Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 310 - 252 Caliber and Justice_1

Chapter 310: Chapter 252 Caliber and Justice_1

While these shadowy figures whispered amongst themselves, countless tendrils of black mist withdrew from the buildings, walls, and grounds of Weizemay Manor, intensifying the darkness that pervaded the estate and pulling it once more into that surreal, dream-like state.

Without any need for a signal, these shadowy figures could distinctly discern the most opportune moment to strike, rushing towards the manor without order, fearing that even a moment’s delay would see the glory of battle snatched away by another, for there was but one Blasphemer.

Grand as Weizemay Manor was, the targets of these shadowy figures were clear: they made a beeline for the third floor of the manor’s main building without any intention to split up.

In their eyes, the Blasphemer marked by the Goddess was like a torch in the darkness, guiding their path forward with uncanny precision.

The manor was not undefended.

Along the way, they bypassed no fewer than five physical traps and three magic traps.

To their eyes, these were nothing but clumsy tricks, easily discernible and not a single one requiring the effort of detection.

The entire process was eerily smooth, arousing a deep sense of unease among the calculating Dwarves Elves.

Spontaneously, they halted before the main building of the manor, rapidly exchanging thoughts.

"I have a feeling something’s off, it’s been too easy."

"What’s abnormal about ease? We have the element of surprise, the Blasphemer doesn’t even know we’re coming."

"I think our operation has been too rash, we should wait a bit and scout out information on the Blasphemer. If he could disrupt the Goddess’s Undead Vengeance domain, he’s certainly not easy to deal with."

"Why didn’t you say this crap earlier? Now that we’re here you’re speaking up? Do you think we should just retreat?"

"Retreat? How could we? The temporary revenge domain has been activated, if we miss this opportunity, there will be no Divine Power for us to borrow next time. It might also alert the enemy, allowing them to prepare. We can only move forward now, not backward."

"For safety’s sake, I think we should split our forces, one group stays here for backup, while the other takes care of the Blasphemer."

"That sounds good, but who stays behind? Who attacks? If the Blasphemer is dealt with, how do we share the credit?"

"Do we need to say it? Obviously, it has to be shared equally."

"Fine, you go, I’ll stay here to back you up."

"What time is it now? Still here squabbling over schemes—do you want to die here? Enough talk. For this mission, there’s no turning back; everyone attacks together, sharing the risk and the credit equally. If it turns out to be a trap, we’ll retreat immediately and regroup with me—I’ve prepared a Teleportation Spell."

"Lord Sacrificer has thought of everything."

"Even though we attack together, we still need to divide the tasks. Lord Sacrificer, you and your men will lead the assault while you prepare the Teleportation Spell outside for backup."

"Let’s do it."

"Attack!"

The Dwarves Elves quickly reached a consensus, taking mere seconds; after all, this was enemy territory, and they dared not linger too long.

An arrow nocked must fly.

Already inside, they could not bear to be turned away without even laying eyes on the enemy.

Not only would their Goddess not forgive them, but they also suspected they would live to regret—once there was a chance laid before them that they did not cherish.

The Dwarves Elves did not opt for a direct break-in, but their bodies merged with the shadows, gradually fading into darkness.

Shadow Technique.

It was a simplified version of the sixth-circle spell, Shadow Walk Spell.

Though it granted the user the ability to traverse the boundary between the Material Plane and the Shadow Plane for a brief duration, it could not render their form completely invisible. Instead, they moved about as mere shadows cast upon the ground.

If one intended to travel long distances within the Shadow Plane, it would certainly be inadequate.

But for swiftly closing in on one’s prey, it was quite sufficient.

To those traps, they were nothing but intangible shadows; walls were as if non-existent to them, passed through with ease.

This was the blessing of their Goddess.

The Blasphemer might just be a lucky fool who inadvertently foiled the Goddess’s plan, his strength possibly not as formidable as imagined.

At least he had no means to detect their shadowy forms.

His previous luck was about to turn to ill fortune.

It would become the stumbling block upon which they would ascend towards success.

As success was within reach, these Avengers felt not excitement but an icy calm, even cruelty, as they firmly gripped their longswords.

It would only take one hit.

One stab, and the deadly poison, the Kiss of Revenge, coating their blades would fell a bull where it stood.

Without any agreement, their instincts led them to leap from the shadows simultaneously, all striking towards the Blasphemer who lay in bed, sleeping like a log.

They struck true!

At that moment, an undeniable thrill surged within all of the Avengers.

They could distinctly feel their swords piercing something solid.

Struck by so many blades infused with the Kiss of Revenge, even a Giant Dragon would struggle to survive.

But the smile that had begun to spread across their faces froze.

For they realized that their swords had not pierced flesh but Armor, a particularly thick kind, and the ringing clang that followed confirmed this.

"Hey, idiots, look here," a crisp voice called out from above the Avengers’ heads.

Instinctively, the Avengers looked up but realized their error instantly, wanting to close their eyes or turn away.

It was too late though; a small, exquisitely delicate figure appeared out of nowhere, fluttering butterfly-like wings as thin as gossamer, emanating a pure white glow.

Magic Trickery: Light Technique, capable of emitting a brightness akin to that of a torch.

Even for the Dwarves Elves, accustomed to the Dark Domain’s perpetual gloom, the light from the Light Technique was not bright enough to blind them.

