Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 163: Chapter 33

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Dealing with Morani’s invitation, Sui Xiong was hesitant and didn’t agree immediately.

Although according to Morani’s idea, instead of saying Desolation God system was a strictly structured organization, it was an organization to chat and communicate. Who knew? The channel of communication might have turned into a QQ chat group.

But he couldn’t be at ease. He felt that it was a little dodgy. Morani didn’t urge on but he introduced his friends.

The main God from Desolation God system, or the “owner” of the “Desolation Chat Group,” was Morani himself. He was an extremely strong warrior, as well as an expert in mining and forgery. During the casual chat, He was talkative and always told everyone interesting things.

This was also because He always wandered around the entire day and had many experiences and much knowledge. He always came across interesting things that were worthy to share with everyone.

There were then four members in Desolation God system. Besides the main God Morani, the other three Gods were the God of Fertility; the huge earthworm Jogan; God of Soil, huge catfish; and bearman’s God of Warrior, Ink.

The three Gods had different characters. Jogan’s intelligence wasn’t high but he was talkative, always speaking non-stop. He always spoke of trifling matters that were meaningless. The huge catfish didn’t like to talk much about things that happened but loved to comment on things that other people told Him. Although His opinion was merely a simple message, Ink was the second smartest person after Morani, and also one that liked to wander around. But He didn’t like to talk about His experience of roaming around. Even if He came across anything that worth talking about, it something like places that have good drinks. Normally, he was only a listener.

“I feel the QQ chat group is not crowded enough... there are only four of us,” Sui Xiong mumbled to himself, and then he asked about the legendary Pantheon Temple.

“Pantheon is located in the furthest corner of the world, near where the root is,” Morani said. “Every God can convert a clone there without paying any price. Plus, they don’t support the idea of spending a lot of strength, so they belong around the non-battling area. Every God has seats that belong to them there, everyone frequently discusses and argues. It’s very lively.”

Then, he sighed. “Unfortunately, there is a hodgepodge of good and bad people in the Pantheon Temple. All kinds of treacherous stratagem are hard to guard against. It’s okay if one were to be there for battle, but it isn’t suitable for anyone who wants to chat casually...”

“Then, if I want to have a seat in Pantheon Temple, what do I do?”

“Simple. Complete the God promotion ceremony and accept clergy. Then it’s done,” Morani smiled. “But clergy is a big thing, it can’t be done recklessly! I suggest for you to pick a clergy that covers a very small area, such as being the patron saint of a small tribe. It would be more reliable.”

He saw that Sui Xiong didn’t seem to understand, so He explained to Sui Xiong in detail.

After God promotion, if He were to select the direction of the belief, He would require a stable and reliable source of belief. For that, it would be best to completely monopolize a group’s belief, in order to ensure a belief that would at least not break.

How does one ensure monopolization? The most reliable way is to control a tribe entirely.

“How do I control a tribe entirely?” Sui Xiong asked. “It’s a little difficult...”

“Actually it’s not that difficult,” Morani smiled and replied. “You create your own tribe!”

Sui Xiong was stunned and asked curiously, “Tribes can be created?”

“Of course they can. Gods making their own tribes are very common.” Morani pointed, and a bearman appeared magically in the air. The only thing that was different from a bearman was that the body was monochrome striped; a white body and head, with black ears and limbs. The most interesting part was the face, short white hair with two round black dark eye circles, just like two black eyes. “This is the tribe Ink created. He made some minor amendments based on bearman, called ‘monochrome bearman’.”

Sui Xiong was quiet for very long and asked, “The friend named ‘Ink’... was His original body like that?”

“No, His original body was just a white bear’s; at least he was only a white bear back then,” Morani said. “Later on, He was promoted into God and wanted to create a tribe of His own. However, there was already a white bear tribe among bearmen. Hence, He made a small amendment on the basic white bear and created monochrome bears. Later on, He changed His appearance too, and became so.”

Sui Xiong nodded and remembered something in his head. He planned to chat with the God of monochrome Bear when he had a chance.

After all... no matter how I look at it, the so-called “monochrome bearman” is about the same as a panda. Unless the God was also from the traversed group? Or maybe He received a message from Earth?

Morani was a talkative man and kept the conversation going. But suddenly, His face changed. He apologized to Sui Xiong and left a way to contact him, then leapt and turned into a ray of gold light to soar up into the sky. There must have been something urgent that he had to rush to take care of.

Sui Xiong watched Him leave and smiled. He then took up the pot of soup that was still boiling; the two of them had yet to take a mouthful of it. Without seeing if it was cooked, he drank the pot clean in one gulp. He then cleaned up and kept the cooking stove, then continued to advance on his journey.

The further he went forward, the more luxurious the foliage on the grassland, and the more cows and goats belonged to the herdsmen. After walking for about a day, he arrived at the border of the grassland and stepped foot in the area of grazing domestic animals and farming.

It was still the territory of Orc Empire. The Orcs that lived there were more gentle and liked farming.

For example, the village that Sui Xiong was temporarily staying in belonged to a bunch of white pigmen.

