Chapter 1119: Unbeatable

Divine Shock is a legendary Element of combat techniques; it can be released at range or used in melee, combines physical strike and flame damage, erupts extremely fast, and its lethal radius can be controlled at will, making Ke Er Sa Luo's currently most powerful attack.

He closed in on the enemy with a flash step, simultaneously triggering the Titan's divine power and the boundless, berserk Holy Light's Fury.

In an instant, his power reached the Level 20 cap.

Holy Light's Fury originally stems from the Flame Giant's demonic soul as "Rage of Flames", capable of unleashing more than tenfold power in a flash, accompanied by flame damage.

Ke Er Sa Luo ignites it with Radiant Holy Fire, calling it Holy Light's Fury.

His body swelled to five meters tall, towering like a giant; golden flames spewed from the seams of his divine armor, his whole form cloaked in fire, and the terrifying power and endless holy light were poured into the Shatterlight War Axe, delivering the ultimate strike!

Boom—!

The massive war axe fell like a scorching sun, and under Ke Er Sa Luo's control, a fan-shaped shockwave laced with towering Radiant Holy Fire surged forward like lightning.

Four Saint Rank Trolls were caught off guard and instantly engulfed by the flames.

The power of Divine Shock rolled like a tsunami across half the plaza; the hundreds of elite trolls arrayed before the shrine fell within its strike zone. Though some were farther away, the Level 20 burst wave instantly shattered their bodies, and the Radiant Holy Fire rolled away, turning to ash in an instant.

With a single blow, the entire army was annihilated.

Seconds later, when the golden flames subsided, the Holy Warriors saw only devastation before them, not a single troll corpse in sight.

The ruling class of Hazelick, including Ma Ji Er, was wiped out in one sweep.

The summit fell silent.

The Holy Warriors stared at Ke Er Sa Luo's massive silhouette, expression blank, daring not to utter a sound.

Even though they knew the Chieftain's strength far surpassed the former Zuralazab, they never imagined it could be so terrifying—one strike erased two Hunt Kings, a troll warlord, a shaman priest, and at least a hundred high-ranking trolls!

"Luo A!"

A Holy Warrior whispered it.

They also sensed the power the Chieftain wielded, the aura of the Luo A deity, and many Holy Warriors wore complex expressions.

The troll tribes of the Land of the Abandoned Gods harbored deep hatred for Luo A; they clung to their original deity and refused to convert, thus suffering persecution and hunts by Luo A‑ruled troll tribes, forcing their ancestors to flee into the Land of the Abandoned Gods.

Now, the Chieftain has become a Luo A…

Is not the Chieftain my lord's Divine Chosen?

The Luo A Temple in the Land of the Abandoned Gods has long been destroyed, vanished from the river of ages; why can the Chieftain now reclaim Luo A's power?

The Holy Warriors, still stunned, saw the Chieftain act again.

Ke Er Sa Luo raised his right hand, a sphere of golden flame coalescing in his palm as countless energies surged from all directions, forming a visible energy storm that fed the fire, causing it to swell wildly, and in an instant it became a golden fireball over a meter in diameter.

Sure enough, it's Luo A's power!

This time, the Holy Warriors saw more clearly.

They felt their hearts race; the flame in the Chieftain's hand grew brighter and denser, like a tiny real sun, its terrifying heat causing the Terrifying Horned Dragons to instinctively retreat a bit.

After a dozen seconds, Ke Er Sa Luo hurled the golden fireball.

The fireball streaked like a meteor into the Hunting Shrine.

And then exploded!

The Holy Warriors only felt the sky darken abruptly, then a blinding flash filled their sight with endless white light, obscuring everything; a moment later a earth‑shaking explosion roared in their ears, the ground quaked, and a scorching shockwave struck them, forcing them to retreat step by step.

When their vision returned, they saw the magnificent Hunting Shrine flattened.

Only a vast ruin remained in its place.

The Hunting Shrine that had stood atop Hazelick Summit for countless years, the sacred site revered by the million trolls of the Headhunter Tribe, was now a thing of the past.

Every troll in Hazelick City witnessed the scene, all horrified to the brink of madness.

Terror, despair, weeping!

But most of all, anger.

Hazelick comprises three troll tribes, with nearly four hundred thousand residents, all followers of the hunting god Wu Lei Er Si; although the Chieftain and the elite forces were slain, close to fifty thousand troll hunters and warriors, seeing the shrine's destruction, surged toward the summit with blood‑shot eyes.

More troll civilians, regardless of gender, brandished all manner of weapons and tools, roaring to cleanse the deity's shame or avenge their families, recklessly charging toward the enemies atop the summit.

