Chapter 350: Level 9 Warlock

The gunfire roared, scarier than a submachine gun.

Like thunder booming from the sky, countless invisible bullets rained down like raindrops, striking the Dorak berserkers, instantly tearing their bodies apart and piercing through, causing horrific casualties.

Some unlucky barbarians were shot in the head and died on the spot.

Even high‑rank barbarian warriors couldn't withstand the power of Rambo's Gun; after a burst of fire, they became corpses riddled with holes.

The Flame Dragon's fireball landed immediately.

Boom! Boom…

The fireball exploded amid the army, scorching flames sweeping a radius of over ten meters; just the first wave pulverized hundreds of barbarians, leaving the ground littered with charred limbs.

The Flame Dragon's fireball had only three rings; under other circumstances it would be hard to achieve such results, but in a dense crowd the targets cannot dodge, each sky‑borne fireball acting like artillery—no aiming needed, just bomb the densest enemy area.

Under the combined onslaught of Rambo's Gun and the Fireball Technique, the entire battlefield turned into a one‑sided slaughter.

The army collapsed at the first touch.

The Dorak barbarians already retreating, most of whom were low‑rank warriors, had no way to counter the enemies soaring overhead; watching their kin being slaughtered like wild boars, one after another, even the fearless berserkers were mentally broken.

A few mid‑stage and above berserkers hurled spears skyward in retaliation, only to find they fell short.

Their actions instead drew the Extreme Warriors' attention; the muzzles swung around like invisible cleavers, sweeping across and leaving bodies strewn everywhere.

"Run, quickly!"

"My god, what kind of weapon is that? Who are they?"

The Dorak barbarians shouted in despair, dropping their weapons and fleeing desperately, only to find they couldn't outrun the airborne foes and didn't know where to run; their kin fell one after another, either slain by fireballs, their minds blank, darting about like headless flies.

A few clever barbarians noticed a pattern: the faster they ran, the quicker they died; as long as they remained standing, they became targets.

So, with a flash of insight, they threw themselves to the ground, crawled to the side of a corpse and pretended to be dead.

However, their movements couldn't escape the Extreme Warriors' gaze; the weakened Truth Willpower they derived from the original body saw through such crude disguise at a glance.

A burst of fire swept over, turning the feigned death into real death.

On the other side, the ogres who had withdrawn a step earlier also didn't escape; the three‑headed Flame Dragon quickly pursued, and Rambo's Gun fired from behind them.

The ogres' defenses were far tougher than the barbarians', yet they couldn't withstand the machine gun's barrage; blood splattered across them, forming gaping wounds, and they fell screaming.

The seven ogre sorcerers raised shields, but they only held for a few seconds.

The Extreme Warriors focused their fire; after a concentrated barrage, the shields burst, bullets pierced the ogre sorcerers' bodies, easily harvesting their lives.

In less than a minute, dozens of ogres collapsed, their blood staining the snow.

The Flame Dragon in the sky returned to the battlefield, continuing to shoot down the Dorak.

All of this was observed clearly by the Makurag people in Astat City; from the start of the battle, they were utterly shocked.

All the Makurag people doubted whether what they saw was real.

Such a formidable Dorak army, nearly three thousand strong, comparable to the entire tribe's population, posed a terrifying threat to Astat, yet now they were slain without any chance to fight back.

"Jiliman above!"

"What happened after they followed the Earl of Glamorgan?"

"What is that weapon?"

"Sicrius wasn't bragging; he really could take out an entire Logos Tribe of ogres by himself…"

The Makurag people had countless questions; they had never seen a war like this, it far exceeded their imagination.

Even Marius was stunned by the scene.

He stood atop a height, watching the massacre outside the city, unable to utter a word, yet his clenched fists revealed his emotions. As a battle‑hardened legendary warrior, he felt a severe crisis; facing Extreme Warriors, even four or five of them would likely be unsurvivable for him.

"No wonder Sicrius and his men are so loyal to Lei En."

"Equipped with such powerful weapons, even though they are only sixty, they can sweep across the entire Sain Plateau."

Marius's mood was complicated.

He looked toward Lei En at the battlefield's center, the young human who created these miracles, who had left the knight order, riding alone on a bronze warhorse, stepping over corpses, stopping at the very middle without taking action; the surrounding enemies had been cleared by the Extreme Warriors, making him unusually conspicuous.

"What is he doing?"

Not only Marius, all the Makurag people were curious, gazing at Lei En with awe.

Hundreds of steps before Lei En, a protective shield dozens of meters in diameter unfolded.

The semi‑transparent shield was extremely strong; bullets from Rambo's Gun struck it, producing only faint ripples.

Inside the shield were Caligula himself and his thirty‑plus slaves.

