Chapter 1797

There's no need for Rage Art at all—mass javelin throws already prioritize her.

Tang Ruan is very strange right now.

Part of her body is cold and hard. Part of it is flickering with flames, like Zhuang Ya. And part of it is pouring out thick white smoke.

But she doesn't care at all, her whole body covered in all kinds of debuff effects, trembling as she pushes forward.

Occasionally her legs go numb and she collapses to the ground, but she quickly stands back up, doesn't even dust herself off, and keeps charging.

It's not just Tang Ruan—the other female soldiers are all about the same, with people collapsing from time to time too.

Even Zhao Chi feels Gu Qing's legs sometimes suddenly lose power and give out instantly.

Without the Mystic Maiden Armor +200% spiritual defense effect, things would be much worse now.

The distance between the two sides keeps shrinking.

The goblins' accuracy is also getting higher and higher.

The hit rate of 4,000 javelins has already exceeded 50%.

This hit rate is already extremely high—after all, javelins are ranged attacks, and the female soldiers' high heels also have an evasion +50% super-high bonus.

It can only be said that these goblins truly live up to being professional javelin throwers.

Only now does the true might of the goblin horde reveal itself.

However.

The higher the accuracy, the higher the damage.

The higher the damage, the higher the reflected damage.

The goblins' excellent throwing ability now produces the opposite effect instead.

Large numbers of goblins are wailing and screaming from the reflected damage.

Before the female soldiers even charged up, the goblin line had become crooked and twisted—wailing goblins everywhere, gaps everywhere.

"They... they have a reflect-damage skill, gwaa!"

"Yeah, I figured that out, heal me already, guk."

"Why won't they die, guk?"

"Not only won't they die, they're not even getting hurt, guk?"

"I'm healing you, what's all the yelling about? One more shout and I'll kick you, guk!"

"So what if they have reflect damage? Reflect damage can't be higher than direct damage—keep shooting, keep shooting, guk!"

"It hurts, guk."

"Less nonsense, shoot, guk!"

The goblins' intelligence is low, but they're not completely stupid.

They've already guessed the female soldiers have a reflect-damage effect, but so what if they guessed?

Are they supposed to wait for them to come into melee?

The problem is melee also has reflect damage.

However, just as the goblins were wailing, the female soldiers were already right on top of them.

After all, the distance between the two sides was never far to begin with.

Even while braving the javelin rain to climb up, the female soldiers charged up in just over ten seconds.

Zhao Chi shouted loudly: "Just ram them to death, conserve your stamina and spiritual power!"

"Understood!"

The giant female soldiers and normal female soldiers sprinting at full speed all carry tremendous weight-based momentum.

With this combination of speed and weight, they're essentially large dump trucks, or hard-as-nails reckless ghost-fire motorcycles.

The goblins watch the female soldiers growing larger and larger, feel the already obvious ground tremors, and their morale plummets.

Waves of rich fragrance assault their nostrils too—the goblins' fighting will is nearly spent.

"So fragrant, guk."

"No good, why won't they die?"

"Gwaa, run!"

"I'm in so much pain, hurts, guk."

"Who dares run? I'll cut down whoever runs first—keep shooting!"

"They can't be killed, guk—they're about to charge right into us!"

"My whole body's gone numb, guk!"

"Keep going, guk!"

"Huh? What's that smell, guk?"

"Why did you guys take off your armor? Put it back on, guk!"

"Why did you throw your weapons on the ground? Hurry up and throw them, guk!"

"Here they come, here they come, guk!"

Large numbers of goblins are wailing.

Some even threw down their javelins and switched out of their armor.

Their morale has now reached the brink of collapse.

Only goblins above Tier 3 are still holding on and continuing to attack.

However, this persistence is meaningless.

A goblin the enemy has closed in on is a dead goblin.

Even Xie Lang's whole body is trembling.

He turned and ran outright: "Shit, fuck their mothers, weren't those women real people? Are they earth puppets? How come so many thrown spears are completely useless, not affecting them at all? Karu! Get over here! Fly me back!"

A rich, fragrant breeze swept over.

Right after came a charming female voice: "I'll fly you back, you scumbag."

"Wh… what?"

He turned his head, and his entire field of vision was filled with Tang Ruan's enormous long legs, kicking over with violent wind pressure.

Whoooosh~

Xie Lang couldn't dodge at all.

The hard, pristine white stiletto heel came smashing down like a winter-melon-sized steel hammer.

Boom!

Pfft!

Fresh blood gushed out.

It stained the pristine white surface of the stiletto red.

"I… fuck…"

Every bone in Xie Lang's body was broken.

He went up into the air like a golf ball.

He died up in the sky before even falling back down.

From behind came a great flurry of thump-thump sounds.

The charging female soldiers were like steamrollers—everywhere was the sound of bones shattering and blood spraying.

The Gao Jie goblins' morale was still holding.

They raised shields, gripped axes, and still wanted to fight the female soldiers at close range.

But before they could even attack, they were all instantly smashed apart by the tank-like female soldiers.

Whether fifth-tier goblin slaughterers or fourth-tier goblin warmongers, all the same.

Not one second did they hold out.

Boom! Boom! Boom boom! Boom Boom Boom!