Chapter 1118: Sweeping Through Ten Thousand Armies

The ground trembles!

Five hundred heavily armored terror‑horned drakes launched a charge.

Each terror‑horned drake carried two Saint Warriors on its back; at this moment, they no longer spared their mounts, whipping them fiercely. The drakes, stung by the pain, galloped wildly, their speed increasing, their massive bodies pushing to the limit. Roughly every ten formed a line, creating a several‑hundred‑meter‑long column that surged like a mountain‑crushing wave toward Hazlek's city gate.

The trolls on the city wall were overwhelmed by the Saint Warriors' aura, wavering slightly, their faces showing fear.

But soon, harsh orders rang out, restoring discipline.

At this moment, the chief's guard had fully surged out of the forest, with no troops following behind; the trolls on the wall, seeing this, all breathed a sigh of relief.

Many trolls licked their lips, their anxiety turning into excitement.

A thousand Saint Warriors trying to breach Hazlek is sheer suicide; they say the Sunfire Tribe has a new chief, originally a brainless fool!

"Hunters, prepare!"

A towering troll shouted.

He raised his right hand high, eyes fixed on the enemies charging toward the gate; when the front third of their formation entered range, he swung his hand heavily and ordered, "Fire!"

Bang—bang—bang…

The twang of bowstrings filled the air as over a thousand arrows formed a dense rain, pelting the enemy ranks. Simultaneously, spears interspersed the arrow rain, and the ballistae on the wall launched hefty bolts, targeting the Sunfire troll at the forefront.

He rode the largest terror‑horned drake, towering and burly, wielding a battle axe, clad in a heavy golden armor.

As a centuries‑old mortal enemy, the Blood‑Spear trolls could naturally recognize him.

He is the chief of the Sunfire Tribe!

Zu La Za Bu's reputation is known throughout the God‑Abandoned Land; even among the Head‑Hunters tribe, trolls revere this mighty Sunfire warrior. In terms of personal strength, Zu Za La Bu is the strongest in the God‑Abandoned Land, and the Blood‑Spear tribe usually needs two or three "Hunt Kings" or "War Generals" to match him.

However, this troll is not Zu La Za Bu.

More than two months ago, news spread through the Sunfire Tribe that Zu La Za Bu had been overthrown; he was brutally slain in a duel, and the troll who killed him became the new chief.

It now appears to be him.

This troll looks very young—could he really have slain Zu La Za Bu?

The Blood‑Spear trolls were puzzled, when suddenly they saw the opponent raise his right hand, clenching into a fist that emitted golden light, instantly expanding a dazzling shield that stood before the charging troops.

In the next instant.

The arrow rain, spears, and giant crossbow bolts struck the shield; the translucent barrier was harder than armor, shattering the attacks instantly, sending ripples that barely quivered, showing no sign of collapse.

The trolls on the wall were astonished, disbelief in their eyes.

"What is that?"

The vast majority of trolls do not know Divine Technique.

Even though they worship the hunting god Ureils, the altar has sealed the Southern Continent, so for Ureils to grant trolls Divine Technique would require tenfold or even dozens of times the divine power, making it almost never bestowed.

Moreover, the hunting god is not adept at Divine Technique; his divine duties are far from the magical realm, he knows few Divine Techniques and mainly grants blessings to his followers.

Among the Head‑Hunters tribe, only a handful of the strongest trolls have ever received the god's blessing.

The protective aura reminded the trolls of Loa.

Several Loa deities can grant followers such abilities; instantly, the Blood‑Spear trolls exclaimed in shock, "Has the Sunfire Tribe pledged to Loa?"

"Probably not."

"If they have pledged to Loa, that would be a disgrace to Yin He Nie Luo!" a troll sneered contemptuously.

In the God‑Abandoned Land, troll tribes are enemies locked in endless conflict, yet their stance toward Loa is uniform: they firmly deem Loa merely a group of false gods.

While hurling insults, the Blood‑Spear trolls also grew uneasy.

Luo Ka En, who commanded the troops guarding the gate, is a "Troll War General," ranking just below the "Hunter King" in the Head‑Hunters tribe.

He is a fanatic of Ureils, and his spirit quakes at this moment.

"This is not Loa's blessing; this is Divine Technique!"

"Has the Sunfire God revived?"

Even as Luo Ka En was shocked, he did not forget his duty, shouting loudly, "Continue, fire at full force! Pierce their shield for me!"

Wave after wave of arrow rain and spears flew out.

