Kane succeeded!
He passed the trial!
"Hahaha! Excellent!"
Seeing this, Anvil felt greatly reassured. He laughed maniacally as he lifted his war hammer and charged out right after.
Kane ran like a ghost, his speed so fast it almost left afterimages.
The Corrupting power had greatly enhanced his core attribute as an assassin: speed.
Gray-purple energy blades condensed along the edge of his hand missing the ring finger. Each swing was like the scythe of death, viciously slicing across the Goblins' throats.
In the blink of an eye, three Goblins who had just surrounded them clutched their spurting necks and fell to the ground in astonishment.
This terrifying scene scared the other Goblins out of their wits. They screamed and retreated repeatedly, their formation thrown into complete disarray.
Bathed in the warm Goblin blood, Kane's chest heaved violently. The extreme exhilaration of vengeance fulfilled washed through his entire body, making him almost want to roar at the sky.
As he killed, his raging reason gradually returned. The purple-gray mist shrouding his body slowly retracted, condensing into a slightly illusory energy finger shadow at the location of his missing ring finger.
Seeing Anvil rushing over, the two stood back-to-back, exchanged a glance, and saw long-lost exhilaration and fighting spirit in each other's eyes.
"Today, we'll turn this damned place upside down!" Kane growled low, his figure shooting out again at high speed.
This time, his style was completely different.
His combat instincts had fully returned. Stealth, assassination, deceptive footwork... the assassin's skills were integrated into this frenzied battlefield.
[Stealth]
[Shadow Kill]
He sometimes flashed from the shadows, cutting the throats of isolated Goblins;
other times he used his speed to weave through, delivering fatal blows before enemies could surround him.
He had become a true battlefield phantom, harvesting lives efficiently and mercilessly.
The Goblins screamed in terror, trying to organize encirclements to annihilate this terrifying enemy.
"Boom!"
[Corruption Fireball]
At that moment, from the direction of another slave camp, a constantly twisting, writhing purple-gray fireball shot out, whistling as it slammed into the Goblin crowd and exploded.
Although it didn't blaze with flames like an ordinary fireball spell, the purple-gray energy was highly corrosive. It blasted the Goblins within range until their skin split and flesh tore, screaming as they fell to the ground rolling.
Immediately after, a furious roar came from that camp. A savage powerful warrior burst through a hut and charged out, punching a Goblin trying to attack him, sending both the Goblin and his shield flying.
It was the other two believers.
A mage and a warrior. They had also successfully advanced.
Three Official Professionals!
This scene inspired the slaves present who had thoughts of rebellion. More Corrupted believers rushed out from their respective camps, gathering together. They shouted, "Praise Morgul!"
Then they launched a fierce counterattack against the retreating Goblin troops.
Anvil originally wanted to charge out with them, but suddenly felt a chill on his back. The Slime Envoy clinging to his back was actually emitting an extremely faint purple-gray mist.
He quickly stopped, nervously whispering, "Envoy? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Chen Yu responded normally, but his attention was completely captured by the panel that had suddenly popped up before his eyes.
—
Reputation Title: Chaos Preacher
Acquisition Conditions: Under the gaze of Corrupting Morgul, a preacher must earn the deep trust of fellow believers, successfully spread their chaotic doctrine, and guide at least three believers through Morgul's trial.
Title Effects:
Note: This is the chaotic grace bestowed by Morgul. Its faith is neither plague nor gospel;
it is merely surging change itself—both the dissolution of old order and the breeding ground for new possibilities.
—
There are rewards for preaching?
Is Morgul that worried about not having enough believers?
Chen Yu felt both speechless and somewhat amused.
He quickly glanced at the "Chaos Preach" effect, but since it could only be used once a day and the situation was chaotic, he didn't attempt it casually.
Anvil received the "I'm fine" response. Though still puzzled, trust overwhelmed everything.
He pulled over the arriving Little John, quickly joined up with Kane who was wreaking havoc ahead, and said urgently, "Kane! Don't get caught up in the fight. This is a rare opportunity. We must leave immediately, break through the fortress exit."
Kane had just pulled a Goblin short blade from a corpse. Hearing this, he nodded.
He understood well that they had only caught the enemy off guard. Once the Goblins recovered, their small group wouldn't stand a chance.
He immediately called out to the gathered believers and dozens of brave slaves, trying to break through towards the fortress gate.
However, more and more Goblin reinforcements poured in from various passages, making their advance increasingly difficult.
Suddenly, a huge commotion and ecstatic shouts came from behind the Goblin lines.
"Lord Hammerbone! Lord Hammerbone is here!"
"Great, Lord Hammerbone is here! Kill these traitors!"
Kane looked up, his face instantly turning extremely grim.
From the direction deeper within the fortress, a massive figure riding a huge, ferocious draft animal was quickly approaching.
It was the Goblin leader—Hammerbone!
"Damn it! Why is this guy still here!" Kane's heart sank.
He might seem strong now, but continuous bursts and high-intensity slaughter had consumed a lot of his stamina.
Moreover, Hammerbone wasn't an ordinary Bugbear. This guy's strength and combat experience were extremely terrifying, far beyond what they could handle now.
Just as he felt extremely troubled, Anvil grabbed him, his tone unusually firm, "Kane! Don't charge forward anymore. Lead everyone back to the slave camps!"
Kane was stunned, "Anvil, are you crazy? If we retreat now and get completely surrounded by Goblins, we're finished!"
"Trust me!"
Anvil's voice was firm. He lowered his voice, "That mysterious force gave us a secret weapon, inside the camp. It might be able to deal with him."
