Hey, Surround Them and Wait for Reinforcements! You, Kid

Murphy licked his blade to intimidate Huxerson.

But don't worry about his health. The thing had unleashed the Sunfire once before, and no matter what the blade had touched beforehand, the most ferocious flames had left it cleaner than over 99% of things in the mortal world.

Of course, the gesture itself was pretty deranged, especially coming from a vampire.

The hunting divine power, corrupted and tainted before it had even been born, was easily dispelled by the Omega Program. As a Chosen whose divine power had been suppressed, Huxerson immediately grew visibly weak. He could barely even maintain his own Golden-tier strength.

That was the common flaw of faith gods.

To empower their followers, they had to grant them power. But their own existence—or, perhaps, the maintenance of their consciousness—depended on their followers. This unique connection made the relationship between a faith god and their followers a complicated, two-sided affair.

If Huxerson had once been a gnoll Unit One that fought with its own "battery," and could keep running for five minutes after losing power, then the current Huxerson, a Chosen of the Hunt, was a model that relied entirely on mains electricity. Naturally, after Murphy "cut the power," it shut down on the spot.

Of course, it still had the foundation of a Golden-tier fighter. Even weakened and stabbed, Huxerson hadn't suffered a fatal injury. Instead, it used the clash and deflection of weapons to open some distance despite being at a severe disadvantage. Once it realized it had no chance of winning a one-on-one fight against the strange Murphy, it called for help without hesitation.

It didn't call on the other Hunting Elect, who were in the same situation as itself. Instead, it summoned elite Voodoo troops from the Split-Claw clan. At its roar, several Silver-tier wolf