Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 933 - 577: The Assault of a Formidable Enemy_3

Chapter 933: Chapter 577: The Assault of a Formidable Enemy_3

Even those who were the most grounded and lacking in common sense knew that lightning didn’t strike people haphazardly, let alone with such precision.

Six sacrificers were struck dead on the spot by the lightning, and apart from the High Priest who was still able to stand, the others were completely charred, shaking uncontrollably as they lay on the ground.

What followed was the Revenge Storm’s most devastating method of killing: countless massive hailstones, about the size of fists. They paled in comparison to the boulders thrown by the Gnolls, but the lethal power was incomparable. These hailstones fell from hundreds of meters in the sky and had irregular shapes, full of sharp edges.

Struck by them, you wouldn’t just have lumps on your head, but broken bones and split skulls weren’t uncommon, and there was no chance of dodging them, for the sky was thick with hailstones.

Unless you had a powerful shield, one that would not be shattered or deflected by the deadly hailstones, the Koutao Fishmen’s sticky bone shields were least capable of resisting such direct impact, and many were instantly smashed on the spot.

These Koutao Fishmen were ignorant, not stupid, and quickly found an effective method to cope—holding the corpses of their comrades high above their heads to shield themselves from most of the hail.

As for the moral concept of defiling corpses, even if they had it, which they didn’t, they couldn’t afford to consider it, with survival being the priority.

However, the problem was that the enemy’s attack wasn’t limited to these.

Along with the hail came dense, crackling thunderbolts, as many as fifteen or sixteen at a time.

And they never stopped.

Every six seconds, there would be another round, and another dozen or so Koutao Fishmen who had survived the hail would convulse and fall to the ground.

By this time, most of the Koutao Fishmen’s eyes were obscured by the raging storm, unable to see what was happening outside.

The continuous lightning strikes were no longer the power of the Revenge Storm but came from other Druid Spellcasters.

This was the combined force of four Fifth Circle Summon Storms and twelve Third Ring Call Lightning Spells.

In a short time, with only a few elite troops available, Gaven naturally prioritized the recall of those Spellcasters with large-scale lethal spells.

He had not anticipated that these Koutao Fishmen would have a group ability that almost outflanked the Gnolls of Weizemay New Village, yet it also allowed Zalanda’s Ninth Ring Spell: Vengeance Storm to be utilized to its fullest.

The gale brought by the Revenge Storm came quickly and left just as fast. As it dissipated and the sky was lit by incessant lightning, those who could see the aftermath took a sharp breath of cold air.

The Koutao Fishmen, who had previously gathered to perform frenzied sacrifices, now littered the ground as corpses, with less than a third still standing, all of them injured in one way or another.

Many stood there in a stunned silence, their bulging fish eyes staring blankly at the surrounding carnage, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

This was completely contrary to the divine prophecy they had received, which predicted their overwhelming victory and unparalleled glory. So how had it turned into a one-sided slaughter?

"Flag Guard Squad, follow my lead to kill! Primary objective is to kill, secondary is to seize corpses. Leave no corpse on the ground, take them all back with us." Following Gaven’s order and the fluttering Blood Oath Banner, a Magic Aura emerged, and five hundred Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry appeared out of thin air beside Yewen Pond.

This was of course the activation of the special ability, Blood Oath Summoning, that the Blood Oath Banner possessed. Though each Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry was counted as two, reducing the number summoned by half, considering the mobility difference between cavalry and infantry, it was a bargain overall.

Gaven opted to summon the Transcendent-level Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry instead of the even more powerful Hobgoblin Giants because what was needed were their mobility and number—not to inflict casualties on the enemy but to secure the corpses on the ground.

We must not forget, they were facing a group of Necromancers skilled in manipulating corpses, leaving bodies behind would be a considerable risk.

Their actions were swift, but so were their enemies’.

"Gaven... Gaven... Gaven, I have finally found you, I will kill you!" Accompanied by an enraged roar, a black mist furiously gathered on the battlefield, and an immensely horrifying figure began to materialize from the Shadow Plane.

At first glance, Gaven confirmed she was the monstrous Undead described by Serlemon, terrifying to the extreme, enough to give anyone who saw her recurrent nightmares.

Putting aside her appearance, her sheer size was enough to make one shudder—the embodiment of a monstrous entity.

What does giant size entail?

Only powerful Ancient Ancient Dragons like the Red, Blue, Gold, and Silver Dragons would possess such a size, while White Dragons could only grow to a giant size at their limit.

Speaking in terms of numbers, this meant a length or height of over twenty meters, a weight of more than twelve tons.

Twenty meters may not seem so exaggerated, but converted to a tangible object, it gains a clearer sense—regular six or seven-story buildings are around twenty meters high, and those extended freight trucks measure around fourteen or fifteen meters.

This creature far exceeded twenty meters in size; as for exactly how tall, without a reference, it was impossible to measure accurately.

Her upper body was not too extravagant, akin to an elf’s torso standing six or seven meters tall—of course, ’not too extravagant’ only applies when considered alongside her lower body. Viewed separately, it was shocking enough; after all, the highest building in Weizemay New Village barely reached this height.

Her lower half was grotesquely bloated and massive, like a small hill. Due to its phenomenal weight, the eight spider-legs could barely support it, so the bulk of her body dragged along the ground.

Both her upper and lower bodies were composed of piled-up corpses, of various kinds of humanoid creatures and animals, not chaotically assembled but with all faces pointing outward. Whether eyes or mouths, they were all hollow, staring lifelessly at everyone, as if crying for help or persuading others to join their ranks.