Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

“Get to it!”

Upon hearing this, Bruce Hodge’s male secretary nodded heavily.

“Yes!”

With the help of Bruce Hodge, in less than two days, Sean Hawkins got a clue and found out who Dean McKenzie’s goods had fallen into the hands of.

So, Sean Hawkins once again sent out that young man to get the goods back for Dean McKenzie.

But that young man never returned. Not only the goods – he himself was killed by that group.

Not only that, but his head was sent back to Sean Hawkins as a gift.

This scared Sean Hawkins so much, he went to see Dean McKenzie right away.

“Sir, it’s not that I don’t want to help you get the goods back, but that group of people is too strong, I can’t resist them, ah!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m not a devil. Since you helped me find the clue, I wouldn’t just move against you. You have already saved your life by 99%, now just a little bit more.

“All you have to do is pay a tiny bit of servitude money, fill up that last 1%, and your life will be completely yours!”

Dean McKenzie patted Sean Hawkins on the shoulders, his face kind and amiable, looking very reasonable and comforting. Sean Hawkins felt reassured, and promised to prepare satisfactory servitude money for Dean McKenzie, to buy back the last 1% of his life.

Dean McKenzie then left to follow the lead given by Sean Hawkins to retrieve his last batch of detained goods.

The Hunting Church, same as the Bloody Church, belongs to the third-rate churches in the Alliance.

This church is even worse than the Bloody Church.

The scale is not large – they only have about 1500 followers.

They live a nomadic life, worshiping the Mark of the Hunting God from the outer world, with everyone and everything as their hunting ground.

They even hunt humans, treating humans as prey. After a successful hunt, they would eat their prey.>

They would not care who or what their target is, once a target is identified, they would attack, no matter who wins or loses.

Even within the Alliance, this church is a distasteful presence.

Still, the church is somewhat powerful, especially in forests where their fighting power doubles, and they would blend in with the terrain, making them challenging to deal with.

One misstep and they might get away.

Regardless, for Dean McKenzie, it’s not a big issue.

Upon locating their position, Dean McKenzie waved his hand, summoning the Skeletons and surrounded the area where the church was located.

“The Hunting Church? Don’t you claim to be hunters of everything and everyone?

“Today, I’m going to let you taste what it’s like to be hunted by ‘everything’.”

In the depths of the mountains, the temporary base of the Hunting Church.

The entire church was conducting their once-a-year, grandest Sacrificial Ceremony.

They would collectively offer their greatest hunt of the year to the Hunting God, and in return, would receive miracles.

For this year, they had been preparing for half a month. The entire altar structure had been set up, and this year’s best prey was placed on top of the altar, ready to begin this grand Sacrificial Ceremony.

But before the ceremony started, the Pope of the Hunting Church received a warning from their God.

Danger was approaching!

“Everyone, retreat immediately!”

As a devout follower of the Hunting God, the Pope of the Hunting Church, without a doubt, heeded the warning of their god and immediately issued the order.

However, his order came a bit too late.

Or rather, their God’s warning came a bit too late.

As the command was issued, the sky lit up suddenly. When the Church’s people instinctively looked up, they were astounded.

In the sky, there was a fireball of an enormous size.

And this fireball was expanding at an unbelievable pace.

With a “boom”, the fireball landed about 1000 meters from their base. It didn’t hit directly, but the terrifying impact from the blast instantly swept through the entire mountain.

Within moments, the mountain shook violently. Trees crashed down, and fire spread rapidly, engulfing the entire mountain in a sea of flames.

The Hunting Church was directly thrown into chaos.

The next moment, bone fangs fell from the sky like raindrops. It was so dense it put rainfall to shame, and each bone fang was devastatingly lethal.

Just these two waves reduced the Hunting Church’s forces by seventy to eighty percent.

Those who survived were seriously wounded.

Then, something even more terrifying happened. The sound of tiny bones colliding resonated in waves.

The entire Hunting Church was completely surrounded.

At this moment, the church that lived by hunting, experienced what was called a high-level hunt and utter desperation of the prey.

Ironically, this high-level hunt came from their opposition, while they themselves were the most desperate prey in this hunt.

The entire church from top to bottom, everyone was immersed in despair.

No, there was one who wasn’t.

This was the Pope of the Hunting Church.

The reason he wasn’t entirely despaired was not that he thought he could withstand this wave of hunting.

He was very clear that he couldn’t withstand this hunt.

Not just because of the enemy’s assault, but also because his God sent a warning.

But he did not completely despair.

Because, even though he couldn’t survive, he still had his God.

So, in the face of this despair, he gave up struggling and resisting, and chose to sit down and pray instead.

“Pray? Praying for what? Praying for your God to save you?

Should I be afraid of you?”

Dean McKenzie let out a cold laugh, waved his hand, brought along Doggy Two and the others running for a few hundred miles….