Countless forest trolls surrounded from all sides.

Facing foes a hundred times their size, the Holy Warriors couldn't help but panic, hearing a calm voice say, "Form a defensive formation!"

Ke Er Sa Luo issued the order.

Hearing the Chieftain's voice, the Holy Warriors steadied themselves, instantly reorienting the Terrifying Horned Dragons into a circular barrel formation, tails inward, horns outward, their tall, sturdy bodies forming a defensive line, giving the Holy Warriors stable footing.

Soon, hundreds of forest trolls, their fury blazing sky‑high, surged onto the summit, launching a fearless charge.

The sky above also harbored enemies.

The remaining two hundred plus pterosaur hunters of Hazelick dove from the heights, the troll hunters on their backs raising bows and spears, aiming at the targets below.

There were also hundreds of hunting hawks, feathered serpents, giant bats and various flying beasts, all tamed companions of the troll hunters, swooping chaotically at the enemy. On the ground, more beasts formed a beast tide, roaring as they charged the Terrifying Horned Dragons.

The Chieftain's guard seemed to be plunged into an oceanic people's war.

Ke Er Sa Luo spread his Blazing Angel Wings behind him, hovering mid‑air, cold‑eyed as he surveyed the ubiquitous foes, his face unmoved.

If a past‑life army faced such a predicament, it would be certain death.

But this is Ai Lun E Si.

In a world where extraordinary power runs rampant and greatness belongs to the individual, numbers and morale are not decisive, nor even primary factors.

The true determinant of victory is strength!

Before absolute strength, countless civilians, boundless anger, or even fearless resolve appear pale and powerless.

Ke Er Sa Luo erected a protective aura to shield against attacks from above.

Simultaneously, the enemy surged before the Holy Warriors.

Three hundred troll‑formed Thunder‑forged Divine Weapons were already calmly dispersed throughout the defensive formation; after the first wave of weapon‑to‑body collisions, strengths were instantly sorted. The larger horde of trolls and beasts, like eggs striking stone, shattered instantly, collapsing into corpses.

The trolls behind trampled over the corpses, charging forward and immediately stepping into the aftermath.

The forest trolls battered the defense in wave after wave, yet the Thunder‑forged Divine Weapons and Holy Warriors never retreated, standing like reefs amid towering waves, unshaken by the surf.

The corpses on the ground kept increasing, piling up layer by layer.

In the sky, pterosaurs and countless flying beasts were also blown apart by iron‑wood spears forged by Thundercast Celestial Soldiers, their heads exploded; their bodies fell, crushing many trolls and even toppling the structures around the summit. The attacks launched by the pterosaur hunters were all blocked by protective auras.

The cries of slaughter shook the heavens, blood streamed like a river.

Ke'ersaluo did not act personally; his Soul Eye saw the souls of each troll fly out of their corpses and then be absorbed by him from a distance.

On the Southern Continent, he could devour souls without restraint.

The divine power of the hunting god Wu Leiers was cut off by the Ancient Sacred Altar, unable to reach the Southern Continent; his contact with followers was weak, and he even did not know the current state of Hazlaik.

He need not worry about being seen through by Him.

Even if Wu Leiers sensed some truth, it mattered little, for He was powerless.

In a brief fifteen‑minute battle, the summit was almost entirely buried under troll corpses; before the Holy Warrior line, the bodies piled several meters high, the ground turned completely crimson with troll blood flowing down from the summit.

The scene was extremely brutal.

Yet the blood that flowed was that of the three Hazlaik troll tribes, and the fallen were all followers of the hunting god.

The Chief's Guard, however, remained unscathed!

Many Holy Warriors were wounded; Thundercast Divine Soldiers could not protect everyone nearby. Light injuries were quickly healed by Divine Technique, allowing them to rejoin the fight. There were a dozen serious wounds, but a Holy Warrior in the Chief's Guard who mastered Holy Healing Technique used it to instantly rescue the severely injured clan members.

Gradually, the impact intensity of Hazlaik's trolls waned.

They sacrificed tens of thousands of clan lives yet killed not a single enemy; such a stark power gap filled them with despair.

Reality was like a bucket of ice water poured over the trolls' heads, dousing their fury.

The trolls who first charged the enemy were mostly the most devout followers; the surviving trolls now lack some faith and resolve.

Many trolls still feared no death.

But they did not wish to die pointlessly.

When the trolls were trapped near the summit, a massive roar came from outside the city; turning back, they saw a huge army emerging from the forest, racing across the open ground beyond the walls, closing in on the already collapsed gate.

