Chapter 310 – Great Explosion

Wolfbane, the chieftain of the Gnoll Tribe, narrowed his eyes as he looked at the uninvited guests who had broken through half the tribe to intrude here.

‘Only a few people.’

His uneasy mood gradually settled.

None of these individuals were legendary; they seemed to have traversed here relying on some artifact that concealed their aura and special means. But for non-legendary beings, what did he have to fear from a mere few?

Wolfbane himself was a powerhouse with the potential to advance to the legendary rank, ranking among the top three mortal realm experts within the entire Jackal Fang faction. If not for this, he wouldn’t have been entrusted with the important task of managing the entire Gnoll Tribe, serving as the external eyes for their Jackal Fang.

Wolfbane just couldn’t figure out where in this region enemies daring to oppose their Jackal Fang had come from. Were they outsiders from distant lands?

“State your names.”

He asked while narrowing his eyes, also buying time. This was the heartland of their tribe, surrounded by his own powerful experts.

The advantage was his.

In the distance, the six towering Flesh Towers constructed around the mansion began to slowly writhe.

The Flesh Towers required some time to activate; it had been too rushed before, but now they were fully prepared. From the tips of the brownish-red towers, massive eyeballs emerged and slowly opened, radiating great terror and ominousness.

Chieftain Wolfbane’s mouth corners slightly twitched upward…

“Pfft—”

A bone blade pierced through from behind his heart, tearing through his glowing excellent-grade armor as easily as cardboard, then shredding through thick fur and resilient flesh, puncturing and shattering his beating heart with a squelch, leaving behind spreading, deathly gray-black stains.

In the blink of an eye, a section of jade-white, sharp and smooth bone sword blade emerged from the jackalwere chieftain’s chest, completely untainted by any filth, with only blood dripping down to form a pool.

Chieftain Wolfbane’s eyes widened as he struggled, his throat convulsing.

A second bone sword severed his head.

The jackalwere chieftain, who had only appeared for half a chapter without even getting to strike, was dead.

Behind him stood Deadbone in full armor but with extremely low presence, as if non-existent. Deadbone glanced at the thoroughly dead enemy and sighed slightly in relief, “Finally took down the first major enemy. That was too difficult.”

Dolai: “…” Yeah, right, right.

Soon,

The second and third leaders of the Gnoll Tribe arrived one after another, following the Chieftain in receiving their demise.

During this time, the group also slaughtered over twenty third and fourth order tribal powerhouses.

Emphasizing speed, precision, and ruthlessness.

The main figures of the Gnoll Tribe had been roughly eliminated.

“But our mission in this battle is to completely eradicate the entire Gnoll Tribe. At the very least, not a single intelligent gnoll of third order or above can escape. Our task remains heavy.”

Deadbone said.

Dolai didn’t care about any of that. With the decapitation strike completed, it was now time for General Dolai’s performance.

…

At the city gate.

Bone Four commanded the Undead Legion.

The embryonic form of military soul manifested above as the entire legion tread on dark clouds, soaring upward. They hovered mid-air, enveloped in swirling black mist that concealed all but pairs of eyes glowing with eerie blue light.Their steps fell in perfect unison as hundreds of Bone Buriers and Bone Generals, led by the Skeleton Lords, simultaneously swung down their bone swords.

In an instant, demonic flames surged to the heavens, transforming into pitch-black sword rays that tore through the sky and earth.

Boom—!

Mountain rocks crumbled and shattered with a cacophony, while sentry towers and arrow towers rapidly cracked and collapsed under the impact of the shockwaves.

The Undead Legion had breached the city walls.

From all directions, countless Gnolls and other monsters emerged from wooden and stone structures or burrowed out of the ground, roaring as they charged forward.

As time passed, the crimson in their eyes grew increasingly vivid, and their auras turned increasingly frenzied.

“Orderly beings!” a high-intelligence Gnoll judged at a glance.

In a war of this scale, the Tianyuan Legion’s aura could not be concealed. However, as long as all enemies were eradicated, there would be no risk of exposure.

Asun soared high into the sky, stirring up a cyan hurricane that enveloped hundreds of meters in radius.

The howling cyclone churned the entire front gate of the tribe into chaos, toppling many Gnolls who were rushing to the battlefield.

“Tremble! This is the power of your Lord Falcon!” Asun’s sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, locking onto a powerful Fourth Order Gnoll chieftain.

Suddenly, its feathers bristled.

Two kilometers away, atop a towering Flesh Tower, a grotesque blood-eye abruptly opened.

The pupil fixed on Asun, casting a chilling gaze.

It was just a gaze.

Yet it was more than just a gaze.

In that instant, the flesh on Asun’s right wing—where the flesh-eye was focused—began to writhe autonomously, piercing through its feathers and sprouting smooth, pale-red tendrils.

