Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 217 - 178 Soul of Demon_1

Chapter 217: Chapter 178 Soul of Demon_1

The leaders were directly scorched and died on the spot, and those who remained also caught fire. They howled and struggled until they soon stopped moving.

The trap set by the great leader of the Black Reapers was a deadly one, and the animalistic creatures he dispatched were far more than just these few.

More animalistic creatures and Black Reaper jackalweres were charging closer.

"What is that?"

"Look up! There’s something flying through the sky."

"Didn’t we use a No-Fly Disk? How can there still be things flying?"

"The No-Fly Zone created by the No-Fly Disk is limited, and that’s beyond its range."

"They seem to be dropping something down, looks like stones. Watch out for falling rocks."

The Black Reaper jackalweres noticed the activity in the sky and couldn’t help but slow their pace, beginning to watch their surroundings cautiously.

This sort of makeshift trap couldn’t possibly be a third-party force happening by coincidentally.

The most likely possibility was that they belonged to the young Red Dragon.

This was also a trap, aimed at them, and they thought that the young Red Dragon who had fallen into their trap was the bait.

The more rational jackalweres stopped in their tracks, but the animalistic creatures didn’t care about any of this and continued to throw themselves at the young Red Dragon one after another.

"That’s Erde! What they’re dropping is not rocks, but Tremor Bombs. That’s Erde’s flying squadron from the Blackwell Tribe; damn it, those gnolls were supposed to be working with the Red Copper Dragon, but damn it all, they’ve sided with this Red Dragon. I’ve been played."

Blood Claw, who was far behind, recognized the identity of those dots in the sky at a glance.

Initially, it was precisely because he witnessed a high-altitude bombing that he realized it was hopeless and gave up on the idea of attacking the Blackwell Tribe. He didn’t even dare to return home and hurriedly entered a migratory state.

Unexpectedly, he had run into them once again.

One could only say that the young Red Dragon’s acting skills were simply too good. Yesterday, when he mentioned Blackwell, the hatred that seeped from his demeanor and very bones completely fooled him.

After recognizing the identity of the Blackwell Tribe’s gnolls, Blood Claw did not proclaim it, but instead, slipped away quietly on his own.

The clever creature realized that no matter who won or lost, there would not be any good outcomes for him.

The young Red Dragon surely believed he had plotted to entrap him, but in reality, until Nord suddenly came up with that switcheroo with the treasure chest, he knew nothing about this dragon-slaying plan.

Nord surely thought he had colluded with the young Red Dragon to ensnare him. Even if he didn’t harbor such a thought, his severe negligence would not be overlooked, and that madman would certainly not let things end there.

If he was going to be blamed, he might as well turn coat directly.

Nord had taken so many Black Reaper elites with him; their camp was definitely vulnerable.

There were a bunch of troops from various tribes forced to follow them, similar to him. Many had deep-seated grudges with the Black Reapers and had long been fed up with their madness. He believed it would not be difficult to rally them for action.

With this realization, Blood Claw ran even faster.

Before he could get far, a cacophony of explosions and the wailing of the animalistic creatures erupted from behind him.

This time, however, the cries of the animalistic creatures no longer carried their usual ferocity but were filled with endless agony.

A large number of Tremor Bombs had exploded and sprayed out strong acid that was corroding their bodies.

Due to the existence of the no-fly magic,

The Erde bombing squadron dared not fly too low and could not make precise drops. Instead, they resorted to saturating carpet bombings, dropping all two of the Strong Tremor Bombs they had at once.

That was a total of one hundred Strong Tremor Bombs.

Putting aside other factors, just the cost alone was nearly thirty thousand Gold Coins.

Thirty thousand Gold Coins thrown from the sky could kill a bunch of people, let alone turn them into Alchemical Bombs.

Within a radius of three to four hundred meters centered on the young Red Dragon, the entire area fell within the bombardment range, including himself.

Two bombs exploded right next to him.

He was splashed all over, causing his Dragon Wings to sizzle.

Despite the pain, the young Red Dragon felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

Because the gnolls and Abyssal Jackalweres who tried to surround him were in an even more tragic state.

Those with slightly lower health or worse luck were wiped out in one fell swoop by the explosions of several Tremor Bombs overlapping.

Even those who weren’t finished off were jumping up and down in agony due to the corrosion.

Just then, a slender figure suddenly appeared beside the treasure chest.

Roderick instinctively shuddered, almost unleashing a Dragon Breath upon her.

But upon seeing the figure clearly, he braked abruptly.

It was none other than the Yaling Lord, Virginia.

Could she possibly—

The young Red Dragon’s eyes suddenly brightened.

Sure enough, in the next second, both the treasure chest and the slender figure disappeared again—teleported away.

Hou!

The young Red Dragon let out a vehement roar of relief.

The invisible sense of restraint vanished along with the disappearance of the chest.

The Aino’s Black Tentacles under his feet also dissipated back into mist after the duration of the spell ended, and Roderick flapped his wings to lift into the air.

The situation had now reversed.

You beasts who dare to scheme against me, taste the wrath of a Giant Dragon!

The young Red Dragon turned and dived low, delivering a stream of Flame Dragon’s Breath to the densest area of jackalweres.

If Blood Claw was the first to sense something amiss and fled, then Nord, the great leader of the Black Reapers, was the second.

With no one interfering, Nord believed he had the strength, with those berserk animalistic creatures, to pile up and kill a young Red Dragon alive.

Now with additional factors, whether friend or foe, that possibility was gone, and retreat was the wisest course of action.

Everything else was now secondary.

However, retreating wasn’t as easy as he wished.

The enemy had cast a wide net around him.

All around him, densely packed, were green intertwining vines—an area covered in Entangle Spells—a dozen at least.

