The Primal Hunter

Chapter 790

Two beings appeared in the living room the six gods were sitting and relaxing in, the atmosphere instantly changing with their entrance. Unsurprising, considering both of them were Primordials that one rarely saw in a room together.

“What a joyous occasion. When was it we gathered like this?” the winged woman asked with a smile on her lips as she regarded all her fellow gods.

“Your rhetorical pleasantries are as nauseating as ever,” a ghostly pale elven man responded. “What are the chances of you deciding to visit Nevermore at the exact same moment I did?”

“Considerably high, considering I decided to arrive here today due to finding out you were going,” the winged god chuckled as she turned to the dragonkin in the room. “It is good to see you again, old friend. Thanks for allowing my entrance and bending your rules.”

Waving his hand, the Wyrmgod dismissed the Holy Mother. “I would be accused of choosing sides if I only allowed one of you in, which is why I waited to bring you both together.”

Inmortau, the Blightfather, sighed at this statement as he turned to the Viper and Valdemar. “Skipping the pleasantries, I wonder why the two of you are here together. Were you not supposed to be in an open conflict right now?”

“Is that how you’re gonna greet an old friend?” Vilastromoz smiled at the first Risen.

“Please, I know it has been a while, but don’t tell me you have lost your curt attitude.” the Blightfather said, shaking his head.

“Oh, I’ve totally turned into a softie,” the Viper shrugged. “And yeah, me and Valdemar are in a huge conflict for sure. I even think he wants to fight me or something.”

“A fight you will give me,” Valdemar huffed as he looked at one of the livestreams displayed in the room, not overly interested in the ongoing conversation.

“In due time, in due time,” the Viper waved him off as he returned his attention to the Blightfather. “Also, should you really be spreading miasma when you yourself live in a garden? Last time I checked, the Risen are still at war with the Holy Church with more ongoing battlefields than I bother to figure out the exact number of.”

“Bah, an endless conflict by design,” Inmortau said unbothered. “A way to cull the weak and nurture the strong while occasionally proving slightly entertaining when divine beings get involved.”

“What a crude way to put it,” the Holy Mother shook her head disapprovingly. “Conflict is sadly just a necessity for growth and a great way to motivate and give meaning to many. A necessary evil, if you may.”

Vilastromoz just chuckled at their conversation. The war between the Risen and the Holy Church truly was an endless war by design. As the two gods said, it was a way to make a constant training ground in the form of a battlefield. It was to the level where the battles were curated into grades and even tiers within some grades. Billions would join them, with sometimes only thousands leaving, but those who survived would be beings who had a chance to reach for true power.

Legion. That war was one where both sides genuinely wanted to wipe out the other and where the battlefields could easily have powerful beings sweep in and kill millions on a bad day. There was still

at the Blightfather and the Holy Mother. “Also, your little skirmish cannot be called a true

Your alliance with Yip of Yore, on the other hand, is one made with the express purpose of him

calm tone. “So let us just wait

never mind,” the Blightfather began but stopped himself. “I will assume

as he turned to the Holy Mother. “Now, I do wonder why you also chose to come here, Anora. Giving the children in

I not allowed to reunite with old friends?” she smiled. “You have been back for a while, and we simply never had the chance to meet like this. Seeing

just muttered as he turned his attention toward Jake’s

come all this way to see me,” Minaga said in a cheerful tone as

thousand years ago, when you infiltrated

memories,” Minaga cut her off. “In my defense, the design of that dungeon was super interesting, and I did it purely for research purposes,

compensation when caught?”

was another me that isn’t the me right here,” Minaga said with a confident nod. “But no worries, if I ever see that me, I’ll be sure to give myself a stern

potentially most powerful faction in the entire multiverse, she knew the futility

fight broke out, neither party would even get anything out of it. Also, it wasn’t like any of them

Nevermore, hidden away with his power used to control the massive World Wonder. Alright, one could argue Minaga was truly there, as his body was technically real, but the rest were avatars. Of

taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the

up everywhere with his real body. It was only after he met Gudrun that he began to use these quasi-avatars, which were pretty much just homunculi, that he infused his power into and could control for a limited time. This limited time still tended to be around a century as long as the quasi-avatar didn’t fight, but compared to

In fact, gods, in general, rarely left their divine realms. Some extremely powerful gods did go around places with their real bodies unbothered, but they never used them to enter godly territories, much less the divine realms of other

Valdemar would find himself on the losing end if he decided to fight someone like the Wyrmgod while within his domain. The territorial advantage was simply too significant to be overcome, which was why Gudrun had been so insistent on him using this quasi-avatar. Even if all of the gods had been there in their real bodies and worked together, they still wouldn’t stand a chance against the Wyrmgod, though they

talking about how great this reunion is… why is she here?” Inmortau asked as he clearly looked at Artemis, who was sitting beside Nature’s Attendant, clearly nervous. Again, couldn’t blame her. With three Primordials, she always felt pressured, and now that there were five, it was impressive she

in a soft tone. “Besides, I question why you even need to ask. Why are you here anyway? Because we came here to observe the happenings inside of Nevermore, not to participate in some

eyebrow, the look on their faces serving as confirmation. “I will admit he is a

simply enjoy our shared curiosity, shall we not?” Nature’s

observing the interaction as he smiled a bit to himself. It was kind of comforting to see that despite so much time passing, nothing much had changed. His fellow Primordials were still the same as they

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