"You despicable devil!" The King of the Jackalweres stomped his feet in anger. He had never encountered such a shameless and vile enemy.
This was one of the few chosen ones he had meticulously nurtured for countless years, surpassing level thirty in professional rank. The extent of his favor was evident from appointing him as his Summoned Chosen.
The King of the Jackalweres immediately ceased the extraction of his berserk divine power, instead using it as a rope to bind the soul of the Jackalwere Chosen, pulling it back desperately while fiercely asserting his sovereignty, "I am the god of the Jackalweres, all Jackalweres are born of me, and upon death, their souls belong to me entirely. Return to me!"
"Everything in the world enters the cycle of death and reincarnation, subject to judgment, to ascend to heaven or descend into hell. Your soul is filled with endless slaughter and sin, and today I pronounce you as an Undead Slayer! To serve slaughter in an undying manner!"
