Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 473 - 411 Blasting Beetle_1

Chapter 473: Chapter 411 Blasting Beetle_1

"The Saint descends!" Fear, not joy, surfaced on Regina’s face, "A being of this level waging war on the Material Plane will cause devastating destruction, even if we were to win, I fear your city would no longer be safe."

Even now, the Felen Continent remains engulfed in the shadow of the deities’ descent from last year.

Even in their Saint form, unable to wield their full divine powers, these deities still caused indelible damage to this land.

Every word and action of theirs merged with the Law.

Wherever they went, they influenced the surroundings with the laws they were most adept at.

Once they engaged in battle with equals, regardless of the outcome, the surrounding environment and ordinary people faced fatal disasters, countless lives and objects were lost due to their conflict.

Even the most fanatical followers of the gods eventually came to realize a truth: that the gods should remain exalted and worshiped from afar, and not descend lightly.

"This is our last resort, I won’t use it unless absolutely necessary," Zalanda clearly understood this as well.

After hastily agreeing upon their tactics, just as they were about to go their separate ways, a horde of decayed birds that were swirling around the Divine Root flew towards the two riders.

Simultaneously, a massive number of decayed birds rose into the air from the surrounding woodland, creating a siege from all directions. Each flock of decayed birds was led by a bird that appeared to be a dark Druid in transformation.

This was a carefully laid trap by the Divine Root for them.

In flight, neither bipedal dragons nor gryphons could rival the birds in terms of agility or speed.

As a large number of decayed birds began their coordinated assaults, the situation turned perilous, forcing both riders to employ all their methods of defense.

"I’ll lead the way, you cover the rear, there’s no need to entangle with them, remember to gain altitude," Zalanda said to Regina, "Shanoba, Slow Dragon Breath!"

The little statue of the Red Copper Dragon within the Crown of the North Wind on the head of the bipedal dragon suddenly lit up, forming a magic halo that enveloped her. The dragon breath, which inside her was of a strong acid attribute, turned into a misty cone as it exited, trapping the oncoming decayed birds squarely.

Though these decayed birds had plant-like characteristics, they were in fact still animals.

The Slow Dragon Breath was effective against them and deadly; many were immediately slowed as if in a slow-motion replay.

For them, it was not as simple as having their speed halved; let’s not forget, they were in the air, and the earth has a tremendous gravitational pull. When their wing flaps no longer kept up, their bodies involuntarily started to descend toward the ground.

The decayed bird, suspected to be transformed by a Moando Servant, was unaffected and charged through the Slow Dragon Breath. Just before reaching Zalanda, its body swelled, transforming into a giant eagle better suited for aerial combat.

Zalanda’s two-handed greatsword had long been ready, and with it, a fiery arc of flame surged forth as she brought the sword down in a powerful slash.

The solidity of this fiery arc made one involuntarily suspect that its sharpness far surpassed that of the greatsword itself.

The giant eagle did not dare to let it strike, abandoning the attack and dodging in panic.

But Zalanda was not fighting alone; in the air, the bipedal dragon beneath her was even more in peril.

The giant eagle dodged the fiery slash, but could not evade the dragon’s poisoned stinger—it pierced right through its chest, injecting a lethal toxin with paralyzing effects into its body.

Moando Servants remained vigorous, as for them, a Flying Dragon venom stake piercing through their chests was less troublesome than the Flying Dragon venom itself. This was the blessing Moando bestowed upon its Pet Servants, granting them an ability similar to the Holy Warrior’s divine grace. They would neither fall ill nor be poisoned, whether by common or magical means, and could safely consume any form of corrupt food, mold, and so on, as well as drink water that had been contaminated or poisoned.

Likewise, the biological toxin of the Flying Dragon venom was no exception.

Realizing that the toxin attack was ineffective, Shanoba did not try to shake off the Giant Eagle; instead, she forcefully picked herself up.

Normally, following such a pick, a bite would ensue.

Now, no such move was necessary, for a powerful Knight on her back had already swung a two-handed greatsword in perfect coordination, striking down.

The Giant Eagle had no way to avoid it, and its head was cleaved off by the sword.

However, it did not, like the Moando Servant whose head Gaven had shattered, grow a new one of tangled wooden material. Instead, it spiraled down as it fell.

The difference in abilities between the two Moando Servants was not due to a vast disparity, but because of the weapons they used.

Zalanda’s two-handed greatsword, even with a regular slash, was enveloped in flames, reaching extremely high temperatures.

At the site where its head was severed, the Giant Eagle had a layer of flame residue, which continued burning at the wound, suppressing its regenerative abilities.

Just as a Troll’s regeneration fears strong acid and flames, the regeneration ability of the Moando Servants was also restrained by fire.

Unlike Zalanda, who worked in perfect harmony with his rider, Regina’s Gryphon was only responsible for flight, not combat. The main fighting power was concentrated on Regina herself.

As she plucked her harp, a piece of music that sounded mournful at first, then sorrowful, and finally filled with endless fear, began to play.

The rotting flying creatures that trailed behind immediately plunged into chaos.

Some fled away from Regina, enveloped by fear.

Others abruptly changed direction and charged fearlessly at their companions, dominated by the notes of fear.

In creating chaos, Regina’s Fear music held an unparalleled advantage.

Taking advantage of the disruption among the rotting flying creatures, the two riders and their mounts gained altitude, breaking out of the encirclement, leaving most behind.