The tendrils grew rapidly as if possessing a life of their own, devouring Asun’s flesh to strengthen themselves.

On its right wing, crimson flesh-buds continued to spread.

“Screech! Screech! Damn it! What’s happening?!” Asun frantically beat its wings, but to no avail. Its right wing felt as if it were about to detach from its body.

Terrified, it hastily landed. Even as it gathered its wind energy to resist, it only managed to reduce the tendrils’ activity. It couldn’t eradicate them, nor could it halt their spread. Unless… it steeled itself to completely sever its right wing.

But Asun was still a baby at heart—it couldn’t bring itself to do it.

It wasn’t until head healer Laney arrived that the flesh factors on Asun’s body were purified by her vast Holy Light power.

At the same moment Asun was attacked, the most formidable Undead Legion also faced the assault of the flesh-eye.

The Undead Legion remained unfazed.

They moved as one entity—any damage they sustained was first weakened by the legion’s collective momentum, then distributed among hundreds of comrades. The enemy’s fierce attacks felt like mere breezes to the undead. Even breaking a few bones didn’t qualify as injury to them; they could instantly reattach the bones and continue fighting.

Moreover…

Bone Two wasn’t with the Undead Legion. It was breaking into the Gnoll Tribe from another direction, cutting down enemies like an unstoppable warrior.

It too came under the gaze of the flesh-eye.

Flesh tendrils suddenly sprouted on Bone Two’s body, but like trees without roots, they withered quickly without nourishment… Bone Two stared at this phenomenon, falling into deep thought.

What was the enemy trying to do? Was this some kind of joke?Since it couldn’t figure it out, it stopped thinking and continued charging forward with its sword, howling wildly.

……

In the tribal core area, six Flesh Towers stood tall, with Dolai and the others positioned right at the center of the Flesh Eye’s gaze.

Before the Flesh Eye opened, General Dolai—who had inherited the Lord’s philosophy of “no need for honor when fighting monsters”—had already struck first.

Gathering lightning in its hand, it unleashed six bolts of thunderous radiance with a chanting speed far surpassing that of Fourth Order spellcasters.

The lightning struck the Flesh Towers.

The towers crackled with electricity, disintegrating inch by inch yet regenerating just as quickly. Dolai was somewhat surprised—a single lightning bolt from it could devastate large areas and shatter even rare-grade city walls instantly, yet it couldn’t destroy… or even disrupt the distant Flesh Towers.

The Flesh Eye opened.

The Flesh Eye here seemed to be of a higher Rank, its pupil surging with bloody waves that cast a faint crimson glow over the surrounding world.

General Dolai instinctively sensed danger.

It relied entirely on instinct in battle, its small brain not working quickly, but it had received a hint from the Lord.

“I transform!”

Dolai swiftly shifted into a skeleton form.

It wasn’t very accustomed to this form, as it couldn’t unleash its full combat potential. Only in its Slime form, maiden form, and maiden-riding-Slime form could it achieve its most powerful transformations.

Yet its other transformation forms remained flawless.

Mimicking a skeleton, it now was a skeleton.

Tendrils of flesh passed through its bones, leaving no trace.

Nearby, Red Robe, who was providing support, shrank her floating form and remained largely unaffected by the Flesh Eye’s gaze.

Only Uta…

Uta was pure… well, he wasn’t entirely human either, but Uta possessed a very fresh and vibrant flesh-and-blood body. His physique was the perfect breeding ground for flesh tendrils.

A full four beams of ocular light converged upon him.

At that moment, Uta’s hair stood on end, his thick brows furrowing.

He stomped the ground, sending broken stones flying.

The beams pierced through his afterimages.

Flesh tendrils seemed to sprout in the air, spreading relentlessly, chasing the trails of afterimages he left behind but never catching up.

Even though the speed of the gaze was nearly impossible to evade, Uta relied on his instinctual warnings, darting and dodging with rapid movements.

The gaze always lagged one step behind him.

He leaped before a Flesh Tower, charged up, and threw a punch.

The tower first concave inward, then bulged outward from the back before exploding. Like a massive pustule bursting, countless droplets of blood sprayed everywhere as Uta shifted his stance, throwing punch after punch that shook the earth and shattered flesh inch by inch.

Within seconds, Uta in his normal form had demolished the first Flesh Tower.

“Not only are the Flesh Towers’ attack patterns bizarre, they’re also extremely difficult to dismantle. This defensive structure is quite formidable,”

Mu Yuan pondered.

Despite the limitations of the Flesh Eye’s gaze, its method of attack was profoundly strange, and its effects were nearly impossible to defend against.

Even a Legendary Realm expert, if caught off guard, could be stared to death by multiple beams of fleshly ocular light.

The Gnoll Tribe was indeed terrifying.

