Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 555 - 453: The Power of the Thunderstrike Main Cannon_2

Chapter 555: Chapter 453: The Power of the Thunderstrike Main Cannon_2

The Shadow Walker Nightshadow was still hesitating. The image of the blasphemer, who had used only two attacks to blast away the Winged Nightshadow, was etched deeply into his mind and refused to fade.

The killer god was still hidden somewhere!

Though he was now stronger than the Winged Nightshadow, this advancement was relatively limited.

He couldn’t be sure whether his current body could withstand three attacks from the opponent.

"Coward! No wonder you’re beneath Masoji, never able to turn over," the Medusa Lord roared in anger, "Shadow, we’re leaving."

After speaking, the Medusa Lord no longer paid attention to the Shadow Walker Nightshadow. She activated her flying spell and flew towards the battlefield. Behind her, a black shadow appeared out of thin air.

The moment he saw that black shadow, the Shadow Walker Nightshadow’s pupils involuntarily contracted; he knew that this snakelike beauty still had hidden cards up her sleeve.

It was a Dwarves Elf Warrior, only, like the Shadow Walker Nightshadow, his body was entirely made of negative energy, emanating a chilling aura.

In terms of the solidity of his body, he was far superior to Bunir.

This was a Nightshadow Warrior evolved from a True Wraith that had killed its physical form.

This kind of Nightshadow Warrior was more powerful than his kind, who had transformed through sacrifice, because they had fought their way to this strength, little by little, on their own.

It possessed all the special abilities of a Nightshadow and also retained all the combat skills of a warrior.

The moment he entered the battlefield, his prowess was fully and vividly displayed.

With a single move, the previously troublesome Golia Mixed Combat Squad was wiped out.

The Golia Barbarian in the Berserk State could only withstand two slashes; his large battle axe was forcefully sent flying by a single strike, showing that there was at least a five-point disparity in strength between them, or else such a terrifying effect wouldn’t occur.

The Elf was slightly more troublesome, but she only lasted three slashes before a Shadow Blade thrown by the Nightshadow Warrior pierced her heart. Then a new Shadow Blade condensed in his hand.

With their two core combatants gone, the remaining members immediately scattered.

The Medusa Lord followed behind the path-clearing Nightshadow Warrior, chanting as she walked, and soon completed her spellcasting. The corpses she passed, whose eyes lit up with green light, were enveloped in a black mist and shakily stood up once more.

They were manipulated by undead necromancy, transformed into Undead Warriors.

"Seeking death!" An angry roar came from the sky.

Accompanied by a neigh, a figure rode at high speed, flying in.

He wore dazzling armor that could slice through darkness, a peculiar weapon resembling a Gnome Long-Hand Cannon emanated a bone-chilling coldness, and he rode a strange mount, a mix of three colors, resembling a Half-Moon Colt and a Pegasus.

Who else could it be if not the Rebooter of Mesnoel, who had previously given him a hard time?

The Medusa Lord’s and Nightshadow Warrior’s slaughter drew him out, and he went straight for the Nightshadow Warrior.

The Nightshadow Warrior seemed to sense the threat as well. He flicked his Shadow Blade, and a black soul fell to the ground, looking about seventy to eighty percent like the Golia Barbarian he had just slain.

This fellow had the ability to extract the souls of his victims directly, imprisoning them.

The Golia Barbarian’s soul let out an angry howl, trying to break free from the other’s control.

But when at the peak of his physical strength, he wasn’t a match for the Nightshadow Warrior, so how could he possibly break free now that he was imprisoned and controlled?

The Nightshadow Warrior sneered, and uncontrollably, the Barbarian knelt on all fours like an animal.

What made the Golia Barbarian’s soul even more frantic was that the Nightshadow Warrior used him as a mount, straddling his back directly.

He was a proud and free member of the Golia, a son of the mountains. How could he tolerate such vile enslavement? Rage uncontrollably surged within his soul, and his body generated a strong suction force, with negative energy uncontrollably flooding into him.

So-called Undead Energy is a combination of various negative emotions and negative energy.

The strength of a newborn undead is determined by two main factors: the strength of the soul before death, typically measured by Life Dice. Those with higher Life Dice are naturally more powerful, setting their overall growth limit, unless enhanced by special spells. Otherwise, a newborn undead’s limit is typically lower than the Life Dice it had before death, as the soul is damaged in the transformation process.

Second, the amount of negative emotions contained within the soul. The more extreme they are, the stronger and more likely it is to reach its growth limit. Conversely, an old person who dies peacefully and happily will have a much-reduced chance of being transformed into an undead, even with the intervention of magic.

This Nightshadow Warrior had clearly understood this concept well. Barbarians are known for their unstable emotions; with just a little provocation, the negative emotions would skyrocket. As massive amounts of negative energy poured in, the Barbarian’s Life Dice soon reached his level from before death.

The Nightshadow Warrior was not satisfied with summoning just one Golia Wraith, as it could not contribute to his upcoming battle. He reversed his Shadow Blade and plunged it into the neck of the Golia Wraith.

This Shadow Weapon, formed purely from negative energy, could harm both the body and the spiritual body.