Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1082 - 627: Bead Curtain Roll-Up_2

Chapter 1082: Chapter 627: Bead Curtain Roll-Up_2

Their morale was already incredibly low, sustained only by the forced suppression and intimidation by the Blood Plunderers. Now, with the Blood Plunderers suffering heavy casualties, a gap to retreat towards the Far Sea Marsh had been forcefully torn open, making it impossible for them not to be tempted. Their lack of action now was purely out of fear of becoming scapegoats—they’d barely moved when they were killed as rebels by the remaining Blood Plunderers.

"Kill!" Gaven shouted with all his life’s strength, his voice morphing into a vast buzzing that mixed with a mad and sinister energy gushing forth from the Fine Gold Hammer.

"Kill, kill all these bastards, they want to die, why drag us to death with them?"

"Early death or late death, both are still death. Before dying, take down these damned bastards."

"You want to die, we don’t; clear a path for us, we want to leave this place."

"Kill... kill... keep killing, haha, slaughter all these bastards, everyone deserves to die, everyone..."

"Die, go die, all of you die with me..."

Every Monster Soldier who heard Gaven’s cry was completely ignited by berserk rage and anger within, and they frantically launched attacks on those around them, including the previously feared Blood Plunderers.

Sound of Mad Sacrifice, another powerful battlefield magic innate to the Fine Gold Hammer.

This was the best means to stir the situation, with crazed intents catalyzing actions they dared not even think of or attempt before, now they dared to do everything.

Moreover, these Monster Soldiers were originally cobbled together, with many races and tribes involved, who inherently had conflicts among themselves. Previously, under the threat of the Dark Castle, they had no choice but to join forces. Later, they were conscripted by Plunderer Karazgos and became tools in his Divine War, barely maintaining a collective whole.

When a handful of monsters around them launched inexplicable attacks, they could not just sit and wait for death. They mercilessly counterattacked, initially only those who fell into madness due to magic, but soon they realized that apart from their weapons and a few familiar faces around them, nobody else could be trusted. Any encounter was met with armed salutations, because if you greeted too late, the opponent’s weapon would have already swung first.

"No, this is not just Magic Force, this is goddamn chaos! Everyone, turn around with me, towards the Far Sea Marsh, towards the direction of the Abyssal Lizardfolk Army!" Gaven immediately sensed something was wrong. This was no longer purely magic force; rather, it was that the monsters, long on the brink of death, had their pent-up emotions fully unleashed and ignited by rampant emotions.

The entire Transcendent Mixed Forces Brigade immediately reversed their direction. They had the guts to charge headlong into tens of thousands of structured armies but did not dare to rashly confront the assault of tens of thousands of riotous troops.

This involved issues of morale, fear, and the like.

If within a short time, they could cause heavy casualties to the enemy, the rational armies often were deterred, especially those close to them. Once a part of them was deterred, not only would the threat they posed diminish significantly, but they might even become an obstacle to other soldiers trying to attack them. Thus, the number of enemies they faced at one time was not as many as imagined.

However, it was different for those crazed, out-of-control troops. The fear of death temporarily made them unafraid of dying—a seeming contradiction, but in fact, many outbreaks of madness were caused by this. They would surge forward one after another, heedless of life or death, until overwhelmed by their own limits.

This is what they often say, the stubborn fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who have nothing to lose.

Once any creature stops caring about their lives, their fighting power greatly increases, and those swarming, life-neglecting creatures are the most terrifying.

Now they were faced with such a situation; turning tail and running was the wisest choice.

"Stop, I command you in the name of Plunderer Karazgos, stop, all of you! Return to your positions or be executed on the spot."

"Whoever dares to disturb the military’s heart deserves death. You are the example. How bold of you to attack me, you’ve gone too far, die! How dare you?"

"Whoever moves dies!"

"Then you go die first!"

"Kill them all, let them all meet their Plunderer!"

Those Blood Plunderers made the most foolish decision, still trying to control the Monster Soldiers through killing and fear, making them obey their orders amid such chaos.

Such a situation would only completely arouse their anger, as they unquestionably lunged at them, using weapons, fists, teeth, knees, bodies—whatever means and weapons they could use, some even just held onto them, to die while clinging to their bodies.

A group already dominated by mad will could not be gauged by normal standards, as they only followed their animalistic instincts. This was somewhat similar to the Blood Berserkers, but this time, they did not fight in the name of The Plunderer, but for their own survival.

When those Monster Soldiers were intimidated, the few thousand Blood Plunderers could swagger around.