.

"Now it seems that the ancestor of the wizard is really a great existence. He can use the god of mortals to establish a wizard system and civilization, and ultimately subvert the rule of the gods. He is worthy of being the only existence beyond the seventh-level life form in the endless history of the multiverse!"

A hint of emotion appeared on Enzo's face.

Then, he looked at the headless corpse on the ground. Although most of the power of the god of disaster had been lost, there was still a small part of the energy remaining on the headless corpse.

The almost negligible energy can be retained as experimental material.

Enzo hesitated and collected the headless corpse on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, his mind moved.

In the sky, shadow crows looked down at the earth under the night sky, and fire flashed on the endless black plain in the distance.

That was the hunting team of the Tatar tribe.
To be continued...