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Chapter 344: Chapter 346 Surrender or Destroy – Submit or Perish?

Chapter 344: Chapter 346 Surrender or Destroy – Submit or Perish?

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Fog, endless fog.

Lide had not expected that the quest to find the Thunder Tribe would face so many obstacles.

Not only were there bizarre underground creatures that had never been seen before launching surprise attacks, but there was also highly corrosive poison fog and now, suddenly rising fog.

“Master, in foggy weather, it is best not to travel far, as many weird creatures appear in this weather, and the danger increases more than tenfold…”

Castro’s large body stood like a stout hill, stably blocking the wind from the front, but it could not block the rotting stench that smelled like decaying food.

“The foggy weather will last about a week, during which many creatures that normally lie quietly in the mud waiting for prey will actively hunt in the fog.”

Lide nodded at the dense fog rolling outside and didn’t say much.

After coming out of the swamp broadland where he had encountered the Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord, it took less than a Sunshine Hour for the swamp to start filling with fog.

To prevent danger, he quickly found a dry, hard piece of land to settle and had the 19th Level Divine Monster, Asreaga, clear the area of monsters and some hidden risks.

“Dylan, how many days can our supplies last?”

Level 12 second-generation Bloodline Dylan stepped forward, responding solemnly.

“Your Highness, according to your orders, we have carried enough Magic Blood for the entire squad to consume for a month.”

Although Magic Language Bats usually satisfy their food needs with common meat, Magic Blood, as a higher grade of energy, can completely replace common meat, so they only carried Magic Blood when they left.

Magic Blood had transformed from fresh blood into a Magic Potion, containing vast energy, and after being developed by the Dawn Mage Tower, it could now be kept in specially made crystal bottles for three months without spoiling.

This greatly reduced the logistical pressure on the Bloodline.

Moreover, crucially, once he realized that Demon Crystal could be cultivated on a large scale to produce Magic Blood, he ordered that apart from the newly dug blood pools used for the Bloodline’s daily consumption, all other blood pools be completely sealed to cultivate Magic Blood.

With the development of the Magic Crystal Veins, these strategic supplies of Magic Blood were being mass-produced.

“Once the fog clears, we will move out; everyone stay alert, this is not Dawn City, danger could erupt at any moment.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

As time passed, the white mist not only did not disperse, but it grew denser, and just five Sunshine Hours later, even the distance of ten blades ahead was invisible.

In such conditions, Lide did not dare to lead his team rashly forward.

Finding the Thunder Tribe was very important but not urgent; he still had plenty of time.

The newly arrived players had not yet managed to leverage the power of his base, and it was already mid-November; Frost was coming, reducing the possibility of various military conflicts and other large-scale wars, so there would likely be no significant changes in the situation for some time.

And so he waited, for three days.

Lide took advantage of this rare downtime to study magic in the dangerous swamp.

Asreaga was in charge of keeping watch; the Divine Monster’s keen perception was even stronger than his, making the duty of a guard post not too difficult.

After merging with Thunder Domain of the Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord, Lide came up with new ideas about the Four Circle Magic called Thunder God Descent.

Especially the way the Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord channeled the thunder into his body gave him profound inspiration.

Thunder God Descent was a Magic improved by Legendary Spellcasters and possessed tremendous power.

However, as improved as it was, not all improvements were flawlessly perfect, at least Lide could clearly feel that there were many areas of this Magic that could be further refined.

After undergoing Bloodline Transformation, his control over Magic and Magic Affinity had reached an alarmingly high level.

Moreover, with the feature of the Divine Artifact Fragment he possessed which reduced Magic Rebound by 50%, Lide fearlessly began to refine the Four Circle Magic: Thunder God Descent.

If any Mage knew what Lide was doing at the moment, they would surely think he had gone mad.

Not to mention that improving Four Circle Magic without reaching Transcendent was an incredibly fanciful endeavor, doing it in such a dangerous environment was outright foolish.

But Lide had never cared for the so-called Spellcaster traditions. Would he care about this considering he dared to refine Mage’s Hand at Level 10?

Yet, the greatest difficulty was not the Magic Rebound but the high count of 2900 Magic Nodes in Thunder God Descent, which presented a tremendous challenge for him.

2900 points were linked in his mind through Magic Circuits, forming a three-dimensional irregular model.

Now, he not only needed to figure out how this complex irregular model worked, but also needed to optimize and refine this model composed of 2900 Magic Nodes—the workload was unimaginably huge.

Especially since he couldn’t utilize the power of Earth at the moment, which only increased the difficulty.

Under these circumstances, it was impossible for him to return to Earth and have the Crimson Moon Data Analysis Department help him analyze before coming back.

If something went amiss, he might end up soaking in the blood pool for another half a year.

But Lide continued to push the progress of the refinement with his strong Magic Affinity, albeit not as fast as before.

“Father God, there’s a presence approaching from afar…”

On the fourth morning as the fog rose, while Lide was pondering over how to optimize the Magic Nodes, Asreaga’s voice came to his ears.

He abruptly stopped his refining action, stood up, his expression filled with vigilance.

He looked toward the direction Asreaga pointed, with a chilly tone,

“Can you discern their power and numbers?”

Asreaga’s savage, Crimson Eyes showed a hint of contemplation before shaking his head after a moment.

“Unable to ascertain the numbers, but the aura is weak and uneven, they seem to be pursued…”

Chirp~

Suddenly, a sharp and peculiar bird cry sounded from the direction Asreaga was pointing, and beside him, Koso suddenly opened his one eye widely.

“Master, harpies… this is the call of a harpy…”

Oh?

Lide was intrigued; harpies were common underground creatures in the Underworld, possessing the wings and talons of an eagle, and the body of a human, who most enjoyed hunting in groups to kill weaker prey.

When hunting their enemies, they emitted soul-piercing screeches that confused the prey’s senses before swooping down with their talons to end the enemy’s life.

