Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 339 - 280: A Battle of Wits_1

Chapter 339: Chapter 280: A Battle of Wits_1

Mr. Gaven and his team’s ambush site was not near the granary, nor was it in the Tesser Refugee Camp.

Instead, they positioned themselves in the forest on the mountainside near the Tesser Refugee Camp, backed by the mountain range.

This was done to accommodate Black Nanmu and Thornspike, whose enormous sizes were too conspicuous. If they were near the Tesser Refugee Camp, they would surely have raised the alarm of those cunning vampires.

After all, their visits to the refugee camp were not one or two instances; they wouldn’t fail to remember the presence, or lack thereof, of large trees nearby.

For ordinary people, an ambush from seven to eight hundred meters away might seem too distant.

But for two towering Treants with long legs, this was a mere two to three hundred steps, especially downhill, where they could move even faster.

Their position offered an excellent vantage point, not only allowing them to see what was happening at the granary but also enabling them to survey the refugee camp without obstruction.

The mist brought by the vampires was not a true fog that enveloped everything in sight; at most, it was a thin layer clinging close to the ground, not even dense enough to shroud taller constructions.

When they charged into the granary, and the Sanctum was activated, the black mist they brought with them naturally dissipated.

And that was the moment Mr. Gaven and his team would come to the rescue.

An unexpected development forced them to halt their steps of reinforcement.

Right before they attacked the granary, the vampire mist split in two.

One part remained to assault the granary, while the other surged towards the mountainside where Mr. Gaven was located.

This made Mr. Gaven and his team suspect for a moment that their whereabouts had been exposed, and the vampires had dispatched a portion of their forces to wipe them out.

The ambushers were few, but elite; even facing this sudden turn of events, they could contain their impulses and watch quietly for changes.

They wouldn’t expose their location until the very last moment.

As it turned out, it was a false alarm.

The wave of vampire mist didn’t continue up the mountainside but circled around the granary and the church, stopping here and there along the way.

After observing for several minutes.

Dwarves Soulsnare Daphne whispered urgently, "Sacrificial Array, hurry and stop it, there’s a vampire spellcaster in the mist."

"Sacrificial Array."

At these words, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically.

Regina repeatedly questioned, "Can you discern what kind of Sacrificial Array it is? Is it for summoning, or is it a sacrifice to the gods?"

"There’s no way to tell," answered Daphne, "but it’s definitely of the evil kind, extremely evil."

"It can’t be a summoning Sacrificial Array. The main objective of these Dwarves Vampires is to break the seal. By profane means, they essentially require two things: blood and souls. They’ve been attempting to use blood until now, probably realizing it’s ineffective; they’re likely preparing to use souls." Lord Virginia offered a rational conjecture, "The Sacrificial Array might be one that extracts souls."

Daphne nodded in agreement, "Very likely, since all Sacrificial Arrays involve souls."

"No matter what the other side is preparing, as long as we prevent them from succeeding, that’s all that matters," Regina said as she glanced at Mr. Gaven, who still lay wrapped up by Thornspike like a corpse, and couldn’t help but ask, "Can we wake Mr. Gaven now?"

Mr. Gaven had been in this state since before nightfall.

According to Daphne, he had been marked by the Goddess of Undead Vengeance, making him appear like a beacon of light in the night to all followers of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance—the more conspicuous, the brighter.

And this group of Dwarves Vampires was likely related to the Goddess of Undead Vengeance.

Setting an ambush here was probably like lighting the way for them.

To be safe, Lord Virginia had cast a seventh-level Isolation Spell on him.

This spell can put someone into a state of feigned death, not only evading detection and location by prediction spells, but also remaining invisible.

Regina could now see him because Lord Virginia had set it up that way; to everyone else, there was nothing but a pile of tangled vines.

Lord Virginia’s gaze flickered, and he shook his head, saying, "Don’t rush for now, attack."

Perhaps influenced by Gaven, she had a particular fondness for the element of surprise.

Gaven, protected by the Isolation Spell, was the hidden trump card on Thornspike; at a critical moment, he could potentially have a surprising effect.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When Thornspike and Black Nanmu started running down, although there were only two of them, the momentum they created was not small by any means.

Especially Thornspike, with the Dragon Oak War Banner fluttering in the wind, each step caused a minor tremor.

At best, they were jogging, with most of their energy focused on maintaining balance.

But their speed was not slow at all, a benefit of long legs, covering the distance of more than ten steps of others in a single stride.

Such a loud commotion could be heard even by a fool, let alone the exceptionally alert Dwarves Vampire.

Immediately, a horde of monsters charged out from the Vampire mist, full of ferocity.

These monsters were a mixed and disorderly bunch, including the massive Comanso Tiger, four-armed gorillas, and Owl Bears, among others, more than a dozen in total.

The monsters previously sent to attack the granary were not all controlled by the Vampire.

Awooo!

The Dog Demon, marching alongside the two Treants, howled to the sky.

Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!

Suddenly, countless responses echoed around.

Dozens of wild wolves rushed out from the darkness, converging alongside the Dog Demon and the two Treants.

Both teams were essentially invisible to the eye.

But in terms of momentum, they were very much like two squads of human knights.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thornspike fully embodied the nickname of Treant Knight.

From the start, Thornspike turned its arms into auxiliary legs, charging down the hill with six limbs.

After all, its upper body was too heavy, and while it was manageable on flat ground, going downhill was a definite issue with balance.

Once it adopted a charging stance, that problem was no more.

However, in the eyes of onlookers, this was not a knight’s charge, but a Siege Hammer charging forward.