Ke Er Sa Luo rode atop a terror‑horned drake, maintaining the protective aura, letting the arrow rain and spears strike the shield with a crackle; the aura quivered violently, the holy light surged like a breached dam, yet was instantly replenished by electrical energy.

After several successive waves of arrow rain and spear attacks, the protective aura remained steadfast.

The Saint Warriors were unscathed.

Moreover, the army had surged to within less than three hundred meters of the gate; the terror‑horned drakes' charge speed peaked, kicking up massive dust.

Three fence barriers, fashioned from thick logs sharpened at the ends, stood ahead. Ke Er Sa Luo kept the protective aura with one hand while the other conjured the "Dawn Sword" and slashed forward; the Divine Technique greatsword expanded into a blade of light dozens of meters wide, cleaving the wooden fence and utterly destroying the traps behind it, carving a broad avenue straight to the gate.

The Dawn Sword's final strike hit the gate with a booming crack; countless golden flames erupted from the blade, causing a massive explosion.

The gate was pierced, and the troll guards stationed behind it turned to ash under that blow.

"Ah..."

Dozens of strands of bright holy fire splashed onto the wall, instantly igniting some unlucky trolls, who turned into piles of ash amid their screams.

The terror‑horned drakes surged toward the gate unhindered.

The Blood‑Spear trolls on the wall saw their formation thrown into chaos; the protective aura loomed like a massive golden wall crushing forward, and the orderly arrow rain was halted.

Luo Ka En couldn't spare time to regroup; he leapt down from the wall brandishing his massive axe. His timing was perfect: Ke Er Sa Luo was about to charge through the gate on a terror‑horned drake, and Luo Ka En raised his axe with both hands, slashing down with all his might at Ke Er Sa Luo.

Ke Er Sa Luo, having sensed it early, looked up, and the "Light‑Shatterer" battle‑axe in his hand casually blocked.

Clang!

Amid the piercing blast, Luo Ka En was flung backward at even greater speed.

But before his body touched the ground, it split in two from bottom to top, symmetrically cleaved. Bright holy fire erupted from the wounds, spreading over his whole form; the fire that fell to the ground turned to ash, and even his axe melted into liquid.

A Saint Rank "Troll War General" fell with a single blow.

Ke Er Sa Luo killed Luo Ka En in a single stroke, never pausing, and rode the terror‑horned drake through the gate, rampaging through Hazlek City.

Behind him, the Holy Knights swarmed in.

The city gate fell, Hazileke descended into chaos, but soon Blood Spear trolls stepped forward to block.

Ke'ersaluo's goal was the Hunting Temple on the mountaintop, and having long been informed by the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers, he knew Hazileke's terrain and routes like the back of his hand.

He himself acted as the spearhead, sprinting down the street, releasing Dawn Sword and Holy Storm alternately.

Occasionally he added a Holy Shock.

Any troll enemy that stood before or approached, regardless of number or strength, was killed at first sight—either burned to ash by bright holy fire or crushed into mush by the Dreadhorn Dragon, leaving no intact corpse.

Behind Ke'ersaluo, the Holy Knights also defended against enemy attacks.

Blood Spear trolls kept coming, in endless waves.

Yet, they miraculously held the line; the Holy Knights found that comrades nearby could always slay enemies at the crucial moment, saving their own lives.

These silent chief guard members did not wield holy light, but were strong, fast, and far more responsive than themselves; no matter how many foes surged forward, a swing of their weapons instantly cleaved them into fragments, and arrows shot from afar were easily deflected.

Occasionally an attack struck them, causing only minor wounds that healed quickly.

The Holy Knights were deeply shocked.

But now was no time for surprise; they followed the chief, pushing enemies aside, leaving corpses everywhere and even razing buildings.

In Hazileke city, the sound of killing thundered; from the sky one could see a formation of a thousand Holy Knights like a golden dragon winding up the mountain road, slaying enemies along the way, drawing ever nearer to the temple atop the peak.

A moment later.

Ke'ersaluo swung his axe, killing two ambushing High‑rank Stalkers, then tossed the Dawn Sword, slashing a High‑rank Hunter riding a giant eagle in the sky along with his mount, turning the heavens into a rain of blood.

He could not count how many trolls he had slain along the way.

There were dozens of high‑rank ones alone; the so‑called "Hunter Kings" and "Troll War Generals" also saw three fall beneath his battle‑axe, none able to withstand a single blow.

Suddenly his vision went blank.