But harpies were most notorious for one aspect of their race—they particularly favored capturing handsome human males to forcefully mate and bear children.

Often, the more handsome the human male who mated with a harpy, the stronger the offspring that resulted.

Harpies were the nightmare of many adventurers exploring the Underworld, especially for those who were both handsome and strong, as they might have been targeted by a harpy the moment they appeared in the Underworld.

Many men who had been captured by the harpies and managed to escape never dared to enter the Underworld again. Whenever they heard the call of birds, their faces would turn pale, and they would subconsciously clutch at their lower bodies…

“Master, they are getting closer to us, and it’s not just harpies… Do you remember the pile of half-elf excrement we encountered on the ground several days ago when we met the Corrosive Dragonflies?”

Koso spoke up immediately upon hearing the approaching sounds.

“Are you saying that those being chased by the harpies are half-elves??”

Lide frowned, wondering how a group of half-elves, weak as they were verified by Asreaga, had managed to survive in the swamp.

“Yes, Master, it’s unbelievable that these weak half-elves could survive so long in the mist…” Koso was also surprised by this.

Lide did not initiate an attack; he leisurely waited for the group of half-elves to approach, for they were heading in their direction.

It was then that Barney Grey Claw felt utterly unfortunate.

Gray Iron Castle had chosen these 30 half-elf soldiers to search for the extremely rare Swamp Black Sheep, only to encounter the legendary Swamp Mist right after entering the muddy swamp.

Despair struck them as they waited for the mist to clear, only to encounter a group of harpies seeking food.

“Half-body God above, if I can get back to Gray Iron Castle, I will definitely resign from this damned Guard Officer position!!”

Barney looked back at the harpies screeching sharply, hidden behind the mist, enveloped in despair.

These damned harpies were too numerous; if not for the mist, which made fast flying risky for them, they would have all been killed already.

The muddy swamp was deadly dangerous in itself, and traveling through the mist was a sure death-trap. Of their original 30 companions, 16 had just died, leaving only 14… “Ah!! No!!” Now there were 13.

“Run faster, damn it, get away from those disgusting harpies! This is the muddy swamp, they face just as much danger here as we do!! If we run fast, they won’t be able to catch us!”

Barney’s sharp claws fiercely gripped the ground, and his body sprinted rapidly. The feathers covering the lower limbs of the half-elf became streamlined as he ran, speeding him up even more.

Half-elf, Barney Grey Claw.

“Ah!!! Save me…..”

As Barney yelled, another agonizing scream came from behind him, reducing their number to 12.

Hearing that heart-wrenching scream, blood slowly rose in Barney’s yellow eyes.

This could not go on; they had to die fighting, not chased like rats by a cat.

Just as he was about to order everyone to gather and make a last stand against the ghostly harpies, the ground under his feet suddenly became dry and hard.

A look of joy appeared on Barney’s face, and his running speed increased threefold; running in the mud and on hard ground were entirely different concepts.

He saw a glimmer of hope for escape.

But just as the half-elf charged onto this patch of dry, hard ground, his figure suddenly froze.

The feeling of near escape disappeared instantaneously, like being doused with a bucket of ice water while sleeping in winter, his soul trembling, and his yellow eyes filled with terror.

The mist on this hard ground was somehow dispelled, allowing him to clearly see the nightmarish existence before him.

What confronted him was a One-eyed Giant standing seven blades tall, clad in metal armor so solid that not even siege crossbows could pierce it.

Indeed, the poverty-stricken One-eyed Giant was clad in full armor!!!

And that wasn’t all; beside the One-eyed Giant, there were dozens of massive bats parked, their immense bodies making him suffocate just by looking.

Half-body God above, have you abandoned your followers??

The most crucial point was that he had no way out.

“Captain Barney, why aren’t you running??”

The remaining 11 Half-Elves followed Barney to his side a few seconds later, just about to ask him, leading the way, but as a mountainous figure appeared before the Half-Elves’ yellow pupils, everyone fell into a silence akin to death.

If there had been a glimmer of hope for escape moments ago, now, no one harbored any illusions.

Death seemed to loom behind them, scythe in hand, reaping souls.

Chirp~

Just then, a piercingly sharp and eerie screech rang out again from behind, agitating and disturbing to the point of causing severe hallucinations.

Banshee’s screech.

The killer skill of the Harpies.

Whoosh~

In less than ten seconds after the Half-Elves stopped, over a hundred Harpies suddenly burst forth from the mist behind them.

Yet the Half-Elves no longer reacted to the danger behind them, all their fear was given to the Iron Giant in front of them and the giant bats staring at them with icy gazes.

Chirp~

After landing on the hard ground, the Harpies also noticed the presence of Koso, causing a moment of panic, but some bold harpies refused to give up and dived down fiercely, trying to kill their immobilized prey.

Whoosh~

The sound of air being split rang beside his ear, and by the time Barney realized it, he could already see the twisted faces and sharp claws of the Harpies.

“No!!” He suddenly pushed his unresponsive companion aside, and in that moment, Barney could feel the harpy’s claws about to pierce his heart.

Puff~

At that mortal moment, the Harpy’s body exploded, blood splattering everywhere, covering Barney’s face, and the intense smell of blood brought him back to his senses.

He slightly lifted his head, and there stood a terrifying being three blades taller than him, with curved sharp horns on its head, Demon Wings studded with barbs on its back, and a body engraved with blasphemous language of old.

The extremely evil aura emanating from it was like the abyss torturing his soul, devouring his flesh, tearing his body apart bit by bit.

Two Half-Elves beside him collapsed on the ground in fright as they saw Asreaga, wetting themselves immediately.

What, what, what is this???

Such an aura, how could such a terrifying presence exist in this world??

Immediately after, a voice Barney would never forget resounded by his ear.

“Asreaga,

Leave two Harpies,

The rest,

Kill them.”

Barney sharply turned his head, then saw an extremely handsome and elegant figure gradually approaching from not far away.