Blazing Sun Edge!

The Holy Warrior army arrived.

Hazlaik's trolls were no strangers to the Blazing Sun Tribe's Holy Warriors; a thousand‑strong Chief's Guard had already inflicted such heavy casualties, nearly wiping out the elite of the three tribes. Now, with fifteen thousand members of the Blazing Sun Edge arriving, how could Hazlaik resist?

Is the Blazing Sun Tribe intent on razing the city?

The trolls in Hazlaik City panicked, the residents fled in chaos.

"Lay down your weapons, surrender and we will not kill!"

At that moment, an imposing voice rang through the city; hundreds of thousands of trolls looked up toward the summit, where a towering figure hovered in mid‑air, a pair of broad golden wings behind him radiating a sun‑like aura. The trolls had only seen such power on Luo A.

"Lay down your weapons, surrender and we will not kill."

Ke'ersaluo repeated, raising his voice: "People of Hazlaik, I am Ke'ersaluo, chief of the Blazing Sun Tribe."

"The Blazing Sun Tribe does not intend to create more slaughter; if you lay down your weapons and cease resistance, my army will not attack you."

"Now return to your homes and await further orders."

"Any resistance will be met with death!"

Hazlaik fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted again. Though many trolls doubted Ke'ersaluo's words and scrambled to flee Hazlaik, more trolls chose to return home, abandoning resistance.

The trolls that surged to the summit found their Willpower weakened.

Many trolls slowed their pace and retreated.

Outside the city, the Holy Warrior troops of the Blazing Sun Edge split into three columns: one rushed through the collapsed gate, while the other two circled the walls toward Hazlaik's other two gates. The trolls inside sensed the Edge's blocking intent and sprinted toward the gates, their only hope of escape.

But when the trolls arrived, they found both gates held by an unknown army.

Their numbers were small—about five hundred trolls—whose gear was haphazard and bore no resemblance to the Blazing Sun Tribe's Holy Warriors. Yet each possessed strength comparable to high‑ranked warriors.

Tens of thousands of Hazlaik residents surged at the gates, soon turning the ground into a sea of corpses.

The towering walls once proud of the Blood Spear Tribe, which had given residents great security, now serve as cages that block their last hope of escape.

Soon, the Blazing Sun Edge entered the city.

The other two Holy Warrior forces also arrived outside the gates; the unknown troops inside opened the gates, allowing the Holy Warriors to enter unimpeded.

The trolls gathered at the gates broke up in a clamor and fled back home.

The overall situation was thus decided.

Ke'ersaluo personally took command in Hazlaik, with the Blazing Sun Edge and the Chief's Guard securing the three gates, suppressing scattered resistors, and conducting a carpet‑style sweep of the city, capturing every high‑rank troll—those of legendary level—for interrogation.

Any resistor was executed on the spot.

Only those willing to submit to the Blazing Sun Tribe and convert to the Lord of Brilliance could spare their lives.

Both Thundercast Divine Soldiers and Thundercast Celestial Soldiers possess Soul Eyes, naturally able to discern whether a troll's words are true or false; the overwhelming majority of surrendering high‑rank trolls do so merely to survive, while some feign submission with the intent to bide revenge later.

However, Ke'ersaluo did not care.

Whether genuine surrender or false allegiance, he accepted them; he needed these remaining high‑rank trolls to set an example for Hazlaik's residents.

The elite of Hazlaik's three troll tribes were nearly wiped out, guarded by Thundercast Divine Soldiers who could spot conspiracies at a glance; these trolls could not stir any trouble.

Ke'ersaluo only needed to force them to pray to the Lord of Brilliance.

Eventually a few trolls would be willing to convert; then, selecting from among them the more devout, he would grant them the meditation of Holy Light and Divine Technique, turning them into Holy Warriors, granting power and tribal authority, which would naturally inspire more trolls to follow and join the Lord of Brilliance's church.

Of course, it would take several months before any effect became visible.

Millennia‑long faith is hard to change; converting Hazlaik's over three hundred thousand trolls to fully believe in the Lord of Brilliance could take two generations.

Ke'ersaluo could not wait that long.

He stayed in Hazlaik for only three days, leaving five thousand Holy Warriors led by a hundred Thundercast Divine Soldiers, with hundreds of Thundercast Celestial Soldiers covertly monitoring, ensuring control over the entire city, then he took the Chief's Guard and the Blazing Sun Edge straight to the second target.

The other city of the Hunter‑Head Tribe, Tanzaer, ruled by the Bone‑Shatter Tribe.

(End of Chapter)