Who knows how many Druids they had employed.

But Nord had no choice but to charge into the area of the Entangle Spells.

At that moment, he tasted the pain of the young Red Dragon.

With every step they took, writhing vines tried to entangle them.

The gigantic Fangs of Slaughter had just broken free from one when a second and third vine swiftly wrapped around it, moving at a terribly slow pace.

Even more deadly was the huge figure that appeared in the sky—the Red Copper Dragon.

Damn it.

Aren’t Metal Dragons and Colored Dragons sworn enemies?

Aren’t these two dragons mortal enemies?

How could they possibly appear together?

Nord groaned in agony in his heart.

If the two giant dragons were in alliance, he couldn’t complain about being outmatched today.

Because he had completely misjudged the opponent’s strength.

The Red Copper Dragon was merely hovering, not diving down to attack just yet.

This made Nord itch with hatred; he had strength but couldn’t make use of it.

He struggled through a hundred meters or so within the Entangle Spell.

The sound of the young Red Dragon’s angry roar was already coming from behind, growing closer and closer.

Obviously, the opponent had escaped the trap and was coming for revenge.

The previous two Aino’s Black Tentacles must have thoroughly infuriated him.

Roderick, eager for his Dragon Breath to recover, dived down impatiently; he wanted to make this bastard taste the flavor of fear.

"Be careful, something’s off with this guy," the voice of the Devil Half-Elf resounded as a warning in the young Red Dragon’s mind again, causing his dive to falter.

The tall Jackalwere, showing not the slightest sign of fear, was instead flashing a mysterious and crazed smile.

A massive amount of evil energy was surging toward him.

His already larger-than-average Jackalwere body now seemed even more robust and towering.

Seeing the young Red Dragon hesitating, Nord screamed without waiting any longer, "My lord’s faith is unyielding, I am undying, you bastard, pay the price!"

Boom!

Nord, along with the gigantic Fangs of Slaughter between his legs, exploded violently.

The Black Reaper tribe’s leader, seeing no hope of escape, had turned himself into a human bomb.

The terrifying force of the explosion scattered his blood, flesh, and bones.

The young Red Dragon, diving down, bore the brunt of it, taking a barrage of debris head-on and was sent flying by the shockwave, spinning several times in the air.

It was a close call, had Gaven not given a warning; had he unleashed his Dragon Breath at that moment, even if he didn’t die, he would have been severely wounded.

"He’s not dead yet, follow my bow," Gaven’s voice echoed again in Roderick’s mind.

Hum!

A tremor rang out through the air from a large bow.

A sneaky Jackalwere of the Black Reaper, attempting to flee amidst the chaos, was struck hard by an arrow.

Although the young Red Dragon didn’t understand what Gaven had meant just now, instinctively, he pounced towards the struck Jackalwere.

This time he was smarter and didn’t get too close.

He unleashed a Flame Dragon’s Breath right onto him, encompassing the unfortunate Jackalwere and those around him.

The Jackalwere, the primary target of the attack, didn’t even grunt before dropping dead.

The large bow trembled once again.

Locking onto another Jackalwere.

Without a thought, Roderick immediately charged forward.

But this time, he didn’t use Flame Dragon’s Breath.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; he couldn’t.

Giant Dragons are not perpetual motion machines, able to use Dragon Breath endlessly.

The young Red Dragon would need to sleep and replenish the elements he had depleted within his body before he could use the Flame Dragon’s Breath again.

But his claws and teeth were not just for show. He directly bit off the Jackalwere’s head and then spit it out with a "ptui".

It was not that he was picky and wouldn’t eat Jackalweres.

Rather the taste of this particular Jackalwere was off, sharing a pungent and foul stench with the demons of the Abyss.

Hum!

The large bow vibrated once more, guiding the young Red Dragon.

Once or twice might be a coincidence, but three or four times is not.

As this Jackalwere was torn to shreds, he couldn’t help but shout towards the Red Copper Dragon above, "How did you find out?"

The voice that came from the Jackalwere startled the young Red Dragon.

It was clearly the voice of Nord, who had blown himself up earlier.

Gaven’s voice, full of mockery, rang out from atop the Red Copper Dragon, "Making use of a Soul of Demon to reincarnate through possession isn’t much of a skill. Once I’ve killed all these Abyssal Jackalweres, let’s see if you can still reincarnate."

Gaven spoke nonchalantly, but he was highly focused, carefully perceiving the fluctuations of the evil energy to find the next target for possession.

No wonder this Jackalwere faction called the Black Reaper was like an indestructible cockroach. Despite being eradicated by powerful beings working together, they always managed to revive from the ashes.

Strictly speaking, Jackalwere Monk Flinn’s brethren had ceased to be a mere Jackalwere. He had offered his soul to the Demon Lord and gained special powers in return.

These Jackalweres infused with Abyssal energy were usually individual entities.

But once Nord died, they could potentially become victims of his possession power, directly consuming their souls to take their place.

If Gaven hadn’t been a Psychic Sorcerer and hadn’t been engaged in special combat with the Foul Giants through the Dragon Oak Dream Realm lately, becoming highly sensitive to soul-related matters, it would indeed be likely that Nord would have slipped away.

Now that he was targeted, it wouldn’t be so easy.

This soul theft and possession obviously had a range limitation.

Otherwise, Nord would have simply returned to the Black Reaper Camp and taken the body of an Abyssal Jackalwere there. He wouldn’t have needed to jump back and forth among these Abyssal Jackalweres.

Moreover, with each possession, his strength would diminish a bit.

This is the Material Plane, not the Abyss, the longer the Soul of Demon is exposed, the more its power dissipates.

Gradually, Nord was starting to get desperate.