Behind him was the Iron Beast, while the giant bats seemed to be gazing at their master.

His crimson eyes made Barney’s heart tremble.

Vampire? How could vampires exist here?

Huh~

A swooshing sound passed by his ears.

Pfft~

“Ah!!”

With the first harpy’s scream, the prelude to death commenced.

Barney turned his head again, that terrifying existence that made his soul shiver had already vanished from its spot; he could vaguely see the demon wings flapping, drawing countless afterimages in the air with incredible speed.

Then the screaming harpies were crushed as easily as quail eggs.

Pfft~

The sound of bursting was incessant.

The afterimages streaked across the sky, the harpies exploded to their deaths.

A slaughter, a bloody slaughter began the moment the harpies, driven into a corner by the Half-Elves, found themselves akin to lambs to the slaughter upon Asreaga’s ascent.

Resist? When the Divine Monster began emitting that atmosphere of extreme evil, these underground creatures, averaging Level 9 and Elite Level 10, were instantly terrified.

A minute later, Asreaga returned to Lide, carrying two trembling harpies, and casually threw them on the ground.

The cruelty in those crimson eyes was unabated, the brief slaughter barely sating his inner desire for destruction.

“Father God, all enemies have been annihilated.”

Lide watched the Divine Monster and nodded slightly; the fight was not even on the same level, he didn’t bother having anyone else participate.

He looked down at the trembling harpies on the ground, his expression quite intriguing.

The harpies were truly a chilling sight for any man, quite distinctive indeed.

With two gray-black eagle wings extending about three blades long, their height was about 1.7 blades.

What was particularly striking was that instead of human legs, they had sharp eagle claws, glowing with a dark blue venomous light as lethal as daggers, capable of easily tearing apart a warrior’s armor.

Their bodies were of normal humans, the wheat-colored skin quite eye-catching, with only vital areas covered by leaves, faces that seemed fairly normal, but their twisted, ferocious expressions were filled with a repulsive air.

He glanced at the harpies’ attributes, finding nothing special, and quickly lost interest, considering them of little value.

Then his gaze shifted to the twelve Half-Elves who dared not make any movements; compared to the peculiar harpies, the Half-Elves appeared much more normal.

The upper bodies were human, faces appearing to be in their twenties to thirties, with stiff gray-black short hair, all dressed in standard gray leather jackets, their strong muscles making the jackets bulge out.

Each carried a longbow on their back but the quivers at their waists were devoid of arrows.

The lower bodies, however, were a stark contrast, covered in feather and structurally avian, particularly the three huge meaty claws – not particularly sharp, yet wholly different from human.

Completely fitting the image of Half-Elves in a magical world.

“Where do you come from, Half-Elves…”

Hearing Lide’s question, everyone jolted; Barney looked at Asreaga with fear, then solemnly responded to Lide,

“Respected mighty one, we come from Black Iron Castle…”

Speaking the common language of the continent, the Half-Elves had no unique racial language.

Black Iron Castle?

Lide raised an eyebrow and turned to Koso, “Koso, where is Black Iron Castle? How far is it from the Mud Swamp?”

Taking two steps forward, the ground trembled slightly under Koso, a sound like distant thunder followed.

“Master, it is a small underground city outside the Mud Swamp ruled by a true Underground City; it’s about a three-day journey.”

Three days? Lide nodded, that would be about five to six hundred kilometers?

He had a fair judgment of the distances mentioned by Koso.

“Half-Elves, what brings you to the Mud Swamp?”

Fear descended.

The aura activated, instantly overwhelming these twelve Half-Elves, all Level 10, with a suffocating soul-crushing presence.

Already frightened, the Half-Elves’ legs weakened further, their teeth involuntarily chattering.

“Respected lord, we, we….” A few Half-Elves opened their mouths to say something but seemed hesitant, ultimately remaining silent.

“Speak,” Lide, uninterested in further delay, pointed directly at Barney who had just spoken.

Barney nodded, his expression still composed.

“Lord, Lord Doli of Black Iron Castle was attacked by a Corrosive Demon Snake, poisoned severely, and only the milk of the Swamp Black Sheep can detoxify him; we are here to find the Swamp Black Sheep.”

“Just you folks?”

“A total of 20 teams, each comprising 30 people, entered the Mud Swamp in different batches to search.”

“Did you find them?”

“No,” Barney shook his head, his expression despondent, “We spotted the Swamp Black Sheep a few times, but they always managed to escape. Then, when the fog rose, we encountered the harpies…”

Clearly, their unfortunate experiences had seriously affected these Half-Elves.

Lide frowned slightly, “How did you avoid the fog and dangers of the swamp?”

The composure of this young Half-Elf piqued his interest, as surviving in the Mud Swamp was no simple feat, as evidenced by their recent encounters.

Taking a deep breath, Barney replied solemnly to the one who could easily decide his fate,

“Lord, I possess a talent for Danger Perception that allows me to avoid some dangers ahead of time.”

Oh?

This guy had something interesting, the composure and rationality of this Half-Elf made Lide nod slightly, pondering for a moment, then looking at him with interest.

“Now, your value to me is close to zero, but your performance has earned you an opportunity, a chance for all of you to survive.

You have five minutes to persuade me.”

After speaking, he leisurely watched the Half-Elf, holding life and death in his hands; he had no need for valueless captives.

Unexpectedly, the young Half-Elf didn’t rush to respond but took a deep breath, glanced at all the surrounding Half-Elves, then fixed his gaze on Lide.

Then, neatly kneeling on one knee, “Respected lord, you hail from the surface, right?

Have you come to the Underworld seeking certain items, or to conquer this land, or perhaps to amass great wealth?”

Lide’s mouth turned in an amused smile.

“If I want everything…”

“If you are looking for something, my talent can not only perceive danger but also has an extremely sharp intuition; I can sense the approximate location of the things you desire. I can guide you and help you find them faster.