The Extreme Warriors initially intended to shoot the enemy commander; an elf mage under Caligula quickly produced a magical scroll, creating this shield.

Lei En recognized it as a Seven‑Ring Resistance Field.

The elf mage was only ninth‑level; even with his magic, though the shield's energy came from the scroll, he could maintain it with minimal mana, but only for up to ten minutes.

The Seven‑Ring protective spell could not be pierced by Rambo's Gun, so the Extreme Warriors didn't waste bullets.

Anyway, these people had no escape.

Caligula inside the shield also realized this.

The legendary tyrant's face turned dreadfully grim, his chest heaving, veins bulging, staring intently at Lei En, his eyes blazing with anger as if about to erupt.

He stood there, helplessly watching his decades‑long army being slaughtered.

Gunfire and explosions, each sound struck his heart hard, like blood dripping from his chest. In his decades of life, he had never faced such a humiliating defeat; even if he survived to return to his tribe, he would have lost everything.

Worse still, his failure disgraced his lord, possibly inviting divine punishment.

Amid boundless fear and rage, Caligula also harbored countless doubts.

Who is this human?

Where does he come from?

What weapons do those human knights wield, and the barbarian warriors on the Flame Dragon's back, what weapons do they use?

How did they tame the bronze warhorse and the Flame Dragon?

Ka Li Gu La's gaze swept over the Gunwing Knights and Extreme Warriors, and a hard‑to‑suppress greed and fervor rose in his heart; if he could possess these weapons and troops, no one could stop him from ruling the Sehn Plateau, and he would surely receive his lord's supreme divine grace!

The key to all this lies in the young human across from them.

Ka Li Gu La's thoughts turned sharply, his anger subsided, and he regained composure, carefully observing Lei En from a hundred paces away, trying to discern any clues.

Yet after watching for a long time, he gained nothing.

Information on the Sehn Plateau was cut off; Ka Li Gu La was focused on the wars between tribes, knew little about the Empire, and had never heard of the name of a certain young count who had risen only recently.

The blood‑red cloak also concealed Lei En's aura, preventing him from judging his strength.

Ka Li Gu La was filled with dread, thinking, "No matter who this person is, if I take him down, today I will have a chance to turn things around."

He did not know that while he was observing Lei En, Lei En had already seen through him at a glance.

"Tyrant of the twelfth tier."

Under Lei En's Soul Eye, Ka Li Gu La's soul state was laid bare.

He left the Gunwing Knight order and ran to the center of the battlefield to absorb souls. At that moment souls were still ascending, with souls flying in from all over the field each second, converting into soul power; the energy gauge would not increase at all, while the Electric Claw Technique and Wind‑and‑Thunder Wings had both risen to four rings, so he poured everything into the Extreme Warrior.

The soul‑absorption range was only three to four hundred meters, unable to cover the whole battlefield, so some souls were still wasted.

Nevertheless, the resulting soul power was still considerable.

The two Extreme Warrior captains under special attention, Ke Luo Nu An and Ge Long, had already reached the ninth‑tier pinnacle; Lei En selected their power Elements and continuously fed them soul power.

The two captains in the sky, Qi Qi, let out a low hum.

Their power reached seventh tier, advancing to Super‑Exceptional Elements, triggering a Soul Transformation and entering the Legendary realm.

Lei En immediately redirected soul power, distributing it to the five team mentors.

His attention returned to Ka Li Gu La; this legendary Tyrant was extremely powerful, with more than twenty Elements in his soul, four of which were Super‑Exceptional Elements.

"Truly a Divine Chosen," Lei En muttered inwardly.

The extraordinary class "Tyrant" usually stems from an Iron Guard or Berserker, whose core Element is "Touch of Dominion," derived from a very rare aberration called the Eye Demon Tyrant.

Touch of Dominion, through physical contact, can turn sentient beings into one's slaves and draw a portion of their soul power to strengthen oneself.

This Element is very similar to the Green Dragon's "Mind Enchantment," yet there are many differences.

Both can only control targets weaker than themselves; Mind Enchantment controls fewer subjects, but does not affect the slave's mind or reasoning, has no range limit, and allows the slave to leave the Green Dragon's domain while remaining loyal.

The number of slaves Touch of Dominion can control is large; a legend can command over thirty, but the slaves cannot stray from the Tyrant's side and must have periodic physical contact, or they will break free and regain freedom.

Moreover, prolonged control by Touch of Dominion makes the slaves' minds rigid and dull; beyond combat they cannot offer the Tyrant counsel, becoming like mindless subjects.

However, in Lei En's view, Touch of Dominion is undoubtedly far stronger than Mind Enchantment.

Over thirty slaves each contributed a portion of soul power to Ka Li Gu La; the cumulative effect multiplied his strength severalfold, far surpassing that of an ordinary early‑stage legend!