Kane looked at Anvil's confident eyes, glanced at the increasingly closer terrifying figure, gritted his teeth, and made a decision, "Everyone, retreat to the camps! Quickly! This is Morgul's instruction!"
Though puzzled, the "divine oracle" and newly established trust made them choose obedience. The group fought while retreating, quickly pulling back into the relatively narrow slave camp area.
Seeing this, the Goblin troops immediately burst into arrogant laughter and curses.
"Hahaha! They're scared!"
"Retreating into their rat holes!"
"Lord Hammerbone is mighty!"
The rebelling slaves were pushed back step by step, forced back into the dilapidated huts. Watching the Goblins outside grow more and more numerous, some ordinary slaves who had just mustered courage showed despair on their faces.
Just as this atmosphere of despair began to spread,
"Move aside! Everyone move aside!" Anvil roared, pulling Little John as they rushed back to the hut they had previously prepared.
Under the suspicious and uncertain gazes of Kane and the believers, Anvil solemnly placed the gray Jade Talisman into a shallow pit temporarily dug on the ground.
Immediately after, a miraculous scene occurred.
The Gray Gravel Crystals buried around as the Formation Foundation suddenly lit up with a soft silver light. The Talismans on the ground seemed to come alive, silver energy streams surged and flowed along them, all ultimately converging into the central Jade Talisman.
Hum!
The Jade Talisman erupted with dazzling light. Above it, a mysterious silver constellation phantom clearly appeared.
"Dodge!"
Kane didn't understand the principle, but his intuition sensed danger. He immediately roared for the watching crowd to scatter.
Whoosh!
Almost the moment everyone moved aside, a highly concentrated silver light beam violently shot out from the Jade Talisman, crossed several meters, and blasted into the densest part of the Goblin crowd.
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion sounded.
The ground shook slightly. Silver light exploded. At least four or five Goblins were blasted into flying fragments without even screaming, leaving a charred shallow pit on the ground.
This sudden terrifying strike stunned everyone, humans and Goblins alike.
This thing really is a cannon!
Anvil was first dumbfounded, then burst into ecstatic laughter.
"Hahaha, good stuff! Blast them!"
He gripped the Gray Gravel Crystal primer Chen Yu had given him. A second light beam blasted out immediately after.
Though the aim was a bit off, it still exploded amidst the Goblin crowd, blasting them into scattering in panic. Their recently organized offensive instantly collapsed.
The situation seemed to have reversed.
However, Hammerbone's massive figure had now arrived near the slave camp entrance. Seeing the power of the silver light beam, a flicker of surprise and doubt crossed his eyes.
What exactly is this thing?
It's completely different from the magic crystal cannons he had seen before.
Before he could ponder further, a third light beam blasted right in his face.
"Roar!"
Hammerbone let out a furious roar, barely having time to block with his huge morningstar held horizontally in front of him.
BOOM!!!
A dull explosion sounded.
Silver energy violently scattered and impacted. Hammerbone felt an unimaginably huge force transmit from the morningstar. His massive body was actually blasted off the ground and sent flying backward, like a thrown ragdoll, crashing with a boom into the Goblin crowd behind him, flattening a bunch of unlucky ones.
The entire battlefield fell silent instantly.
All the Goblins were dumbfounded, unable to believe their invincible Lord Hammerbone had been... knocked flying.
Several seconds passed before the Goblins panicked and moved aside.
Hammerbone shook his huge head, which was somewhat dizzy, and climbed up from the several half-dead Goblins who had cushioned his fall.
He shook his numb arm, looked at the obvious charred dent on his beloved morningstar, his eyes filled with shock and fury.
The last time he experienced this feeling of being blasted away by pure force was when he challenged the Army Commander.
The rebels in the camp saw this scene. Their newly risen joy was instantly extinguished, their hearts sinking again.
This Bugbear... could actually withstand a direct hit?!
Anvil's face also turned pale. He hurriedly tried to activate the Magic Formation again. A fourth light beam shot out, heading straight for Hammerbone.
"Oww!"
Hammerbone roared again. This time prepared, his entire body's muscles bulged, veins popping out. He gripped the morningstar with both hands, blocking with all his strength once more.
Boom!
Silver light exploded. Hammerbone wasn't sent flying this time, but the huge impact pushed him staggering backward, sliding a full five or six meters before barely stabilizing his stance, plowing two deep furrows in the ground.
However, when Anvil tried to activate it again, the light from the Magic Formation on the ground rapidly dimmed. The Gray Gravel Crystals serving as the Formation Foundation cracked several times, completely turning into dust.
Crap, out of energy!
Panic appeared on everyone's faces.
Hammerbone keenly captured their expressions. He shook his head, emitting a low thunderous hum.
"Hmph... Out of tricks? Now it's my turn. I'll crush your bones one by one and throw you to the Scorpions."
He took heavy steps, beginning to advance.
Kane's face was extremely grave. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Anvil, take Little John and the others and find a way to escape. I'll hold them off."
After saying this, without waiting for Anvil's response, he charged forward without looking back to face death.
Anvil anxiously asked the Slime on his body.
"Envoy, what now?"
The Nanny Brother sticking to his back wriggled slightly, seemingly also thinking quickly, then transmitted a thought.
"Throw me out."
"What?" Anvil thought he misheard.
"Throw me at that Bugbear. I'll buy you the last bit of time. The Magical Creatures army should be arriving soon."
A Slime buying time?
Anvil's face was filled with hesitation. He couldn't imagine how the soft little guy on his back could face that terrifying Bugbear. Probably one hammer strike would turn it into Slime jam.
"Don't worry, it's fine." Chen Yu's thought came again, carrying calmness.
Anvil gritted his teeth, said a few words of thanks, turned to tell Little John to hide well, and charged out.