Chapter 241: The Stingy Blood God
After the blood-red light of the Bloodlust spell swept over the troll soldiers,
They immediately widened their eyes, gasping heavily and letting out beast-like howls.
Their muscles swelled all over, fear vanished without a trace, and they charged toward the city gate.
Ange, who was leading the cavalry back into the fray,
Saw the trolls enter a frenzied killing state and unhesitatingly activated the "Aura of Courage," continuing to command:
"Contract formation, defend against the impact!"
The dispersed soldiers immediately relied on the city gate and walls to form a new defensive formation.
Dense arrows covered the charging trolls.
The arrowheads coated with paralyzing toxins were still effective against the enraged trolls.
The difference was that one would colpse after persisting for over ten seconds, while another would struggle for twenty seconds before falling.
In most cases, physical conditions do not transfer with will and thought.
Although the trolls kept pressing forward, more of them were falling.
In the troll castle, whose defenses were already quite empty, the professional soldiers were almost completely dead or wounded.
Just then, a rge group of trolls of varying heights charged out frantically.
They were the old and weak in the troll castle, also affected by the "Bloodlust" spell, losing what little sanity they had.
The second batch of soldiers had not yet arrived.
The city walls had not been completely taken.
The hidden troll priest inside the castle had not yet appeared.
Matthew did not continue to wait, commanding Yaya to take off again, dropping Fireball spells on the charging trolls.
The destructive power comparable to heavy artillery bombardment scattered the gathered trolls.
The soldiers watched this scene with surprise and quickly adjusted their formations, cheering in bursts.
Seeing that the second batch of soldiers was about to arrive,
Yaya rushed toward the interior of the castle.
Considering that the troll priest might release area-of-effect damage spells, Matthew decided to take him down first.
Along the way, Matthew's team kept dropping Fireball spells wherever trolls gathered, creating as much damage as possible.
He and Yaya attracted the attention of most of the trolls.
Occasionally, troll archers would shoot arrows at them, but they were blocked by the magical barrier and scales.
Matthew acknowledged their determination in battle and decisively returned Fireball spells as a countermeasure.
Under the continuous bombardment, only scattered trolls were surging toward the city gate and walls.
The hiding troll priest could no longer hold back and, staring at Yaya circling in the sky, muttered in a deep voice:
"Great Blood God, heed my plea, bring down divine punishment upon the enemy before me!"
Whoosh!
A blood-colored, foul wind instantly enveloped Yaya in mid-air, attempting to drag her downward.
Third-level spell—Remove Curse, ineffective!
Second-level spell—Strength Amplification, ineffective!
Yaya, fpping her wings, ultimately couldn't withstand this eerie blood light and slowly descended.
The irritable Yaya had just nded and vigorously swept her tail, smashing away two trolls that pounced on her.
Counting this time, Yaya had several experiences of being pulled down.
She quickly adjusted, relying on her agile body and formidable melee abilities, easily eliminating more than ten trolls.
Moreover, under Matthew's guidance, she steadfastly charged toward the direction of the troll priest.
After passing through several tattered streets, Yaya suddenly stopped her charge and halted in front of a square filled with skulls and bones.
She suddenly felt a bit panicked, watching the nearby troll priest with lingering fear.
Matthew could clearly feel that a hint of fear was spreading in Yaya's heart.
A strong smell of blood permeated everywhere.
Dozens of trolls with slit throats y limply on the square.
The blood flowing from them was channeling through complex and twisted ground formations, seemingly coming to life, consciously surging toward the blood-colored altar in the center of the square.
The troll priest, exuding blood light all over, slowly stood up; his tattered robe was torn apart by the almost tangible blood.
He slowly turned around, and in his blood-colored eyes, an indescribable madness and bloodthirstiness were revealed. He murmured:
"Great Blood God, please grant us victory!"
The surrounding blood rapidly converged toward him.
Above this troll priest's head, Matthew saw the words "Divine Descent in Progress."
"Divine Descent?"
"Did this troll priest really connect with an evil god?"
Matthew was suddenly shocked in his heart and threw down Fireball spells at the surrounding corpses.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The raging fmes engulfed the square.
The violent destructive power tore apart the surrounding corpses.
The formations inscribed on the ground were bsted apart by the Fireballs.
The surging blood was evaporated by the scorching fmes.
The troll priest, who had been raising his head, slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.
The blood that was like a living creature changed its docile appearance from before.
It grew seven or eight twisted arms, wrapping around the troll priest's entire body, trying to drill into him with all its might.
"Ah...!"
An indescribably shrill scream kept echoing in the wrecked square.
Familiar with the scene before him, Matthew breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart, drank a bottle of mana potion, and calmly comforted Yaya:
"See? This is the essence of divine power."
"You have to offer a lot to get a little."
"If the sacrifice is not enough, then you yourself will become the offering."
"And he chose to serve none other than the stingiest Blood God..."
"Tsk tsk, no wonder they brought about their own destruction!"
In her blue eyes reflecting the inhuman blood-colored monster, Yaya suppressed the fear rising in her heart, feeling the pressure constantly fading, and asked curiously:
"What now?"
Matthew pointed at the mass of twisted blood.
After devouring the troll priest, it had lost its source of energy.
The arms were rapidly turning into ashes, still crawling toward them.
But the more it struggled, the more energy it consumed.
Finally, under Yaya's gaze, it turned into a pile of ashes.
"Without anything to eat, it just left uncaringly."
"Hmm? Kind of like a greedy old dog."
Yaya nodded thoughtfully, giving an appropriately fitting evaluation.
The soldiers outside gathered over, cooperating with sturdy shield-bearers, advancing inward bit by bit.
Ange gnced at the completely taken city walls, looked worriedly toward the interior of the castle, pointed at the trolls rushing on the streets, and shouted loudly:
"Prepare! Fire!"
Dense crossbow bolts enveloped the charging trolls like a storm.
Puff!
Crack!
The dense arrows shot them down to the ground.
Under the effect of the paralyzing toxins, the trolls could no longer move.
A team of agile soldiers, led by Elio, quickly rushed over.
They mercilessly chopped off the hands and feet of the immobilized trolls.
With the trolls' formidable regenerative abilities, as long as there was enough food, the severed limbs could grow back.
The purpose of the Bay Territory was to render these trolls harmless in the short term.
The effect of the "Bloodlust" spell had passed.
The trolls who regained their sanity fled in fear.
When Matthew and Yaya returned to the city gate, the Bay Territory had completely gained control of the situation.
Ange was dispatching lined-up soldiers to clear the trolls around the city walls.
Seeing this situation, Matthew breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He let Beelzebub and Elio continue to clear out the stubbornly resisting troll soldiers.
Then he went to the cleaned-up street behind the city wall and set up a small teleportation array.
After the spatial fluctuations dissipated, ten tall stone golems slowly stood up.
"Combat mode, activate!"
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