And what of the Gnoll overlord behind it all?

……

By the 8th minute of the battle, Deadbone and the other three had slain over a hundred powerful Third and Fourth Order monsters.

With Deadbone present, the group had no fear of being surrounded.

General Deadbone alone was an army.

“Boom—”

Dolai turned around.Behind him, dazzling red and blue radiance bloomed, enveloping a hundred-meter radius and annihilating everything within.

…

20 minutes into the war.

Bone Four temporarily halted the power of the Legion Soul Resonance—in such an intensely chaotic battlefield, their resonance could only be maintained for less than half an hour. It believed it was necessary to preserve some strength for unexpected situations.

Deprived of the Legion Soul’s power, the Undead Legion, trapped amidst enemy formations, began to struggle fiercely.

At this moment, the second main force, the Human Race Legion, stepped forward, exchanging positions with the Undead Legion.

The Undead Legion retreated to the second line.

…

30 minutes into the war.

By now, some intelligent Gnolls began to sense something amiss. It seemed as though their own kin were the ones constantly falling in battle, while the number of living beings they managed to slay was extremely limited.

Moreover…

Their entire Gnoll Tribe was in utter chaos. Low and mid-level Gnolls and other monsters, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward recklessly.

There was no order, no strategy.

Frequently, monsters collided with one another, causing chaos and stumbling over each other.

“Where is the Chieftain? Where are the second, third… tenth leaders?”

The leaders, who possessed the authority to command, were all absent. The lesser ones, driven by the scent of living beings, had completely lost their reason.

Thinking this, the intelligent Gnoll began to entertain thoughts of retreat.

A demonic voice echoed in his mind, urging him to charge forward, to pounce, to tear into the flesh of the living. But he was a seasoned, cunning Gnoll, well-versed in the art of slacking off, capable of suppressing his bloody instincts.

He glanced around, scaled the cliff, and fled along a secluded, steep slope toward the unguarded rear.

Until shadows enveloped him, and azure winds closed in from all sides.

He lost consciousness.

…

40 minutes into the war.

The resistance of the Gnoll Tribe had gradually weakened. However, aside from a few intelligent Gnolls, the remaining monsters fought on fearlessly, like zombies, battling to the last breath.

To be fair, the troops were fierce, but they still retained some habits of their former races and required the Lord’s commands to fight tirelessly for three days and three nights.

In contrast, the monsters, as long as they caught the scent of the living, would charge forward with wild roars.

The two were entirely incompatible life forms.

By the end of the battle, the main forces of each legion were utterly exhausted. Deadbone and the others, who bore the greatest pressure and attracted the most fire, had also expended a significant amount of energy.

“In total, there were over twenty thousand monsters.”This number might be far less than the siege wave, but the wave contained a large number of filler minions, whereas over half here were elites.””

Slaughtering over twenty thousand pigs would be no easy task, let alone over twenty thousand monsters capable of ambushes, unleashing saber beams, and conjuring fireballs.

Even more challenging were the various defensive measures, including the Flesh Tower, and the large, amalgamated flesh monsters.

“Fortunately, it seems the Gnolls had some war machines they didn’t have time to deploy.”

“Dozens of fleeing Gnolls were also intercepted and killed one by one through Heavenly Eye reconnaissance.”

To achieve this, he had exhausted all three uses of the ‘Infinite Range Heavenly Eye.’

Mu Yuan frowned slightly.

Attacking such a large tribe… or rather, a monster city—and ensuring no fleeing monsters escaped—was indeed still somewhat beyond their capabilities.

However, Gnoll Tribe One was the closest large tribe to their Tianyuan Territory.In any case, removing this eye of the Gnoll chieftain first was always the right move.

He had a second objective.

Previously restricted by the Gnolls’ activities in the surrounding area, their Tianyuan Territory exploration teams had rarely ventured out. For over half a month, the territory had seen no proper exploration gains, merely living off past reserves.

He needed income from medicinal herbs, minerals, and so on.

And here,

Mu Yuan walked into the Gnoll Tribe. The place reeked of blood, buildings lay in ruins, but within the bloodstains, numerous sparkling specks of light shimmered—tiny grains of Soul Sand extracted from the monsters.

From time to time, some glowing orbs hovered above them.

Both white and green lights were present.

With just a casual glance, he spotted no fewer than ten Rare Remnant Souls.

It could be called a major haul.

And the real windfall hadn’t even begun. The mark on the back of his hand was growing increasingly hot, reminding him that there was Filth here worth purifying. More than one source, in fact.

“Lord…”

Xiliu, drenched in blood with wings sprouting from her back, descended from the air, “Big Sis Dolai says she’s found quite a few valuable things—mineral deposits! There are mines within the Gnoll Tribe, and more than one!”

(End of Chapter)