Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 847 - 549 Half-Dragon

Chapter 847: Chapter 549 Half-Dragon

Gaven flicked his wrist, and the Serpent Hilt Curved Sword flew from his left hand, impaling a slaver sailor trying to flee and pinning him to the deck. The next second, his left hand lit up with dazzling silver light, and countless crystal fragments shot out in a fan shape.

Crystal Burst Shot.

Second Circle Area Attack Special Ability.

The dense crystal fragments were particularly effective against these armorless slaver sailors. The first few struck were turned into sieves, with seven or eight wounds gushing blood simultaneously. They didn’t even grunt before collapsing dead on the spot.

Those who rapidly tried to escape, facing away from Gaven, fared slightly better. At least after being knocked down by the mass of crystals, they could still flounder around for a while, many trying to grab healing potions from their Combat Belts.

But the killing machine behind them didn’t give them that chance. He retrieved his previously thrown weapon and began a new round of harvesting.

From the moment Gaven boarded the ship to when he began his brutal harvest, it was actually only two rounds of time.

His current method of combat was neither purely that of a warrior nor solely that of an Arcane Adept, but more like a Psychic Warrior.

However, compared to a mere Psychic Warrior, his techniques were more varied and harder to defend against.

Because psychic attacks are often invisible and intangible, virtually impossible to guard against, many of them also include a psychic intimidation effect.

In the past, there were concerns about not having enough Psychic Power Points, needing to be reserved and cautious.

But with the increase in Professional Level, especially after the activation of the Arcane Soul Tower, his accumulation speed of Spiritual Energy points was frightening. His total Professional Level now was eleven, Psychic Sorcerer Level eight (excluding the three levels as a Mage, hence the Mage is also level eight), owning ninety-four Psychic Power Points without activating any Special Abilities, and could surge by an additional twenty points once his Intelligence reached Legendary. Even a pure Transcendent Psychic Sorcerer didn’t have as many Psychic Power Points as he did.

Level one and two Special Abilities required so few points that it was laughable; level one needed only one point, and level two just three points.

With the Psychic Power Points in Gaven’s hands, he had enough to sustain a small-scale war.

A single Psychic Bullet and a Crystal Cluster which only cost six Spiritual Energy points had half of a squad of slaver sailors lying down; during the chase, there was no need to use Psychic Abilities anymore.

While chasing the scattered slaver sailors, Gaven also kept an eye on the condition of the Hobgoblin Giants who boarded with him.

He had led fifty Hobgoblin Giants as the main force to seize the ship, among them ten split across four fast boats attacking the flagship, while the remaining forty split into two groups of twenty each attacking the other two three-masted sailing ships. Though they were greater in number, they were still in a supporting role. Their main purpose was to pin down the two three-masted sailing ships, preventing them from supporting the main battleship or escaping at ease.

Three Hobgoblin Giants had boarded with Gaven.

The situation they faced was hardly different from Gaven’s, each faced by a Sailor Leader commanding seven or eight slaver sailors, standard combat squads for them.

Their equipment was also similar, each Sailor Leader armed with a Gnome Alchemical Firearm, indicating that these weapons could now be mass-produced and they had a relatively stable source.

Caught off guard, the three Hobgoblin Giants also each took a shot; they were not as fortunate as Gaven. With only a Stone Skin Spell providing ten points of Damage Reduction, they couldn’t withstand the blast of the Gnome Alchemical Firearm, resulting in large, bloody wounds the size of fists on their bodies.

But that was all; those selected as the first wave of attackers were naturally among the elite of the elite, all possessing Transcendent Life Dice, with life force in the hundreds. Such attacks, even taking three or five hits, wouldn’t kill them.

Moreover, they were equipped with either Fast Healing Rings or Regeneration Rings, which rapidly healed their wounds.

Such injuries did not become an impediment for them; instead, they triggered their ferocity. With huge weapons swung in full circle, no slaver sailor could withstand a single blow from them.

Once struck by their massive weapons, if the sailors weren’t cleaved in two, they would become rolling gourds, flung hard to the ground.

Their fighting awareness was equally strong. After gaining a bit of stability, they leapt again, quickly converging towards the Hobgoblin Giant in the middle, then they collectively moved towards Gaven, obviously trying to join forces with him.

The combat strength erupted by the three converging Hobgoblin Giants wasn’t as simple as one plus one equals two; it far exceeded that, backing each other up without any hesitation, they unleashed their attacks freely.

No matter how numerous the slaver sailors were, only about a dozen could surround them at a time; the rest were blocked outside.

Accompanied by a mysterious shout, Gaven only felt the Magic Power surrounding his body being rapidly drained. His body felt like a deflating balloon, quickly shrinking, reverting to his normal body type, and several supporting spells were also stripped from him.

Without a second thought, Gaven leapt forward.

The next second, countless thick black tentacles emerged from where he had just stood, flailing wildly, trying to grasp everything nearby to immobilize it.

Crack!

A towering Lightning Binding, simultaneously thundered through. Even though Gaven had already moved far away, a great amount of electricity was still absorbed by his Combat Armor, leaving him slightly numb, his limbs uncontrollable.

Three-circle Dispel Spell.