Pigman was the tribe that was most misunderstood and discriminated against among all Orcs. They looked short and fat, and their long noses made them look a little stupid. But, in actual fact, not only were they not stupid; on the contrary, they were quite smart. They were some of the top farmers in the main dimension.

Er, that was referring to the white pigmen.

There were two branches of pigmen. One was the farming white pigmen that looked a little stupid, while the other ones were the nomadic black pigmen that looked ferocious and were actually ferocious.

Compared to the friendly white pigmen, black pigmen were generally chunkier and taller. They were physically strong and courageous. They had long greyish black manes that were hard. The two long tusks growing from inside of their mouths looked just like two knives, making them terrifying and ferocious looking.

The tribe loved to battle. Their favorite thing was to graze the pigs to invade everywhere. Although their wild boar cavalry wasn’t good at making long treks, their short-distance charge was quite terrifying and very few could withstand it.

Due to the overlapping living areas, the white pigman was the black pigman’s target of plunder most of the time. Those barbaric b*stards couldn’t be bothered much by the same tribe but always rushed their wild boars to dash through the white pigmen’s farms, and swept the white pigmen’s village greedily. They made a clean sweep of their stored grain and left the farmers looking at each other with grief.

The white pigmen of course wanted to put up resistance. Almost every village of white pigmen had a thick wall, and there were many layers of fences in and out of the wall. It was built as though it was to hold horses. But their individual battle power didn’t have much effect on their resistance. Most of the time, they only triggered the robbers and asked for another bashing.

It was the season when the grain was ripping and the white pigman was bustling with the harvest. They dug out balls of corn from the soil and stored them in the underground cellar. At the same time, they were arranging youth training and improving defense work.

Without a doubt, the black pigman robbers could be there anytime, and they could not prevent it.

Sui Xiong was only passing by, but when he saw the situation he stayed back out of curiosity. He wanted to see the war between the pigmen and how it would develop.

He didn’t wait for long. In a few days, when the crops in the farm were almost fully harvested, a herd of wild boar dashed out from the border of the grassland towards the farm.

Only black pigmen would graze like wild boar, so when a young white pigman at the watchtower saw them, he immediately rang the warning bell.

The village that was already busy became even busier immediately. The strong teens wore their wooden armor and took out various kinds of weapons. There were mainly wooden clubs, wooden hammers, etc. Then, they stood in formation behind the fence at the front of the village and prepared to fight for the outcome of their hard work.

On the other side, behind the wild boar, there was the bunch of tall and brawny black pigmen. They were wearing leather armor, carrying wooden clubs and wooden hammers that were obviously a size bigger than their close relatives’. They rode on huge wild boars, looking energetic and extremely confident in winning the battle.

The swarm of wild boars was very fast and they got to the front of the village quickly. The leader of the black pigmen stood out and clamored. In short, he told the white pigmen to surrender and hand out their grain, so that they could avoid a round of bashing.

The white pigman village chief of course didn’t agree. He roared in anger as he waved his wooden hammer, signifying his determination to have a life or death battle.

Hence, the battle started.

The battle between pigmen was actually very vigorous, but it wasn’t meant to be tragic. Both parties had thick skin and muscle, and the weapons were all made of wood. The clubs and hammers were knocked onto the bodies, and though the sound was solid, to them it was nothing.

Sui Xiong watched the clubs and hammers dancing around, crackling with the clashing of their weapons. Roars and groans filled the air. After a while, there weren’t many casualties.

Sui Xiong carried the bench and sat at the entrance of the village. He watched the low standard battle at a village level with enthusiasm. He occasionally cheered and clapped, just like those annoying bards.

A black pigman swung his wooden club and pushed his opponent over to the ground. He then stomped on his opponent and slammed a few times on his head. He finally knocked his opponent down after entanglement. He roared at the sky with success to flaunt his courage. He saw Sui Xiong’s annoying look, and he was suddenly triggered and dashed towards him with his wooden club.

“Fat*ss! Be careful of what you are saying!”

Sui Xiong heard him and he couldn’t help but laugh.

Honestly, the way he transformed himself was very fat, but how much skinnier was the black pigman? Look at him: with every step he took, his fat wobbled. He could go for a weight loss advertisement!

Of course, he could only be a model for “before weight loss.” As for after weight loss, he could only use the almighty Photoshop.

Although the black pigman was fat, he wasn’t slow. He came before Sui Xiong in the blink of an eye. He picked up the wooden club and landed a heavy swing on his head.

With a crack, Sui Xiong’s head suddenly shriveled and became a concave.

“Huh?!” The black pigman was stunned and looked at his club. He looked very confused. He was considered a seasoned veteran, but he had never seen such strange situation.

Then, a tentacle extended from below and wrapped around his leg. He was thrown out in the blink of an eye. He landed right next to the white pigman that he knocked down earlier.

Sui Xiong patted his head and turned it back to normal. Then, he stood up.

“This is an interesting fight,” he smiled. “Count me in. How about that?”