Chapter 295

Finally, the Hound of Tindalos ceased its movements. A loyal, indescribably marvelous aura emanated from the creature. Deep gratitude! "..." The Hound of Tindalos raised its head to the heavens and let out a roar. Seeing this, another hound immediately released its grip. Soon, the two hounds began seeking out their own kind, launching surprise attacks, instilling the sentiment, and converting them. Like a virus spreading with the rising and setting of the sun, a vast number of Hounds of Tindalos came to understand the true meaning of gratitude within an extremely short span of time. Just like that, silently and imperceptibly, this ancient, powerful, and transcendent race of kin, existing far above the timeline, quietly slipped away from the control of their Lord God, Nug-Yeb. They began to quietly encircle their former master. Across the timeline, countless hounds roared and shuttled back and forth, rapidly fusing together like sentient slime. An unimaginably massive, distorted Hound of Tindalos—one that existed across all timelines and shifted continuously in every passing moment—took shape. Within the dimension of time, inside an unknown and magnificent realm, a powerful Outer God rested in stillness.