If you wish to occupy this land, I believe there’s no one better acquainted with this land in the Underworld than the Half-Elves; we can guide your army.

If you want to acquire wealth, we know several lairs of races and monsters fond of hoarding treasures. Perhaps you will find a rich haul.”

After saying this, the young Half-Elf anxiously looked at him as if waiting for a judge’s verdict.

Lide gave a slight smile. Although nothing the other party said was particularly moving, the ability to remain calm under such pressure was indeed noteworthy.

After a moment of contemplation, a hint of thoughtfulness appeared in his eyes.

A few Half-Elves were inconsequential, their performances mattered little, but the implications of their backgrounds were different.

The words “Half-Elf” and “Underworld City” were tightly interconnected.

“Have you been to the main city of the Half-Elves?”

“The main city, you mean Liusi City?”

Liusi City?

“Yes, the largest underground city in the Underworld.”

“I have been there, my lord, it is a breathtakingly magnificent city…”

“What about the city’s weaponry, what is its production efficiency like…”

“My lord…”

“…”

Through this young Half-Elf, Lide gleaned a rough understanding of the Underworld City.

It must be said that the capabilities of the Half-Elves were quite strong; they had already established a basic magical industrial system, at least capable of constructing longbows, quivers, siege crossbows, and other military weapons on their own.

Furthermore, life for the Half-Elves in the Underworld City was not too bad—they suffered no shortage of food, clothing, or housing.

From military, civilian life, economics, politics, and more, Liusi City—even situated in the surface world—would be considered a decent city.

What genuinely intrigued Lide was that all Half-Elves were born archers, their research into longbows even surpassed that of Dawn City. Like the longbow carried by Barney, crafted from ordinary materials but of rare quality.

This made him think differently; Dawn City was very keen on advanced productivity.

After confirming this information, he curiously opened the attribute panel of the other individual.

Barney Grey Claw

Title: Eagle Eye (Has the eyes of an eagle, vision +1000 blades, more likely to spot potential dangers)

Level: 11

Age: 29

Special Talent: Danger Insight (Naturally perceptive of dangers, can avoid most hazards)

Divine Archer (Possesses an exceptionally high talent in archery, precision consistently transcendent, shooting speed increased by 30%)

Bloodline Talent: Super Intuition (His sixth sense can vaguely perceive things his heart most desires)

Bloodline: Eagle Eye Bloodline (Possesses sharper senses and intuitions, all intuitive and perceptive abilities upgraded by one level)

Introduction: A young Half-Elf master archer, endowed with enviable insight and archery talents.

Unexpectedly, this guy’s panel looked quite impressive; he didn’t have many skills, but all were highly useful, no wonder he could traverse safely through the swamp.

After some thought, he decided to have this Half-Elf contribute more significantly to Dawn City.

“Barney, you’ve earned your people a chance to live.”

Barney’s face instantly displayed immense joy, the back of this young Half-Elf already drenched in sweat.

“Thank you for your kindness, respected lord.”

Lide smiled slightly, an unfathomable gleam shining in his deep eyes.

“Dylan, take these Half-Elves, summarize all information about Black Iron Castle and Liusi City from them.”

“You all, cooperate well.”

After delegating these tasks, Lide returned to sit under the large tree.

Seeing this, the young Half-Elf, Barney, finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing his life was saved.

This Half-Elf’s words had sparked additional thoughts in Lide’s mind; for the short term, Dawn City lacked the ability to travel the one or two thousand kilometers necessary to conquer the Half-Elf city.

If he could make some additional arrangements before striking full force,

then by the time Dawn City was truly ready to take action, they certainly would save a lot of effort.

Lide wasn’t overly concerned about this group of Half-Elves; he continued to immerse himself in refining magic.

His interest in magic was clearly greater than in these Half-Elves, and as for the two harpies, after satisfying his curiosity, Lide casually had the Half-Elves take care of them.

He certainly didn’t want to experience the chill of danger beneath him.

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The mist persisted until the seventh day.

The dense white fog finally began to disperse.

When the fog reduced to an acceptable level, Lide led the exploration team out once more.

However, unlike before, the team now included several Half-Elves. Although they stood out among a group of Bloodlines, the combination was inherently peculiar.

The process of searching always tested one’s patience, especially since a week’s fog had erased most of Thunder Tribe’s tracks, making the search even more challenging.

But the good news was that Coso was intimately familiar with the behavior patterns and movements of the Thunder Tribe.

They soon rediscovered the trails left by the other party.

“Master, the Thunder Tribe is currently migrating. After hunting down all the game in an area, they move to a new location to hunt again.”

Lide was somewhat relieved by this news. Staying in such an environment for an extended period could indeed be oppressive, so resolving the situation quickly was preferable.

Dawn City needed the powerful productivity of the One-eyed Giants.

One Sunshine Hour, two Sunshine Hours, until after five Sunshine Hours, Coso’s sudden exclamation excited the initially calm team.

“Found it!” Castro, with his keen eyes, spotted something unusual on the ground while in the air. It was a dense array of pits of varying sizes, already filled with muddy water.

“This is the footprint left by a giant after sinking deep into the mud swamp; it can’t disappear within a short time… Master, the Thunder Tribe is just ahead.”

Upon hearing this, Lide’s eyes immediately lit up, and he led the entire team to accelerate their flight speed by a notch.

After bypassing layer upon layer of poisonous fog,

they finally, after half a Sunshine Hour of traveling, heard fierce roars of battle coming from afar.

Lide, riding on top of Castro, opened his eyes wide.

They had finally found it!

One-eyed Giant—the roar was emitted by a One-eyed Giant.

But his brow furrowed immediately, as the One-eyed Giant seemed to be fighting some other life forms. Mixed with the voice of the One-eyed Giant was another, even more ferocious roar, the force of which was no less than that of the One-eyed Giant.

“Be on guard! Prepare for battle.”

