Damn! Lord Murphy has become a marshal, hurry and let Grand Duke Cui Si ascend to her golden toilet!

The number of Construct Guardians who followed Murphy from Base R-9 to the Wayfarers' Headquarters ruins was around three hundred. They were commanded by the Wise Wolf and consisted entirely of elite, die-hard members of the Grey Wolf Army. They were also the first to embrace the Creator's faith.

It was worth mentioning that several former hunting priests from the Broken Tooth Clan were among them.

These fellows should have been the Hunting Lord's representatives in the mortal world, but they converted no slower than ordinary barbarians. This was ample proof of how insanely powerful the Creator's advanced technology was. The obedience prompt, applied directly at the genetic level, turned so-called faith into something that could be changed at will.

Of course, the reason this thing worked so well came down to two main factors.

First, gnolls were themselves created beings. The obedience protocol had been written into their genes, like a mental imprint passed down through the generations.

Second, the Hunting Lord had yet to awaken, so receiving divine power was more difficult than it was for other gods. Most hunting priests could be said to be doing the work on their own dime.

In a situation like this, it was only natural that they couldn't resist the arrival of a more forceful, more "orthodox" Creator's faith.

Every one of the three hundred Grey Wolf Army Construct Guardians had a Shadow Wolf combat exoskeleton. They moved like the wind, swift and silent. By the time a detachment of the Bonechewer Clan neared the mountain beneath the Wayfarers' Headquarters ruins, Hogg had already led his people into an ambush halfway up the slope.

As a guide of faith, Hogg wasn't especially good at commanding troops. So the commander for this attack was old Senk.

Ever since this long-lived, one-hundred-and-thirty-year-old gnoll