A four-armed gorilla stood upright, furiously beating its chest with all four arms, then its figure visibly swelled at an eyeball-visible rate, turning into an enormous peak form, approaching the size of a giant monstrosity.

Enlarge.

This four-armed gorilla was not a common existence either but a mutated species with spell-like abilities.

It likely often took advantage of this power to bully others, being the dominant force in its own territory.

Thornspike’s charge provoked its competitive spirit.

Four arms supported its run, hopping and jumping as it eagerly charged straight towards Thornspike.

Initially, Thornspike didn’t have a suitable target for his charge, as his body limited him to lock onto targets of large size and above.

But now, he set his sights on that fool who knew nothing of death.

The result was as expected.

Even a Prince of the Foul Giants, a naturally Transcendent being,

was forced to use his own kind as a shield against the attack.

Not to mention an untamed beast that reigned supreme in a forest.

The ferocious counter-attack became a joke, as the beast got skewered on Thornspike’s huge log-like spear, turning into a new medal of honor for Thornspike.

Thornspike carried the four-armed gorilla, which had reverted to its original form, charging madly into the refugee camp.

Along the way, it kicked aside an owl bear that was too slow to evade and its thrashing tail swept away a Comanso tiger.

By the time they hit the ground, they were very much more out of breath than in.

The scene resembled a heavy truck barrelling into a small car during a high-speed chase, the latter sure to be severely damaged on impact.

As for the former, it hardly felt anything.

The strength of the two sides was simply not on the same level.

Though the Black Nanmu had a smaller frame than Thornspike, its level of danger was no less.

Not only because of the ever-whirling Touch of Agony, granting it a greater attack range in the air.

But also because it wasn’t fighting alone.

Four Dwarves Soulsnares, each more ferocious than the last.

Especially Daphne, whose eyes sparkled at the sight of a Comanso tiger.

The Comanso tiger swatted away by Thornspike didn’t even hit the ground before Daphne wrapped her arms around it.

No matter how much the Comanso tiger struggled and thrashed upon landing, it couldn’t shake off Daphne, nor could it possibly do so.

Because what Daphne had ensnared wasn’t its body, but its soul.

In the midst of the Comanso tiger’s unwilling and desperate roars, Daphne forcibly dragged its soul out of its body.

The freshly extracted soul of the Comanso tiger was still defiant and struggled fiercely.

Until Black Nanmu whipped it, pulling the soul into his own body.

Daphne followed suit and went in after it.

When she re-emerged, the soul of the Comanso tiger had become her mount, as docile as a kitten, running wherever she pointed.

This tiger soul did not become another Soul Prison; instead, it became Daphne’s subordinate mount.

The other three Dwarves Soulsnares, following her example, specifically targeted those who were heavily injured and half-dead.

By the time they stormed into the camp,

they had all become Dwarves Ghost Knights, with two Comanso tigers and two owl bears.

They probably found the four-armed gorillas too ugly or perhaps not suited to be mounts, for none of the Dwarves Soulsnares touched them.

Daylight Spell.

It was an essential spell against Dwarves Vampires, used to dissolve their dark mists.

But the Daylight Spell cast by Lord Virginia was quite creative; it wasn’t attached to projectiles like arrows or stones but was cast upon the Dragon Oak War Banner on Thornspike’s head.

Combined with the intrinsic luminosity of Radiance Cloth, it made the banner the most dazzling existence.

Wherever it passed, the darkness was dispelled.

But within the darkness, there was nothing.

"Show yourself," Lord Virginia commanded sternly.

An invisible shockwave radiated from him, rippling outward.

A slender figure suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes, as he was tiptoeing, trying to slip away.

He was the very target of their raid, the Dwarves Vampire Mage.

He was a male Dwarves Vampire, although he appeared even thinner than Daphne.

He didn’t expect that the monstrous legion he had deployed ended up being decimated in their surprise attack, reaching him without holding up even for a round.

Instinctively casting a high-level Invisibility spell, he tried to slip away.

But Lord Virginia, experienced in magical combat, dispelled the invisibility and flushed him out.

The Dwarves Vampire Mage hesitated for a moment and pulled out a Magic Scroll.

But before he could tear it open,

a green ray struck him.

In the blink of an eye, he was enveloped in the emerald glow.

Fourth-level spell: Dimensional Anchor.

It restricts teleportation-type spells, including Starry Realm Projection, Flash Spell, Anywhere Door, Ethereal Body, Spirit Travel Spell, Otherworldly Gate, Maze Spell, Otherworldly Transport, Shadow Walk Spell, Teleportation Spell, and a variety of spell-like abilities and Spiritual Energy.

It is one of the essential skills for Transcendent Archmages to combat.

The Dwarves Vampire Mage sighed and tucked the Magic Scroll back into his chest; it was a Teleportation Scroll.

He had not been decisive enough and missed the optimal moment to use the spell.

Now, he resorted to a second choice, casting a second-level spell on himself: Mirror Image.

He split into six and ran.

The enemy’s lineup was too luxurious and too bizarre.

His most potent and ferocious domination abilities were utterly ineffective against them because the creatures most susceptible to his control were humanoid.

He tried to dominate the Transcendent Yaling Mage, but the mage was clearly warding off his move, never making eye contact.

Even if he had seized a glance, whether control could be established was still a question.

To put it bluntly, the Vampires’ domination abilities directly manipulate the victim’s Soul and Will, enforcing obedience.

Ordinary people, unless exceptionally gifted, can hardly resist.

But once it comes to the Transcendent level, let alone Mages, even those powerful warriors are not easily dominated.