The indifferent command resounded in everyone’s ears.

Following the order, Castro was placed within the swamp. This bronze One-eyed Giant had lived in the swamp for hundreds of years, and avoiding dangers there was extremely easy for him.

“Asreaga, go and check if there are any threats.” Even in a battle where he was confident, intelligence work cannot be ignored; this was characteristic of Lide.

Asreaga’s figure instantly vanished from the spot and reappeared before long.

“Father God, there’s nothing that can threaten our lives.”

Lide’s gaze sharpened.

“Advance the whole army!”

Under the dim, gray light, Lide rode on Castro while Asreaga, having thrown down that pitiful Magic Language Bat, followed him, flapping the Demon Wings, with Castro progressing on the ground.

The Bloodline, mastering the Magic Language Bats, directed the entire group which, although small in number, was surprisingly high in quality.

After moving less than two thousand blade lengths, the swampy ground suddenly dried, revealing an expansive swampy area.

Upon entering the wide swamp, the light instantly brightened.

The scene in front of them was shockingly vivid, resembling the epic scenes depicted in church frescoes.

Hundreds of One-eyed Giants wielding huge sticks embedded with broken stones, and more than double that number of double-headed Orcs around 5 blades tall were engaged in an extremely brutal slaughter.

The earth shook thunderously, with roars, bellows, and screams continuing without break.

One-eyed Giants, Double-headed Orcs.

These legendary creatures, totaling over 1500, presented an incredibly shocking sight.

Huge like small mountains, these colossal beings were bloodily battling each other, providing a particularly intense visual impact.

The battle on the field was intensely critical.

Both sides, possessing mountainous statures, and although the double-headed Orcs were slightly smaller, their number, surpassing a thousand, made up for the disparity in physical strength.

The battle of the giants was nothing short of brutal and bloody.

Fist to flesh, teeth, fists, claws—anything that could attack was used to tear into the opponent.

The ground’s original color had been obscured by fresh blood, as if it had been painted in red.

Unlike the purely physical attacks of the Double-headed Ogre and the One-eyed Giant, these evil beings from the Underworld were even capable of casting fairly powerful Black Magic.

However, the One-eyed Giant had high Magic Resistance with its gray, wrinkly skin, effectively countering the magic of its opponents, so the situation remained tense, with neither side able to overpower the other.

Lide watched all this with detached eyes, not rashly intervening in the battle, finding the whole situation somewhat baffling.

“Castro, do your people often clash with the Double-headed Orcs?”

“No, Master,” Castro shook his head, “The Double-headed Orcs have never had any relations with us. We only fight over food, but a war of this scale has never occurred before.”

Roar~

At that moment, a roar resonated through the heavens and earth, interrupting the conversation of the two figures half-hidden in the mist.

Lide’s gaze turned to the battleground where the most eye-catching was a duel between an eight-blade-high One-eyed Giant and a seven-blade-high Double-headed Ogre.

Both wielded primitive wooden clubs that were trunks from trees thick enough to require five men to embrace, which ten ordinary people could hardly lift.

The One-eyed Giant Chieftain took the initiative, swinging the enormous club in circles, smashing it horizontally towards the Double-headed Ogre.

The Double-headed Ogre fought back just as fiercely with its exaggerated club in the same manner, and from one of its heads, it was silently chanting spells, making its club’s force even stronger due to the magic, and not falling behind despite being smaller in stature.

The air around them exploded directly from the collision of their clubs, causing nearby One-eyed Giants or Double-headed Orcs caught off-guard to be flung backward with large chunks of their bodies bursting open.

The two behemoths occupied the center of the battlefield, fighting fiercely.

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The ground itself was shattering under the force of their brutal battle.

Every fight on the scene followed suit, and the clash of these massive creatures destroyed everything around them, the ground cracked like a spider web before shattering wildly.

The Double-headed Ogres, with their two heads observing in every direction, also cast spells to buff themselves, additionally outnumbering the One-eyed Giants by a large margin.

Soon, two-thirds of the smaller number of One-eyed Giants were pressed down, and the situation began to look passive.

Seeing this, Castro’s eyes filled with the intent to kill.

“Master… Castro requests to join the battle…”

After all, this was the tribe that Castro had protected for hundreds of years, most of whom he knew personally. As an intelligent being, he was not like his brains-free, clumsy kin.

The most significant characteristic of intelligent life is their emotional attachment, which is both a strength and a fatal weakness.

Lide watched the battle coldly, not in a hurry to respond to Castro, as time passed by the minute. He waited until the One-eyed Giants on the field were on the verge of collapse, and the Double-headed Ogres stably held the upper hand.

His brows furrowed.

As the battle progressed to this point, if either side had any reserves, they surely would have used them by now.

“Dylan, bring all the Bloodline to guard the edges of the land, stop all giants trying to flee. Allow them to be incapacitated in the attack, but try not to kill them.

Because everyone here will be our prisoners.”

20 Bloodline members, 40 Magic Language Bats, and the four top combatants, including him, Asreaga, Castro, and Castro, this vastly outnumbered exploration squadron was about to circle and hunt over 1500 One-eyed Giants and Double-headed Orcs combined.

Among them were even two level 18s and ten level 15s, two top combat powers. On paper, it seemed a gross mismatch in strength between the two sides.

But just as Lide was about to give the signal to attack, a change occurred on the field again.

“Devour them!!! Kill them!!!”

Ancient Giant Language roared through the land, and the struggling One-eyed Giants, upon hearing the command, violently pulled out the red plant strapped to their belts and stuffed them directly into their mouths.

After a few chews, it was swallowed.

Within seconds of ingesting that unknown plant, the previously faltering, nearly defeated One-eyed Giant surged like it had drunk Dragon Blood. Its body swelled abruptly, and its aura increased dramatically.

The surging power made them fiercely aggressive.

The situation, where they had just been on the defensive, suddenly changed. With their strength explosively increased and impervious to pain, the One-eyed Giant launched into a frenzied counterattack.