The regrouped rotting flying creatures pursued relentlessly.

From time to time, a rotting flyer would resist the terrorizing sound, closing in on the pair and their mounts, causing them considerable trouble.

Accompanied by a long neigh.

The distinct and beautiful figure of the Half-Moon Colt hurried forward, "Leave this to me, my lords."

Her arrival was like a boulder smashing into a pond, creating huge ripples.

The previous situation reoccurred; while many of the rotten flyers appeared to be chasing the Half-Moon Colt, in actuality, they had defected to her side and began attacking their former companions.

With Regina’s Fear music, a fundamental reversal took place.

The more corrupted flying beasts that swarmed toward them, the more that fell under their control and influence, sparking off a peculiar air battle in the skies.

The Half-Moon Colts held an absolute advantage. The numbers of corrupted flying beasts increased with the fight, while the other side diminished as the battle ensued.

"Didn’t I tell you to stay with Mr. Darnell? How did you end up here?" Zalanda said sternly.

"I sensed a change in the Divine Root’s direction and came to check it out," the Half-Moon Colt replied. "This was the result of a discussion with Mr. Darnell and the others."

"Nonsense, it’s trying every means to force you to show yourself. You’re playing right into its hands. Retreat, and do it quickly," Zalanda scolded angrily.

It was at the moment the Half-Moon Colt appeared in the sky.

The Divine Root suddenly stopped moving forward, its eight subsidiary tendrils spread open simultaneously, revealing a gaping maw beneath that resembled a Purple Worm, lined with layers of sharp barbed teeth.

Countless insects surged out from within.

These insects were different from the ordinary, not only because they possessed a terrifying size of nearly half a meter.

Their appearances were a hodgepodge.

They had the heads of mosquitoes, yet the slender bodies and wings of dragonflies, but no legs.

They existed solely for flight.

When they vibrated their four long, thin wings, their flying speed was astonishing, capable of matching the Half-Moon Colt at full speed.

It wasn’t until they drew near that it became apparent their bodies were semi-transparent, void of any organs a living being should have. All they contained was a full load of black corruption fluid.

There was a sense they would burst upon the slightest touch.

Zalanda and the others had no doubt, the insects would explode upon impact, causing a corruption blast.

Regina’s face changed slightly as she said, "They are not creatures, but beings between undead and constructs, my music attacks and control have no effect on them."

Compared to spells, musical abilities were the fundamental core of a Bard. Once ineffective, she would lose the majority of her combat ability.

"I can no longer affect them either," added the Half-Moon Colt.

"It’s an attack method specifically designed for you," Zalanda said with absolute certainty. "Don’t let them hit you. The corruption fluid inside their bodies is likely not ordinary matter and may have a restrictive effect on you."

"Got it. You’re too slow. You go first, I’ll lead them away." The Half-Moon Colt folded her wings and headed for the Mir Forest.

Her tactic was simple. Once the enemy gained the advantage of flight, the dense forest below became her advantage.

There, they couldn’t pick up their speed.

"I’ll go with you," Regina said as she swapped her harp for a beautifully crafted Elf-style longbow.

She didn’t need to adjust it; she just nocked an arrow and shot.

Several faster corruption insects were named and shot down one by one.

They were as fragile as they seemed, and what appeared to be insignificant damage caused them to explode loudly, filling the air with the stench of corruption fluid.

This corruption fluid was terrifyingly erosive. A few corrupted flying beasts caught within its range turned to piles of bones in mere seconds.

They were essentially a swarm of Blasting Beetles.

Regina didn’t give the Half-Moon Colt a chance to refuse. She promptly stored her Gryphon mount, which turned back into a small statue, and began a free-fall maneuver.

Spraying Life Force from her left wing, the Half-Moon Colt performed an angled sprint and appeared beneath Regina, not stopping as she dashed toward the dense forest.

During this brief delay, the gap between them and the Blasting Beetles narrowed significantly.

The corrupted flying beasts, confused by Regina and under the Half-Moon Colt’s control, charged toward the army of Blasting Beetles.

A series of loud pops and cracks followed, as numerous Blasting Beetles and corrupted flying beasts perished together.

The spectacle was tremendously grand.

A rain of corruption and erosion fell from the sky, cloaking everything below in a shade of dark gray.

To catch the Half-Moon Colt, the great Pet Servant spared no expense, using the Divine Root to spawn tens of thousands of Blasting Beetles.

The bunch that had just been spent was only a small part; many more were doggedly pursuing Luna, not even bothering with Zalanda.

Just as Zalanda had guessed, these Blasting Beetles were tailored by the Divine Root specifically for the Half-Moon Colt.

All their abilities were designed to target her.

They had only one mission: to capture the Half-Moon Colt alive.

A single blast attack contained a special toxin that could paralyze the Half-Moon Colt for several hours.

Although Luna was unaware of what lay within, she could distinctly feel the threat they posed, not daring to give them a chance to get close.

Frequently using Sprint, darting back and forth in the air, and evading the encircling Blasting Beetles, she folded her wings and plunged into the Mir Forest.

A succession of dense explosions followed behind her.

Numerous trees were instantly blown apart, and more succumbed to the corrosion, twitching wildly as if alive.

Most plants couldn’t withstand such a fierce assault and withered on the spot.

Only an extremely small number of trees frenziedly absorbed everything around them: mud, dead grass, vines, and other tree branches.