The shameless evil god provoked the Lord of the Hunt-My lads, charge it! 2530

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The "purge" launched by Huxson and Haas against the gnoll command ranks had yielded remarkable results. In just three days, they had rooted out hundreds of priests and low-ranking warlords. These were all old Manson's loyalists, and at least a third of them had ties to the Dusk.

When Lina hunted down old Manson, she had said that the gnoll smelled of the Dusk.

That wasn't just a figure of speech. Spending too long around those doomsday cultists would inevitably leave its mark. They were servants of the Warp, and however well they tried to hide it, the power they served would still exert a faint influence on their very existence.

It was just like how every servant of the Dusk bore the special status "Dusk Servant."

Such influence was difficult to detect through ordinary means. But when faith was involved, and the matter was examined on the level of divine power, those changes became clear to a "professional" like Huxson.

As the purge continued and the disguise of loyalty was stripped away, even Haas, the old warlord who hailed from the Bloodscar Clan, was shocked by the brutal truth. It wasn't just Huxson.

"I don't understand. How did those cultists manage to reach so far?"

In Shadowvale, Warlord Haas looked at the tally on the hide scroll before him. His face darkened as he asked Huxson,

"The priests they caught, the warlords—they lived right among us, and most of them were true-blooded Bloodscar gnolls. They should have been the most devout followers of our god, yet they colluded with a band of doomsday cultists under the noses of our gnoll gods.

Old Manson wasn't an isolated case. Those bastards consorted with the Dusk for a few scraps, like dogs raised