Ke'ersaluo looked around; he had already surged to the summit, the highest point of Hazileke, where the peak was flattened and a magnificent temple stood. Its architecture was unusual, its walls etched with brutal scenes that exuded a primitive, blood‑soaked aura.

The Temple of the Hunting God Urels!

Before the temple, hundreds of elite trolls and high‑rank trolls formed the temple guards in a strict formation, led by four Saint Rank elites.

Two Hunter Kings, one Troll War General, and one Shaman Priest.

Four trolls blocked the way.

Ke'ersaluo ordered the Dreadhorn Dragon to slow, raised his right hand, and the Holy Knights behind him also eased their pace, crowding the opposite side of the temple plaza.

The Dreadhorn Dragon, after charging for so long, panted heavily.

The two sides faced each other, separated by several hundred paces.

Ke'ersaluo observed the opponents; the four Saint Rank Trolls were clearly led by the central Hunter King, who had undergone eight Soul Transformations, equivalent to a human transcendent above th Level, nearing the next Soul Transformation and the strongest of the group.

He was the chief of the Blood Spear Tribe, named Majier, and also the chief of the Bounty Hunter Tribe, ranking above the other two tribal chiefs who controlled the city.

At this moment, Majier's expression was grim.

He wore fine leather armor, wielded a strong bow, bore a spear, and behind him followed powerful beasts he had kept for years, the strongest being a Gulaman War Bear, massive enough to stand as tall as a house; its claw could shatter huge rocks, its hide thick, possessing the potential to become a Loa.

There was also a Peak Forest Giant Eagle and a Lightning Leopard, each whose strength approached that of a Troll War General.

Aside from himself, the remaining strongest of Hazileke had arrived.

But Majier felt no safety at all.

The Troll War General, Hunter Kings, and Shaman Priest beside him all wore tense expressions, with hints of fear and retreat in their eyes.

They had all witnessed Lokaan's fate.

After Lokaan, each faced a Hunter King and a Troll War General in battle, and without exception, all met death.

Majier immediately altered strategy, sending the most elite high‑rank trolls to ambush, but within that brief quarter‑hour, more than half of Hazileke's high‑rank trolls were slain, elite trolls suffered countless casualties, yet they could not halt the enemy's advance.

More terrifying, the enemy emerged unscathed.

Despite such a heavy price, not even a single Sunfire troll was killed.

The upper echelons of the Blood Spear Tribe were instantly terrified; this Sunfire troll… his strength surpassed that of Zulazabu!

Even the Loa deity did not exude such terrifying oppression; even from several hundred paces away, the aura emitted made the trolls feel suffocated.

This dreadful power was like a blazing sun, impossible to look at directly.

The temple plaza fell silent, save for the Dreadhorn Dragon's breathing.

Ke'ersaluo's gaze swept around, finally resting on Majier, and he said calmly, "Chief Majier, the Blood Spear Tribe's hatred toward the Sunfire Tribe should be settled today."

Majier exchanged a glance with the Saint Rank Troll beside him.

He inhaled deeply and asked, "Chief Ke'ersaluo, the Blood Spear Tribe wishes to reconcile, but we do not know what price must be paid?"

The enemies had already reached the Hazileke temple; we were no match. For the sake of the hundreds of thousands of Hazileke tribespeople, surrender was the only option. This was the result of an urgent council among Majier's four trolls, yet surrender came with conditions, hoping to retain a chance for vengeance.

"Very simple."

Ke'ersaluo stated his demands: "The Blood Spear Tribe must do two things—destroy the Hunting Temple and then all convert to the Lord of Radiance."

Majier's expression changed dramatically.

Before he could reply, the Shaman Priest beside him shouted angrily, "Impossible! The Blood Spear Tribe has served the Hunting Way for tens of thousands of years; even in death we would never betray our lord…"

"Then you may go die."

Ke'ersaluo had no intention of negotiating; before his words finished, his figure vanished onto the Dreadhorn Dragon's back, turning into a beam of light that instantly appeared before the four Saint Rank Trolls opposite, a crushing pressure enveloping everything, even the air solidifying.

Majier's four Saint Rank Trolls, along with hundreds of temple guards around them, were immobilized.

"Loa deity!"

"This is the power of the Loa deity!"

The trolls shouted in their hearts, but had no time to counter; Ke'ersaluo stepped forward, raised his battle‑axe, unleashing terrifying Holy Light, like hoisting a blazing sun to crush the ground, and instantly the entire summit trembled.

Holy Shock!

(End of Chapter)