Ka Li Gu La's power reached eighth tier, his resilience seventh tier, all Super‑Exceptional Elements.

Additionally there is the "Conqueror's Whip," a blessing from the Black Emperor Ban Er Kou when the Tyrant advances to a higher legend, upgrading the rare Element "Mind Lash" to a Super‑Exceptional Element; it issues various battle‑cry commands through sound, boosting morale or deterring foes, its effect comparable to a dragon's might.

Beyond the four Super‑Exceptional Elements, Ka Li Gu La also mastered several spells from the Eye Demon Tyrant, and his melee Elements were forged through countless trials.

What Lei En feared most was that Ka Li Gu La was a Divine Chosen.

In his opponent's soul, a black fire of faith blazed, forming a crude flaming crown, within the black flames faint Divine Technique runes flickered.

Lei En was not unfamiliar with Divine Chosen; he had even witnessed the birth of a Divine Chosen with his own eyes.

Viola is the Longhaired Lady's Chosen One, but compared with Ka Li Gu La, the two are on completely different levels, and the power gap between the deities they worship is even greater.

Divine Chosen can borrow the power of deities; each is a being not to be trifled with.

The Black Emperor Ban Er Kou is classified as an evil god within the Empire, yet in many lands and among other races outside the Empire he is openly worshipped, even designated as a state religion; he and the deceiver "Luo Xi" are the two greatest enemies of the God of Magic.

At the same time, Ban Er Kou and Luo Xi are mortal enemies.

These three powerful deities are each other's mortal foes; the secrecy of this is unknown to mortals. All three churches possess divine edicts treating the other's followers as blood‑feud enemies, and upon meeting they must fight to the death.

Lei En is not a devout follower of the God of Magic; he prays only once every ten days or half a month, and holds no particularly strong hostility toward Ban Er Kou's followers. At that time, in Mo Du, he saw the half‑beast Tyrant Ge La Han Mu, who was disguised as a Berserker; Lei En did not expose him, acting as if he knew nothing.

Killing a deity's Chosen One carries great risk.

It is highly likely to attract the deity's attention, get blacklisted, and become the target of the church.

Yet Ka Li Gu La cannot be spared.

Lei En read in the book "Deities and Followers" that deities never easily leave the divine realm to descend to the mortal world; they usually can only borrow a Chosen One's flesh as a vessel, serving as a temporary incarnation.

Such an incarnation's divine power has a ceiling, cannot bring excessive strength, yet it provokes other deities' covetousness; if slain, the deity's true form also suffers injury.

Therefore, deities rarely act directly against mortals, relying on their followers to resolve matters.

In the history of the Ai Lun E Si world, countless Divine Chosen have been slain, yet instances of immediate divine retaliation are few.

The Black Emperor Ban Er Kou is harsh‑tempered; he cannot tolerate failure and never intervenes for a failed follower.

Indeed, he will personally cast a failed Chosen One into terrifying, severe punishment, warning other church followers that they must never fall into failure.

Lei En saw vast swaths of black filling Ka Li Gu La's soul.

It was fear, fear of the deity.

Besides the black came red—anger and fear—mixed red and black like oil poured on fire, making the flame of faith burn fiercely; the soul was in violent turmoil, and his eyes radiated a ferocious light.

"He's about to act."

Lei En was not surprised; if Ka Li Gu La waited until the shield ended to act, the Extreme Warriors would have already slain all his subordinates, laying a net of death, leaving only a dead end.

At that moment, the soul ascent concluded.

Lei En exhaled, having risen to a ninth‑tier Wizard!

The next promotion will be a Soul Transformation to ascend to Legend.

The phone interface generated a third ring of energy; souls flew in one by one, the energy cells climbing step by step, quickly surpassing 10% with no sign of stopping.

He thought a command, and through original‑body symbiosis transmitted orders to several Extreme Warriors.

At once, four nearest fire dragons, each bearing twelve Extreme Warriors, flew over and hovered above his head; twelve Lambo spears aimed at the shield, ready to fire.

Lei En leapt off the bronze warhorse, sending it away.

He took out the Thunder Hammer, held it in his hand, drank a bottle of Frenzy Beast Blood Elixir, and simultaneously applied the Dragon Power Technique and Wind and Thunder Wings to himself.

A massive dragon illusion descended, and two wings formed of lightning extended from his back.

Lei En's body swelled slightly, expanding his light armor; it seemed as if endless power surged within him, and then, under the gaze of the Makurag, he lifted the Thunder Hammer step by step toward the protective shield.

Today, he will eliminate a God's Chosen One!

Ka wen is in great pain… Today the alignment was sorted, not easy…

(End of Chapter)