But the problem was, that Pikespirit was simply too beautiful, beautiful to the point where they were unable to shift their gaze away, beautiful to the point where they could not use their eyes to see anything else.

At least a third of them were blinded on the spot.

Blind Beauty.

It was a supernatural ability to blind enemies with her extraordinary beauty.

This was the signature skill of a Naiad.

How could a Pikespirit possess the skill of a Naiad?

They no longer had time to ponder this question.

The Blasphemer had already leapt out of bed, dressed in Combat Armor that was clearly no ordinary material, a shield carved with a crown, positioned in front of his chest.

The instant he leapt up, an astoundingly large Hand Cannon extended out, aiming at the closest Dwarves Elf Avenger and pulling the trigger.

Boom!

The massive roar buzzed in everyone’s ears, reverberating through the room.

The powerful recoil caused the Blasphemer, who had not yet steadied himself, to plop back down onto the bed.

But the lethality was astonishing.

The Dwarves Elf Avenger who was targeted at close range was blown away, blood raining down in all directions.

Half of his body vanished without a trace, dead to the point of no return.

The Revolving Hand Cannon perfectly demonstrated what ’caliber is justice’ meant.

There was no need for Psychic Bullets to come into play; the physical bullets alone blasted the enemy to death.

Meanwhile, the sapphire embedded in the center of the Blasphemer’s shield lit up with an eerie glow, gushing forth and petrifying another Dwarves Elf directly facing it, one of the unfortunate souls previously blinded by the Pikespirit girl’s beauty. By the time he sensed something amiss, most of his body had been petrified and he couldn’t move a muscle.

"It’s a trap, retreat, retreat fast!"

"Idiots, don’t panic. Everyone, join forces with me, strike back. Now is the right time to counterattack. He’s alone. As long as we kill him, we’ll succeed. Who knows how many traps await us outside!"

"Damn it, why is the Shadow Technique failing?"

"No, we’re not in the Material Plane anymore. We’re in the Shadow Plane now, which is why our Shadow Techniques are failing. The entire manor has entered the Shadow Plane."

The remaining Dwarves Elf Avengers were thrown into complete chaos, seven men with eighteen different thoughts.

Some shouted for an immediate retreat.

Others bellowed that they should join forces against the Blasphemer while they themselves moved faster than anyone else towards the outside.

Some tried to use the Shadow Technique to Shadow Meld and flee.

Others, blinded, swung poisoned longswords wildly.

"You’ve all come here, and now you want to leave?" Gaven bellowed, throwing his Crown Shield.

The moment it left his hands, the Crown Shield’s serrated blade sprang out, spinning at high speed. It wasn’t a shield at all, but a fearsome gear.

The Dwarves Elf Avenger locked onto by the Crown Shield panicked, desperately dodging to the side. As for whether his comrades behind him would suffer, that was no longer his concern. Right now, he only cared about his own life or death.

But, behind the shield, another warrior lunged forward with a black muzzle of a gun pressed against his chest, and the trigger was pulled.

Boom!

The Revolving Hand Cannon roared once more.

Facing a point-blank shot, this Dwarves Elf Avenger had no escape and was struck squarely.

Compared to the previous unfortunate soul, this Dwarves Elf Avenger was luckier, wearing a relatively powerful piece of Magic Armor.

After the physical bullet tore through the Magic Armor, it lacked sufficient force to shatter his flesh and blood. It simply hammered down hard, caving in his entire chest.

This Dwarves Elf Avenger did not have time to feel fortunate. The Psychic Bullet that followed burst directly in his mind. The terrible Psychic Power completely shredded his consciousness, causing his brain to explode and harvesting that last bit of life from him, making him collapse thunderously to the ground.

After pulling the trigger, the Blasphemer didn’t even look at the Dwarves Elf Avenger, lunging towards the next one, as if he knew that the Avenger was no longer a threat. The thick barrel of the Revolving Hand Cannon was already aiming at the next victim.

The Dwarves Elf Avengers locked in its sights felt skin crawl, their entire body trembling uncontrollably, their whole potential unleashed, wishing they could run as far as possible.

It was too damn terrifying.

This bizarre weapon’s lethality was comparable to a Ballista Cart.

No, it was even more terrifying.

At least he was confident that he could dodge a volley from a Ballista Cart and even survive the wounds it inflicted.

But he had no confidence in escaping alive from this weapon’s blast.

Boom!

Another loud sound echoed.

But it wasn’t the roar of the Revolving Hand Cannon.

It was the Blasphemer imitating the sound of the Hand Cannon.

The highly focused Dwarves Elf Avengers were completely unprepared and were startled, instinctively sidestepping to evade.

Weapons of this firing type generally shot straight. Dodging backwards only sped up one’s demise, while side-stepping offered a chance to avoid the attack, which was the wise choice.

When they realized the opponent was bluffing, everyone shouted in dismay, knowing well the opponent wouldn’t do so without reason.

As expected, an unblinded Dwarves Elf Avenger let out a muffled groan, his back struck hard. While his Magic Armor blocked most of the damage, he was involuntarily propelled toward the direction of the Blasphemer.

His attention, completely absorbed by the murderous Blasphemer, he forgot about the high-speed returning shield above him, and by sheer bad luck, he moved into the path of the shield’s circuit.

The Blasphemer moved with the flow, stepping forward and pulling the trigger.