Originally, the Double-headed Ogre had a slight advantage due to the enhancement of magic. But now, they were no match at all.

A One-eyed Giant swung his colossal wooden club down, and the facing Double-headed Ogre struck back in the same pose. But at the moment their weapons clashed, the ferocious power caused the surrounding air to burst,

and the Double-headed Ogre felt a sharp pain in its wrists. Then it lost its grip on the club, which was immediately sent flying.

It was utterly crushed without any resistance.

The Double-headed Ogre roared furiously, wanting to rush forward and grapple with the One-eyed Giant at close quarters. However, the rampaging One-eyed Giant, emanating a bloody aura, gave him no chance.

The club smashed down with a boom.

Like a siege hammer hitting the ground, a silent crash exploded, propelling the Double-headed Ogre over ten blades away. It slammed into the ground, leaving a bloody streak, and the arid earth around it burst like a spider’s web.

The successful One-eyed Giant let out a skyward roar, emitting an eardrum-piercing shriek. The surrounding One-eyed Giants joined in the roar upon hearing it, echoing like ancient giants in battle, a sight to behold.

Meanwhile, Lide didn’t wait for them to determine a victor before issuing an order.

“Prepare to act; if this continues, their casualties will become extremely severe. That’s not the outcome I want.

They are my private property; how can they slaughter each other?”

Before the battle had even started, everyone had been regarded as possessions in his bag. The arrogance in his eyes was unsettling.

Lide’s gaze was sharp, his aura erupting like sudden thunder.

The real battle had begun.

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Huff, huff~

Rumble, rumble~

The tremendous roaring stunned the One-eyed Giant, who was completely dominating the battle. It swiftly turned its head and felt its scalp go numb as it recognized the source of the noise.

Reflected in its enormous eye were five images of tornado storms. The clouds in the sky seemed torn apart, each tornado capable of covering a 50-blade radius, approaching with devastating power.

Their speed of movement was an incredible 80 blades per second.

Gravel, mud, black water, and even poison mist and corpses were swept up at that moment, forming a toxic vortex of death.

Anyone ensnared by that deadly meat grinder would suffer unimaginable damage, a catastrophic disaster.

The storm came too fast for the One-eyed Giants and Double-headed Ogres, who were too enraged to even consider evasion.

Even if it costs me my life, I’ll take you down with me.

Under such intense circumstances, the battle between the two sides became even more exaggerated with the arrival of the storm.

Every second, someone fell to the ground, never to rise again, blood splattering.

Four Circle Magic—Ultimate Storm. Summon a tornado storm, consuming 2000 points of magic power. Each second it exists consumes an additional 300 magic power.

But Lide, with his vast resources, didn’t care about the consumption. He spent a bit of time outside the vast land to summon 5 tornado storms, his magic power consumption reaching 1500 per second.

That wasn’t the key point. While he controlled these tornado storms, electric light flickered in his hands.

The Thunder God Descent, studied for a whole week, was manifesting again.

As Castro, with the Blade Wings, flew furiously at a speed invisible to the naked eye, the real catastrophe had arrived.

A hundred blades wide, the Thunder God Descent, under Castro’s flight, burst forth with the most dazzling thunder and lightning.

Behind him were 5 tornado storms sweeping across the land, leading with a domain of thunder filled with tyrannical power.

The power of magic was perfectly interpreted at this moment.

As Lide charged into the battlefield,

The berserk One-eyed Giant and the Double-headed Ogre only realized what was happening too late. By that time, it was already too late to escape the battle.

The terror speed, supersonic—how could these big figures, running on two legs and held back by their tribe members and enemies, possibly escape?

Castro flew at a height of 20 blades, and the Thunder God Descent covered a range of 100 blades in diameter—the enemies couldn’t reach him, but the thunder effortlessly swept across the battlefield.

Castro’s speed was too fast, so fast that neither the One-eyed Giant nor the Double-headed Ogre could react in time.

Everyone only felt a sudden dazzle of silver dragon lightning passing by, then a terrifying force intruded, a Four Circle Magic attack, not something that average Level 9, elite Level 10, and only a scarce few Level 15 beings could withstand.

Everything collapsed and crumbled within the thunder.

The Level 9 One-eyed Giants and Double-headed Ogres went limp on the ground, their bodies charred and barely alive, after Castro flew past.

And those at Level 10 were drained of all strength, their muscles torn apart, their bodies wracked with excruciating pain, losing their ability to fight entirely.

Only a few Level 15 managed to barely withstand a wave of damage, but they could no longer influence the grand scheme of things.

Wherever Lide went, thunder cracked, and silver dragons danced wildly, everyone fell to the ground, the scene looking as if he was reaping wheat, it was breathtaking.

The ground trembled continuously, as if in non-stop seismic activity, due to the collapse of the giant bodies.

It was too fast—the supersonic flight was just too fast.

In this vast swamp land of just 2000 blades, under Castro’s burst of speed, he could fly a round trip within tens of seconds.

And with Lide’s advancement, the violently raging tornado storms acted like plows, instantly rolling up any stragglers that escaped.

Fortunately, the bodies of the One-eyed Giants and Double-headed Ogres were solid enough not to be torn apart by the storm, but even so, they were severely struck once more,

The already tragic scene lost all suspense, all became critically injured, even a Level 4 novice warrior could easily finish them off.

At this moment, an enraged Level 18 One-eyed Giant Chieftain and an equally ranked Double-headed Ogre Lord finally realized the tragic spectacle surrounding them as if they were reaping wheat.

But just as they were about to call for a retreat, a towering figure, 3 blades tall, suddenly appeared at the center of their clash.

An aura emanating from the figure was like a strong hand seizing their throats.

Utter terror.

An ancient Demon God had descended into this world.

An aura of extreme evil swept across the entire sky.

