The leading Blood Race member wore a leather coat stained with dried blood, topped with a bizarre high hat.
His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were filled with a beast-like bloodlust.
He was Rogers, a Blood Race Duke from the Morolick Clan, just like Aife.
While Aife had received the power of the Sheep's Eye Tree, Rogers naturally gained the blessing from the Divine Being they had arduously summoned.
Holding a giant iron hammer weighing over a thousand pounds with one hand, Rogers looked impatiently at the distance towards Gospel Town, asking, "What exactly is Aife doing? A small town has taken this long to capture. We need to spend a lot of time in Saint Anna City. At this rate, the Morolick Clan's expansion plan will lag behind the original schedule."
A raspy voice from one of the Blood Race members asked, "Lord Rogers, should we go in? Perhaps Lord Aife is too merciful towards humans."
"No, though Aife enjoys tormenting those guys, Mother Goddess Ailanda has already set a deadline given by the Evil God Council to capture Saint Anna City as a territory for the Morolick Clan. Aife wouldn't dare mess this up. There must be something hidden in Gospel Town. It seems I should go have a look."
Rogers grunted, and his entire face split apart.
His skin parted slowly to the sides like two large doors, revealing a round mouth full of sharp teeth.
He extended a thick tongue, which was extremely long and writhed constantly like a snake in the air.
The surface of the tongue bristled with small granules, absorbing the lingering scents in the air.
"Strange, Aife didn't head to the town center but to a remote location. Could this be why the progress was delayed... Let's go, follow me to check."
Rogers retracted his tongue and immediately crossed the wheat field, sprinting towards the direction of the graveyard.
In just about ten minutes, Rogers led a group of Blood Race members to the graveyard.
He sensed the scent particles in the air, and his face darkened: "Not good, it's all Aife's scent. It seems she's severely injured. Even after receiving the blessing of the Sheep's Eye Tree, how could any human be her match?"
Rogers marched into the graveyard, finding it deathly silent within.
He cautiously observed the surroundings and then gestured for his subordinates to move towards the main house.
No matter the dangerous enemy, to revive the Morolick Clan, this Gospel Town must be taken tonight.
However, just as these Blood Race members approached the main house, crossbow arrows shot out directly, piercing through their bodies.
Seeing this, Rogers no longer stayed behind to observe; he swung the iron hammer and charged towards the main house.
Regardless of what exorcist was lurking, he wouldn't believe they could remain hidden if he tore down the house.
He quickly dodged all the incoming crossbow arrows as the Celestial Thunder Altar was building up power, with the celestial thunder yet to descend.
With his immensely strong body, Rogers reached the outer wall of the main house, just as he raised the iron hammer, about to smash down with force.
The wall of the main house suddenly lit up with a blinding golden light.
A human-height gold-haired monkey leaped from within, delivering a light kick to Rogers' chest.
Before he could react, he felt his body being hit as if by a heavy truck, instantly sending him flying uncontrollably.
The gold-haired monkey landed, effortlessly catching the iron hammer that Rogers had dropped, swinging it three times in place.
Then dissatisfied, it tossed it aside, shouting three times, "Too light, too light, too light!"
"What is this thing?!"
Rogers stood up from the ground incredulously, clutching his chest and questioning the monkey in shock.
Before attacking, he hadn't sensed this monkey's presence in the air; it seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, catching Rogers completely off guard.
"I was having a good sleep, and you woke me up. Now get lost, or else Grandpa Sun will show you his might," the gold-haired monkey angrily bared its teeth at Rogers.
Rogers frowned, as the situation in the graveyard turned out to be beyond his expectations.
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It looked quite strange and didn't seem very powerful, at most a Monkey God.
"Seems like Aife lost to you."
Rogers tore off his leather coat, revealing a body of well-developed muscles, his skin covered with a multitude of blood-red scars, shocking to behold like centipedes running across his skin.
"We of the Morolick Clan have been blessed by the Sheep's Eye Tree, a new and rising presence, yet you are merely a Monkey God. I know something about wild gods like you,
in Southeast Asia, many people worship monkeys. Look at your funny appearance, today I will flatten you along with this place."
Rogers roared furiously, and in the next second, the scars on his body burst open.
Blood gushed out, making him look as if turned into a blood-soaked figure.
Sheep's eyes grew from Rogers' wounds, staring bizarrely at the so-called 'Monkey God' in front of him.