Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 272: Deity Extra 1

“The great hunting moment… ‘

A Totem, shrouded in golden and red, vast and majestic, with several ferocious beasts crouched beneath it, opened its crimson eyes after hearing these prayers, its eyes full of confusion,

“Where am 1…?”

Yan Whitehall opened his eyes and heard the prayers in his ears, and instantly became bewildered,

“Did I travel to a different world?”

“And I became the Totem of an indigenous tribe?”

“Am I going to live the miserable life of drinking blood from soft fur and

tearing to be assimilated into a beast by the tribe’s taith(”

Before Yan Whitehall had time to think carefully, a large amount of memory emerged in his mind.

After a few seconds, this powerful body digested these memories easily, without causing any pain to Yan Whitehall.

At this time, Yan Whitehall had a general understanding of his situation —

“This mainland is called the Great Wasteland, a place where numerous tribes, indigenous deities coexist, and where constant strife takes place.”

“Totem, Giant Spirit, Deity!”

“This is a world where gods truly exist!”

With that thought, Yan Whitehall clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying power within him.

Whenever he wants, he can descend on any member of the tribe, not to mention tearing tigers and leopards apart, even lifting elephants and throwing them for three days without falling like Shakyamuni would be possible.

Moreover, Yan Whitehall felt that there was a transcendent force within his body!

“Ferocious Beast Servant, I can summon ferocious beasts, tame them, and even tame the Transcendent Desolate Beasts!”

“Hunting Mark, I can lock onto any being and tear the space in front of him to kill him at any time, but since I am just a Totem, this range is limited to a radius of a hundred miles.”

“Totem Body, or Transcendent Body, is a power unparalleled.”

“Apart from this, there are many more powers, but the foolish Totem that was my predecessor did not discover them!”

Even as a newborn Totem, he had such terrifying power.

Not to mention those Giant Spirits, which were terrifying existences, even the mythical deities…

Thinking of this, Yan Whitehall couldn’t help but be passionate, fearing that the ability to move mountains, create and destroy could be possible!

He also wanted to possess great power, to stand at the pinnacle of this world, but at the moment, his main goal was to survive before talking about anything else.

After all, it’s a barbaric and ignorant era, and no one would protect him; only his own power could protect him.

Suddenly, Yan Whitehall’s face became serious, as he recalled a piece of information from the memory of his predecessor. He wasn’t exactly carefree and untroubled.

The tribe that worshipped him, the “Blood Hunt Tribe”, had more than 80 adults capable of hunting, more than 100 children, and dozens of elderly people. It was just a small tribe with a total of 300 people.

This tribe relied on hunting for a living, and wasn’t invulnerable. Any small accident could cause this insignificant tribe to disappear in the Great Wasteland.

And now, disaster was about to come!

Amid the constant prayer at the tribal ceremony, Yan Whitehall received a piece of news.

Recently, the number of prey hunted by the Blood Hunt Tribe was rapidly decreasing, barely meeting the tribe’s consumption needs, making sacrificial activities more frequent.

This phenomenon was likely due to the northward migration of the Black Crocodile Tribe.

Unlike Yan Whitehall’s intangible Totem, the Black Crocodile Tribe’s Totem, the God of the Black Crocodile, had a Black Crocodile Desolate Beast as its avatar.

And the Black Crocodile Tribe had nearly a thousand people, with more than 300 warriors!

The Black Crocodile Tribe was superior to the Blood Hunt Tribe in both tribal strength and Totem power.

The best outcome for the Blood Hunt Tribe, lying in the path of the Black Crocodile Tribe’s northward migration, would be to be defeated and then annexed.

Of course, this was not necessarily a bad thing for the Blood Hunt Tribe, as it meant more substantial tribal protection, increasing their chances of survival.

However, this news was not good for Yan Whitehall.

A tribe could not have more than one Totem, unless a higher-ranking existence presided over them, holding the Totems’ loyalty.

And the Black Crocodile Tribe had only one Totem, with no Giant Spirits present.

That is to say, if the two tribes met and the Blood Hunt Tribe was defeated, Yan Whitehall would face only death!

To be enslaved or to die…

Neither was what Yan Whitehall wanted.

“But I really can’t win.”

Yan Whitehall felt helpless. At this moment, the prayers were still ringing continuously in his ears, and the sacrifice of the Blood Hunt Tribe had not yet ended.

The ritual had now reached the final step, offering the blood feast!

There were not many rules in the small tribe, and the chief also acted as the priest.

The chief, Gamma, was a low-voiced, muscle-bulging, vein-bursting small giant, over two meters tall, “Offer the blood feast!”

“Sacrifice to the Great Hunting God!”

Following his orders, two tribal warriors stepped forward and swung their stone knives, instantly slaying the five-headed wolf beast laid out on the altar!

Splat!

Large amounts of blood immediately gushed out, with all the tribespeople watching this scene devoutly.

Silky threads of faith aura accompanied the ritual, assimilating the emerging Blood Qi, transforming it into a myriad of faith and pouring into the enormous Totem Pillar on the altar!