Divine Monster, an ancient being that once contended with the gods, once again revealed its tyrannical edge.

Roar!!!

The One-eyed Giant Chieftain, having devoured an unknown bizarre plant and exuding the scent of fresh blood, ferociously charged towards Asreaga.

The fear in his heart had diminished his rationality, plunging him into a frenzy of rage, determined to tear apart the lifeform daring to obstruct him!

Yet, under absolute power, all efforts were in vain.

This divine monster, capable of clashing with the transcendent without dying, had long surpassed the ordinary levels of life.

Normal Level 18 combat prowess appeared like child’s play before him, feeble and powerless, let alone the One-eyed Giant Chieftain’s primitive and outdated way of fighting.

Swoosh~

Asreaga’s body vanished on the spot, only to reappear at the back waist of the One-eyed Giant Chieathain.

Feeling the disappearance of that presence, the One-eyed Giant Chieftain’s back hair stood on end, but before he could react, he felt an unbearable jolt of pain.

Crack~

A crisp sound echoed as the spine of this towering, horrific creature was directly broken.

Boom~

No matter how hard the One-eyed Giant Chieftain tried, his body could no longer be controlled and he fell forward onto the ground.

Bang~ directly creating a crater in the ground, with soil splattering everywhere.

Looking at the One-eyed Giant Chieftain’s back, an absurdly exaggerated wound appeared, and the tough gray-white wrinkled skin that normal swords could not slash through was as powerless as paper under Asreaga’s claws.

And the spine was utterly torn apart.

Level 18 One-eyed Giant Chieftain, instantly killed.

The might of the Divine Monster was horrifyingly shocking.

The Double-headed Orc Lord, seeing this scene, felt chilled to the core—his peer, even stronger than him, had been struck down in a single blow.

The being with blasphemous inscriptions of evil gods was too terrifying.

But just as the Double-headed Orc Lord prepared to make a move, he suddenly felt the figure opposite him disappear.

Then,

a cold murderous intent stabbed directly into his mind from behind.

Splurt~

Agonizing pain surged from his back; the Double-headed Orc Lord let out a painful howl, but was powerless, falling to the ground like his opponent, instantly losing his ability to fight.

Asreaga, his eyes gleaming with brutality, flickered with a hint of boredom upon seeing this.

“Really, as weak as ants,

these lives no longer possess their ancestors’ strength, merely retaining power but unable to unleash even a fraction of it…

Combat awareness, rubbish. Combat skills, rubbish. Danger perception, rubbish. Truly a worthless existence…”

The ancient profanity flowed directly into the ears of the two behemoths, causing a massive impact on both instantly, each word like casting an unavoidable spirit shock.

But what made the two behemoths even more grieved was the contempt in Asreaga’s voice towards them.

But the reality was glaring; it seemed they were indeed just as the formidable being had said, merely powerless trash.

Asreaga didn’t linger any further and shifted his gaze to the 15th level top combatants still standing.

His figure vanished from the spot.

After Asreaga had toppled the main combat force,

the leaderless one-eyed giants and the double-headed ogres fell into utter chaos, having to fight both their counterpart and face the Thunder Domain and the violently swirling tornado storm.

Defeat and collapse ensued, leaving no room for recovery.

Moments later, Lide controlled five tornado storms, dividing them in five directions, then enveloping the entire area within them.

The Bloodline scattered, using the tornado storms as chains to guard all the gaps, trapping their enemies effortlessly.

After another round of reaping, Lide, seeing the situation was firmly in hand, directed Castro to fly to the central area.

His gaze was strictly fixed on everything around.

His aura fully activated.

Master of Crimson, Immortal King, Fear has descended.

Then the Power of Faith ran wildly, the majesty within his body amplified countless times by the Power of Faith at that moment.

Suddenly, a power indescribable descended upon the land.

This was the resurrection of ancient Demon Gods, this was a stare from the abyss, this was the whisper of death…

Master of Crimson, when facing dark lives, his Legend Level increased by 10 points, attained the Crimson Eye trait; when enemy gazed into his eyes, they would be forced into a Legendary Level Will Test, failing which their fear would reduce all attributes by 20%.

Immortal King, when facing dark creatures with less than 10 Legend Points, the enemy would fall into negative states like fear, panic, and will weakening, with attributes reduced by 20%, dark lives of levels lower than yours likely to defect to you.

Frightening Descension, enemies will be subjected to Will Tests every 10 seconds, those below the threshold plummeting into boundless fear.

The already panicked and collapsing scene instantly quieted; whether it was the one-eyed giants or the sinister double-headed ogres, at that moment, they all instinctively slowed their combat pace, gazing upward with a fear difficult to articulate.

Lide, feeling everyone’s gaze, suddenly halted Thunder God Descent, Bloodline true form appearing before everyone.

Fluttering his wings, he hovered in the sky.

His crimson gaze, carrying terrifying force, swept across all directions; any life looking directly into Lide’s eyes instantly felt their soul shaking before an invincible, incomparable Demon God, their bodies uncontrollably trembling.

“Submit… or be destroyed…”

Lide’s words at this moment were ancient profanities, identical to Asreaga.

This blasphemous language, carrying the purest evil, was capable of devouring souls.

Ancient profanities echoed in the sky like the cawing of carrion crows lurking in everyone’s ears, sending chills down their spines.

The scene fell into a death-like silence.

The massive creatures under that force succumbed to enormous panic, their morale instantly plummeting to the depths.

Lide’s Power of Faith whirled crazily; if one were to see his attribute panel right now, it would show the Power of Faith dropping thousands of points every five seconds.

Derived usage.

This was a recently discovered derivation of the Power of Faith, where he could actively consume Power of Faith to enhance the power and range of his titles Master of Crimson and Immortal King, the more Power of Faith used, the greater the exerted pressure enhancing these titles obtained through Divine Positioning and recognition.

A highly unique and peculiar derivative usage.

