Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 854 - 551 Overbearing_2

Chapter 854: Chapter 551 Overbearing_2

Since the new deal had been settled, the Slave Trade Group no longer held any value to him.

"That’s the best outcome," Gaven said happily.

The ship battle did not cease due to the duel between the two; following the boarding of the Hobgoblin Giant came General Kopofiel and his sailors.

After sweeping the slave traders from the deck, they did not immediately rush into the cabin for close combat. Instead, the attending female mage tore up several scrolls of the Death Cloud Spell, allowing a large amount of green poison to penetrate the ship’s cabin.

Magic effectiveness not only depended on the level, but also on the unique circumstances of its use.

In some environments, even lower-level spells could exert greater power than higher-level spells.

The use of the Death Cloud Spell in a ship seizure was such a case.

The poison gas being heavier than air began to gather towards the depressions, and its gaseous nature allowed it to infiltrate everywhere.

The entire cabin was a confined space—this confinement was mainly against the exterior; apart from specialized water-tight compartments, the internal sealing wasn’t that strict.

The effective counter against it was the spellcasters’ Dispel Magic.

In the current situation, those spellcasters would hardly be waiting to die in the cabin; capable as they were of casting Dispel Magic, they naturally could also cast Anywhere Door and had escaped from the cabin at the first opportunity, each saving their own lives.

The situation below confirmed this, as many slave trader sailors prepared to make their last stand in the cabin, burst through the door outwards, braving the poisonous mist.

Most of the Hobgoblin Giants simply squatted there, waiting to catch them like rabbits; this time, however, they did not kill everyone but tied up those who were willing to kneel and surrender. Those who attempted to stubbornly resist were cleaved in two.

Seeing the opponents accept surrender, more slave trader sailors rushed out, knelt down, and surrendered. Although they did not know what bleak fate awaited them next, it was better than being poisoned alive.

A slave trader with a deceitful face shouted loudly, "I have critical information to report—below there are... ah..."

Before that slave trader could finish his sentence, he received a slap, the immense strength of the Hobgoblin Giant smashing his entire jaw, leaving him unable to speak.

The Hobgoblin Giant said gruffly, "Shut up, is this a place for you to talk? The fact we’re sparing your lives is already a mercy from the boss!"

The slave traders around him immediately fell silent, shoulders slumped and necks bowed low, not daring to play any more tricks; among them were no few clever ones who knew what that slave trader had intended to say.

It was simply that there were still slaves imprisoned inside the cabin.

This indiscriminate spell would kill them all, but these killing gods didn’t want to hear that news.

Since they didn’t know, they acted without reservations, and when they later found the slaves were already dead, the blame would not fall on them but on these slave traders.

This was war—if there were simple methods unused, they would have to use the lives of many soldiers to secure victory.

Compared to the lives of those strangers slaves, the Conqueror Army cared more for the lives of their own soldiers; this had been implicitly agreed upon when devising the battle tactics, even the conservative General Kopofiel had not considered the possibility.

After the first three minutes of casting the Death Cloud Spell, slave traders were still emerging; afterwards, even the noises inside the cabin lessened.

After ten minutes, when the Death Cloud Spell’s duration ended and the magic poison cloud automatically dissipated, General Kopofiel charged into the cabin leading the Tesser Sailors.

In such a narrow environment, the Hobgoblin Giant was useless and had to rely on these regular sailors.

The Death Cloud Spell in this confined environment was brutal enough against these ordinary soldiers; none below Transcendent level could endure it for ten minutes with their Constitution alone, and those above Transcendent, even if they withstood it, were badly poisoned with only twenty to thirty percent of their combat strength remaining—no match for the grouped Tesser Sailors who overwhelmed them with ranged attacks.

It turned out that even the sealed compartments defended by those slave traders weren’t as troublesome as expected.

A single Wood Shaping Technique could open a big hole on the cabin or twist the doors out of shape.

If the resistance inside was too strong, they could simply throw another Death Cloud Spell inside.

If only a few people were left, they would then launch a full assault.

These two tactics never got a chance to show their strength; as soon as the slave traders inside the sealed compartments realized they couldn’t hold back the enemy, they immediately knelt down and surrendered.

General Kopofiel soon emerged from the cabin, quickly approached Gaven, and said, "Sir, there’s a minor issue that requires your personal intervention; a few heads of the Slave Trade Group have holed up in the compartment housing the Pirate’s Turbine, demanding to be let go or else they’ll destroy the Pirate’s Turbine."

Gaven couldn’t help but laugh, "There really are some idiots in this world who can’t see the situation; after fighting to this extent, haven’t they realized that kneeling and surrendering is their only way out? Alright, leave it to me."

In this respect, he indeed had an advantage that ordinary warriors did not possess.

When he entered the cabin, the battle was practically over; the Tesser Sailors were cautiously ensuring the dead slave traders were truly dead by finishing them off.