Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 848 - 549 Half-Dragon_2

Chapter 848: Chapter 549 Half-Dragon_2

Four-ring Ievar tendrils.

Three-ring Lightning Binding.

The spellcasters of the Slave Trade Group took action once again, this time all three at once. The spells they cast weren’t of particularly high levels, but they were quite practical and the coordination among them was seamless.

One was used to dispel their own support magic to reduce the chances of their breaking free.

Another kept them under control to prevent them from darting about and carrying out close-range assassinations.

The last one directly targeted them with spell attacks; against an enemy clad in heavy armor like themselves, Lightning Binding was far more useful than Fireball Technique.

When you launch an attack, it means exposing your position to the enemy.

One of the Slave Trade Group’s spellcasters was situated high above on the crow’s nest, with a bird’s eye view—that was the one casting dispel magic.

Another spellcaster was curled up at the entrance of the cabin, and from the direction of the spellcasting, it seemed they were the one initiating the Ievar tendrils.

The last one was positioned behind a group of the Slave Trade Group’s sailors, and the Lightning Binding had originated from him.

Seeing their ambush spells miss, the spellcaster who had unleashed the Lightning Binding turned and ran immediately. The few soldiers he had in front of him had no chance of stopping the fierce onrush of their opponents.

Gaven, however, did not bother with these three Slave Trade Group spellcasters. Instead, with a few bounds, he joined the three Hobgoblin Giants.

Because he realized that to maximize the efficacy of his psychic abilities, it was best to work with a group. In the midst of his leap, Gaven directly aimed at the densest crowd of Slave Trade Group sailors and unleashed a Spiritual Energy Blast.

This Spiritual Energy Blast was not the original Psychic Blast version of the Psychic Bullet but rather a bona fide third-level Special Ability. Its effect was very similar to Psychic Blast, only that it was an area-of-effect attack, sweeping all living beings within a sixty-degree arc and ten meters. If they were unable to withstand this direct soul-shattering attack, they would be stunned for several seconds, their Soul Consciousness severely disconnected from their bodies, leaving them weak, their weapons involuntarily falling to the ground, unable to act.

Being petrified in front of the three Hobgoblin Giants proved fatal; they had no chance to recover from the stun. They were either cleaved in half on the spot or crushed to the ground, and if not dead, seriously injured. More than twenty sailors from the Slave Trade Group perished or were injured within seconds; the rest instantly collapsed and scattered in all directions.

As for those three Slave Trade Group spellcasters, it wasn’t that they were truly being ignored and left to cast their spells freely. It was simply not necessary for Gaven to act personally.

There were not only four of them; there were also seven Hobgoblin Giants and rowers who had not boarded the ship, most of them equipped with crossbows.

Especially those Hobgoblin Giants, each of them carrying several Throwing Spears. They were waiting for the small ships to regain their Balance to launch another Jump Attack and were targeting their attacks. Naturally, these Slave Trade Group spellcasters prioritized hitting them, particularly the one who thought himself clever enough to climb up to the lookout post. By doing so, he indeed made it impossible for the enemy to approach him from the ground. However, when subjected to ranged Attack, his space to dodge was significantly limited. Once he revealed his location, he did not have a chance to cast a second spell before being shot down by a barrage of arrows, plunging into the sea, his fate unknown.

At that point, the four swift boats had essentially regained their stability, and four more Hobgoblin Giants leaped aboard the Three-Masted Warship’s deck.

"We can’t win, we just can’t. Run for your lives, everyone for themselves."

"Where’s the captain? Why haven’t we seen a trace of him till now?"

"Do we even need to ask? That sly old fox has definitely seen that we can’t win and fled on his own."

By the time the second wave of Hobgoblin Giants boarded, the battle for the ship was nearing its conclusion.

With only four individuals, they caused heads to roll in slaughter; now with four more massive creatures of terrifying size joining, how could the battle be fought?

Even a well-trained army would have collapsed at this point, not to mention a group of selfish Slave Traders, bound together not by loyalty but by benefit. Now was the time for every man for himself in the face of disaster.

All around, splashing sounds could be heard as they decided to use their superior swimming abilities to escape. However, the kilometer-long journey to shore was fraught with peril; the Hunters in the water were extremely sensitive to blood. With the ongoing killing, copious amounts of blood had been spilled into Dragon Lake, attracting all nearby Hunters. No matter how good their swimming was, how could they compare to those native aquatic creatures?

Many of the Slave Trade Group’s sailors who fell into the water never surfaced again. Only an outpouring of blood spread out like dense ink around where they fell. Soon enough, dismembered limbs, carcasses, and the dorsal fins of aquatic creatures appeared, and right before everyone’s eyes, these aquatic creatures feasted.

"Dare you to a one-on-one challenge?" The Blue Dragon Dragonborn who had first raised the alarm was still crouching on top of the mast and had shown no intention of joining the chaotic fight. It wasn’t until the battle on deck was nearly over that he called out loudly to Gaven, his eyes ablaze with fighting spirit.

Blue Dragons are an extremely proud and arrogant race, so the Blue Dragon Dragonborn who inherited their blood were no exception. The stronger Gaven showed himself to be in battle, the more fervent his desire to fight.

"What’s the stake?" Gaven had long noticed this unique existence. Since the other party hadn’t come down to join the fray earlier, Gaven had temporarily disregarded him. But in such a situation, challenging a one-on-one fight without a reward wasn’t something he was willing to do.