His previous dry activation effects were hardly significant, only now did it seem the proper operating mode for these two titles was revealed.

As the Power of Faith burned, the imposing aura that made everyone tremble with fear became even more terrifying.

“Submit… or perish…”

Lide’s voice once again filled everyone’s ears, but unlike last time, upon the fall of his words, he suddenly waved his hand, and two massive stone spurs shot up from the ground.

The sharp stone spurs directly impaled the prone One-eyed Giant Chieftain and the Double-headed Ogre Lord.

Roaring in immense pain, the two skewered Level 18 giants screamed as blood gushed uncontrollably from their mouths like fountains.

The stone spurs rose to a height of thirty blades, and all the surrounding One-eyed Giants and Double-headed Ogres could clearly see their kings’ tragic plight.

“Submit… or perish…”

The consumption of the Power of Faith spiked again, and the pressure bearing down on their souls intensified.

At that moment, Lide appeared as a demon god who had crawled out of the abyss.

He was fearsome, chilling to the bone, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Finally, the first batch couldn’t withstand it any longer; hundreds of Double-headed Ogres knelt, placing their heads against the ground, signifying submission.

These beings from the Evil Camp were severely impacted by Lide’s intimidating force.

The One-eyed Giants, being of a Neutral Camp, only felt the soul-piercing power after Lide activated the Power of Faith, experiencing a lesser threat.

However, that was not all.

Lide waved his hand, and the surrounding tornado storm surge increased dramatically.

The howling winds, like demons tearing at their souls, devoured their flesh.

“Submit… or perish…”

As the tornado storm approached furiously, several Ogres who couldn’t dodge were caught and instantly torn apart by the tremendous force, their limbs scattering, and their screams of agony sent shivers through everyone.

Under this overwhelming pressure, the second batch of Double-headed Ogres couldn’t endure any longer.

Together, over three hundred knelt.

Lide’s gaze, sharp as a blade, and the Crimson Eyes bestowed by the Master of Crimson swept over everyone—any giants who met his gaze immediately felt their legs weaken, collapsing onto the ground. Their legendary-level wills were simply not strong enough to withstand it.

Lide swung his right hand abruptly.

Crackling thunder exploded in the sky, an indescribable terror of a thunderclap resounded.

Behind him, composed of thunder, the Silver Dragon Lightning danced wildly; however, unlike before, this time the Silver Dragon Lightning did not envelop him but instead formed a shield-like area behind him.

This was his research achievement over the week, but from the ground, it appeared even more terrifying; he seemed like an ancient life born with thunder, with everything around him submitting at his feet.

“Submit… or perish…”

The blasphemous language of the ancients whispered like the Death God at their ears, and the Power of Faith continued to grow.

Everyone felt that the soul-deep pressure was about to tear them apart.

More Double-headed Ogres couldn’t hold on, their legs buckling, directly kneeling and trembling as they submitted to this divine presence.

At this moment, the first batch of One-eyed Giants also began to kneel and submit, trembling almost to the point of their souls shattering.

Fear had already swallowed all their will and resistance.

Lide’s power of faith had diminished to the point where it dropped by 3000 points every 5 seconds.

Divine power was like hell.

At this time, most of the double-headed ogres and a few of the one-eyed giants had already knelt, but still, many were gritting their teeth, trembling with fear, yet not kneeling.

Lide’s eyes grew colder as he suddenly waved his hand toward the still-standing one-eyed giants.

A few breaths later,

Pfft~

Densely packed stone spurs burst forth within a range of one hundred and fifty blades, piercing at least 100 still-standing one-eyed giants straight through like skewered sugar-coated haws, rising twenty blades in height.

Roar~

Terrifying screams erupted, the impaled one-eyed giants let out unbearably agonizing howls; the scene was extremely shocking.

The one-eyed giants and double-headed ogres who were kneeling trembled violently, not daring to lift their heads again.

This action was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, all the double-headed ogres and some one-eyed giants immediately hit the ground.

But still, dozens of one-eyed giants at the edge, in sheer panic, scattered and fled.

Seeing this, Lide’s gaze turned frosty as he immediately whipped up a tornado storm to annihilate those who dared to escape, while divine monsters and nearby Bloodlines relentlessly launched the most brutal attacks on them.

No one could remain unharmed before the storm-controlling Lide, except for about a dozen who ran too fast to be caught. All remaining one-eyed giants were crushed like chicks, their spines broken by Asreaga.

They were completely turned into captives, losing the ability to resist.

By this time, only Lide was left soaring in the air, while every other being knelt down.

Power of faith continued to deplete crazily, Divine power pressed down on each one-eyed giant and double-headed ogre like a mountain, none daring to move.

Behind Lide was the Thunder Domain, with silver dragon lightning striking down like divine punishment, freely emanating its terrifying power.

The earth’s stone spurs hung with one-eyed giants and double-headed ogres, who, though not dead, let out horrifying and painful screams as if their hearts were being ripped out by a heart-eating demon.

Painful and piercing.

The tornado storm linked heaven and earth: grass, mud, black water, poison fog, corpses, everything was swept up, striking terror to the extreme.

All this flattered Lide’s heroic stance to the utmost.

Like a divine being descending, like a demon roaring.

Even the two level 18 giants hanging high on the stone spurs were gasping for breath under Lide’s formidable presence, the thought of submission spreading wildly like weeds the moment it arose.

Lide continued this state for a full 20 seconds; to everyone it felt like an eternity before he finally began to disperse it all.

After he dissipated the tornado storm, shattered the ground stone spurs, withdrew the Thunder Domain, and stopped depleting the power of faith,

Only then did the one-eyed giants and double-headed ogres on this stretch of land dare to breathe deeply, as if they had come back to life.

Once the seed of submission was sown, it could never be removed.

Lide’s prowess, after the scene just now, was seared into everyone’s soul, unavoidable.

The One-eyed Giant Tribe, Double-headed Ogre Tribe, from today onwards, had a new master.