Chapter 933: Chapter 933 Killing the God Chapter 933: Chapter 933 Killing the God Olaf shuddered, and as the Hunting Team Captain for so many years, he felt for the first time that death was so near.

He turned his head to see that it was Greg Jensen who was pulling him.

At that moment, Greg’s brows were tightly furrowed, staring thoughtfully in the direction where the Ferocious Beasts had fled.

Following his gaze, Olaf felt a chill in his heart again; the direction the Ferocious Beasts had taken was exactly where they had just been planning to retreat.

Had it not been for Greg leading them running west, all of them might have ended up trampled into mud.

Olaf felt an immense sense of relief, thankful that he had brought the young man along, or else they might have met their doom today.

Strangely, how did the young man detect the movement of the beast tide?

“Damn it! There are still some of our people over there!”

Olaf quickly led his people back, with Greg following; before leaving, Greg looked back into the depths of the dense forest, his mind filled with doubts.

The behavior of those Ferocious Beasts just now was definitely not as simple as a charge; it was more like they were fleeing for their lives.

Could there be an even more powerful creature inside?

Greg carefully recalled, and among the group of Ferocious Beasts he had just seen, the most formidable seemed to be Level Nine.

In other words, if there was indeed a stronger one inside, it was very likely a Level Ten Beast King.

Greg did not make a fuss but decided to come back later to have a look; having a group of ordinary people was too much of a hindrance.

Roar!

At that moment, a furious roar suddenly came from afar, followed by sporadic gunfire.

Olaf’s face changed drastically, and he instructed everyone to load their guns, rushing quickly toward the source of the sound.

When they emerged from the dense forest, they saw the group of Ferocious Beasts surrounding their pickup trucks, constantly roaring.

Several Beasts that tried to approach were immediately met with a hail of bullets.

Roar!

In the icy snow-covered land, food was already scarce; abruptly seeing a few living bipeds, these Ferocious Beasts instantly became extremely aggressive.

Moreover, inside the pickup trucks, there were the bodies of tigers they had just hunted, which further incited the frenzy of these Beasts.

The thunderous roars were deafening, and several high-level Ferocious Beasts that had been circling the outskirts finally could not hold back anymore; with a roar, they charged forward at full speed.

The other lower-level Ferocious Beasts also followed suit, bellowing in unison before swarming forward like a plague of locusts.

The collective charge of hundreds of Ferocious Beasts was a spectacular sight; the aura alone was enough to take one’s breath away.

And by the pickup trucks, there were only five men who had just transported the tigers, now frightened out of their wits, firing their guns purely on instinct.

Not just them, even Olaf and his men on the outskirts also wore expressions of terror.

“Fire! Shoot!”

Faced with so many Ferocious Beasts, Olaf’s legs turned to jelly as well, but as the Hunting Team Captain, he couldn’t abandon his comrades.

He didn’t care if it would attract the hatred of the Beasts; he raised his rifle and shot, and the others did the same, frantically pouring out bullets in the hope of attracting the attention of the Beasts and rescuing their encircled friends.

However, their group of more than twenty people was insignificant in the midst of the Beasts, able to have only a limited effect.

In their frenzied assault, only a scattered dozen or so Ferocious Beasts were drawn over.

Seeing this, the faces of Olaf and his men were filled with helplessness and desolation.

This was the plight of ordinary people; in the face of a horde of Ferocious Beasts, even armed with firearms, their efforts were still futile.

“Fight on! We can’t let them break through!”

“Kill those damn critters!”

Olaf and his men hadn’t given up, still holding their guns and shooting wildly as if bullets cost nothing.

Gradually, their frantic actions actually had an impact; dozens of Ferocious Beasts noticed Olaf and his men hiding outside, immediately turned around, and charged in their direction.

Dozens of Ferocious Beasts running created a formidable momentum; Olaf and his men, who had just been deeply frustrated, immediately felt a sense of fear.

“This is bad!”

Orlov knew the situation was dire, dozens of Ferocious Beasts were enough to tear them to shreds.

However, for the massive horde of Ferocious Beasts, these dozens were insignificant.

In other words, not only had they failed to rescue their companion, but they had also trapped themselves.

“Kid, you go first, you’re not an official member of the Hunting Team, there’s no need for you to wait for death with us.”

Orlov looked at Greg Jensen, his tone full of bitterness, “Take care of Natasha.”

Greg Jensen remained silent, nodded, then smiled at Orlov and stood up obediently.

However, he didn’t head back. Instead, he walked towards the direction from which the beasts were coming, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

“Kid, you’re going the wrong way.”

Thinking he was panic-stricken, Orlov quickly called out to stop him.

Greg Jensen stopped in his tracks, smiled, and said, “Alright, just stay put, leave the rest to me.”

“Come back! How am I going to explain this to Natasha if you die!”

Orlov reached out to grab him, but Greg Jensen was already dashing toward the horde at great speed.

Eugene’s eyes widened as he murmured to himself, “I was wrong, he’s not just a pretty face, he’s even braver than I am.”

“He left his gun behind!”

Someone shouted, and everyone turned to see Greg Jensen’s AK indeed lying on the ground.

By the time they turned back to call out to Greg Jensen, he had already disappeared into the vast tide of beasts.

And those dozens of Ferocious Beasts seemed to return to the horde, continuing to charge towards the pickup truck.

“It’s over!”

Orlov was dumbfounded, “How am I going to explain this to Natasha when I get back.”

“Such a good young man, what a pity…”

Just as everyone was expressing their regrest, roars of rage suddenly erupted from the beast horde, and gunshots near the pickup truck somehow grew closer.

“What’s happening?”

The group stared intently and saw a slender figure, wielding a single blade, slashing his way out of the horde.

It was Greg Jensen!

Following him were five members of the hunting squad.

Greg Jensen, with a long blade in hand, sliced through the attacking Ferocious Beasts as though he was cutting through vegetables, each one falling in two under his blade.

The other members of the Hunting Team, following behind him, each held guns to fend off any beasts attempting to pounce.

Seeing how formidable Greg Jensen was, everyone was stunned into silence.

It was the seasoned Orlov who reacted first, bellowing, “Fire to support him now!”

The group snapped to their senses quickly and aimed at the Ferocious Beasts surrounding the six people, firing burst shots to relieve their pressure.

With Greg Jensen cutting a path in front, the five-member squad providing covering fire from behind, and the support from Orlov and the others, the six men fought their way out through hundreds of Ferocious Beasts.

Wherever they passed, limbs and torsos of the beasts littered the ground, and they left behind a hundred-meter long blood trail beneath their feet.

A moment later, when the two groups finally met, the horde of Ferocious Beasts seemed to sense the danger and, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, retreated in disarray.

At this moment, Greg Jensen was enveloped in blood from head to toe, as if he had been fished out of a river of blood.

Every step he took left a bloodstained footprint behind.

Orlov stood up incredulously, watching as Greg Jensen approached slowly, the heavy stench of blood hitting him as if he were facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The others also stood solemnly, reverence written in their eyes.

In their view, Greg Jensen at that moment was like a war god from hell, breaking free of his chains, returning to the world of the living.