Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead
Chapter 1407 - 978, God of Toxic

Beast King City, the leader's hall.

Raindrops dense and fine, hung like beaded curtains on the windowsill.

In the brightly lit hall.

Sat three Orcs.

In the main seat, was the God of Toxic, descended using the body of a believer, flanked by the High Priest of the God of War and the newly elected leader of the Orcs, 'The Butcher - Boyle'.

"How did Orcote die?" the God of Toxic asked.

Orcote was the God of War.

Now that the God of War was dead, these Orcs had found themselves again.

Actually, he was moved.

To become the chief god of the entire Orc Clan and ascend to a higher god in less than a thousand years.

But the enemy capable of killing the God of War also made him apprehensive.

Well managed, not to mention taking over the entire Orc area, dividing up some benefits should also pose no problem.

The High Priest of the God of War, helplessly shook his head, "We have no clues, only that it involved a transmigrator named Fang Hao."

A transmigrator?

The God of Toxic found this answer surprising.

He had speculated about many higher gods, but never considered a transmigrator.

And how could a transmigrator be linked to the death of a deity?

"Are you sure it was a transmigrator?"

"If we say there was a recent conflict, it involved this transmigrator named Fang Hao," the High Priest continued.

Just yesterday someone reported that Fang Hao was not dead and had also killed a deity.

Today the great Father God disappeared, it all seems inevitably linked to this Fang Hao.

After the High Priest spoke, the hall once again fell into silence.

The three fell into silence simultaneously.

"Great God, the enemy certainly will not give up on the Orc Clan, please do protect us," the High Priest spoke again, pleadingly.

The dependence of the clans on deities had reached a profoundly ingrained level.

Now that the chief god was dead, the protected Orcs felt nervous and completely insecure.

The newly chosen Orc leader nodded along, "Yes, please protect the Orc Clan, deity."

The God of Toxic, his eyes hidden under the hood, glanced at the two.

If it's related to the transmigrator, it might be worth observing the situation first.

Moreover, with the help of the High Priest and the leader, gaining the faith of the Orcs would be more straightforward and convenient.

"I can, I will become the new deity for the Orc Clan and protect you, and I will also help you kill that transmigrator named Fang Hao," the God of Toxic continued.

"Thank you, great deity."

The High Priest and the deity stood up, paying their respects together.

Next, the three discussed subsequent plans together.

The God of Toxic was happy to share the Orc Clan's faith, while the other two felt reassured at finding a new deity.

While they were chatting.

Suddenly, sounds of fighting and shouting came from outside the door.

Before they could go out to check, a young girl with white animal ears walked in holding two guards.

Behind her, several figures followed.

A young human, four black-armored warriors, and a woman dressed in a golden dress.

The Dragon Queen...

Even if he didn't recognize the others, the Dragon Queen's attire was too distinctive.

One glance was enough to identify her.

"Dragon Queen... what is the meaning of this?"

The leading Orc hero, blocking the path stood in the middle of the hall, and coldly asked.

This Orc hero, an imposing figure clad in heavy armor, a helmet with bull horns, wielding a heavy axe.

[The Butcher - Boyle (Dark Gold Tier Six)]

Dark Gold Tier Six hero.

The Orc Clan indeed had some depth.

Even if a Demigod leader was killed, they could quickly elect a replacement leader.

And indeed, his strength was not low.

With resources to support him, he would soon reach Demigod status.

Just as the Orc hero, wielding his giant axe, was about to charge.

Fang Hao simply stated: "Boyle, you can't control your body."

The advancing Orc hero suddenly stiffened, standing there dazed, a flicker of panic in his eyes.

His veins bulging all over, yet he still couldn't move an inch.

Fang Hao and his companions strode into the hall, bypassing the stiffened Orc hero.

Their gaze fell on the main seat occupant, a black-robed Priest holding a staff draped with various vials.

The divine radiance on him was dazzlingly bright.

Without saying, it was known that he was a descended deity.

Fang Hao, in hot pursuit of something else, still managed to get divine attention to this situation.

Sitting down on a chair nearby, "What may I call you?"

"Toxic... and you?"

From under the dark cloak's hood, a dangerous gaze flashed.

This robe, actually, Fang Hao had some recollection of it.

There was once a coliseum mission featuring a Demigod hero proficient in spitting and using snakes.

The symbols on him were almost identical to those in front of him, with just minor differences.

Fang Hao looked up again, taking another glance.

He heard from Eira, or was it some maid, about the God of Toxic.

Quite a few tribes worship the God of Toxic.

To enhance their resistance to toxins including those from wild beasts and snakes, as well as certain foodborne toxins.

"Fang Hao."

"Oh? You are Fang Hao?"

Hearing this, Fang Hao also became curious, "Have you heard about me?"

The God of Toxic continued asking, "How did the God of War die?"

"He was beaten to death."

"Who killed him?"

"A person..."

Thud!

The God of Toxic smacked his hand on the armrest, his gaze icy cold as he stared intently at him.