28: Chapter 28 Third Ring Spells: Bloodlust

From the bushes, a black mass of Kobolds rushed out, baring their blood-stained, sharp fangs in gaping maws, emitting bestial roars from their throats, charging forward with the most brutal of postures.

Looking down from the sky, the Barbarians and the Kobolds were like two spears colliding directly.

The violent Barbarian Chieftain Yas was the first to charge into the enemy formation.

A snarling Kobold, the moment it made contact with Barbarian Chieftain Yas, tried to swing its claws to pierce his throat.

But the next second, this Kobold seemed to have been hit by a bull.

Bang!

The violent force sent its body flying several meters high, then it slammed heavily onto the ground, blood spraying from its mouth like a fountain.

Looking closely, all its ribs were broken, and it died on the spot.

Bronze Rank Kobolds could not hinder this violent bull at all.

Barbarian Chieftain Yas, having knocked one person flying, did not slow down in the slightest, continuing to charge into the Kobolds with an overbearing posture.

Crack!

Crack!

The terrifying force only stopped abruptly after shattering twelve Kobolds.

At this moment, the glistening blood dripping from his body sent up wisps of steam from the heat.

This scene, like a war god reborn, was dazzling.

Gold Rank Barbarian, terrifying indeed.

But the Kobolds, despite being struck head-on, did not retreat a single step; the smell of blood was stimulating their nerves.

Roaring in fury, they charged forward in unison.

They wanted to tear this damned Barbarian to pieces!

Seeing this, Barbarian Chieftain Yas wore a ferocious smile on his lips.

Subsequently, this violent Gold Rank Barbarian, wielding a giant axe, began a massacre of the surrounding Kobolds that could only be described as bloody and violent.

A one-sided slaughter.

Bronze Rank, Silver Rank—these Kobolds were like lambs under the butcher knife of Barbarian Chieftain Yas.

Wherever the violent axe passed, the Kobolds were all cut in half at the waist.

This was a pure killing machine.

Worthy of the name Barbarian.

Barbarian Chieftain Yas had terrifying combat power, and those Barbarians who followed him in the charge were not to be outdone.

Violence is the best adjective to describe this group of wild bulls.

Facing a group of Kobolds with an average height of no more than 1.7 meters, the 1.9-meter-tall Barbarian Berserkers, wearing armor and carrying giant axes, were like tanks charging into a flock of sheep.

Splat!

Blood splattered everywhere, and flesh flew.

These crazy Berserkers didn't care about the Kobolds' attacks at all, their giant axes carrying violent power as they slaughtered in all directions.

How could Kobolds of the same level compare to Barbarians in terms of strength?

Not to mention the gap in equipment; after just one encounter, dozens of Kobolds were hacked to death on the spot.

And the price the Barbarians paid was merely seven or eight people suffering minor injuries.

After the first wave of contact, the morale of the Barbarians soared visibly!

"Powerful strength... I've become stronger!"

"Kill!!"

After killing the Kobolds, the Barbarians could clearly feel that their strength had increased.

Yes, just as Lord Loren said, killing the enemy makes you stronger!

That feeling was like the devil's temptation, making them nearly crazy.

With morale boosted, the Barbarians launched an even fiercer attack.

For a time, blood splashed and corpses flew everywhere on the scene.

Loren, who was commanding the overall situation, was also quite pleasantly surprised, because the system's notification sounds kept ringing continuously as the Barbarians slaughtered.

"Ding! Your subordinate killed a Kobold (Bronze Rank). You gained 1 point of Soul Power."

"Ding! Your subordinate killed a Kobold (Bronze Rank). You gained 1 point of Soul Power."

"Ding! Your subordinate killed a Kobold (Silver Rank). You gained 10 points of Soul Power."

"Ding! Your subordinate..."

Every time an enemy was killed, the Soul Power column on his attribute panel would jump up a notch.

Although he didn't know what these Soul Power points were specifically used for yet, it didn't hinder his inner sense of satisfaction.

Intuition told him that the more of this stuff, the better...

Because of the "Outnumbered" bond, the Kobolds did not collapse in the face of such terrifying attacks, but instead continued to resist stubbornly.

But facing the promoted Barbarian Berserkers, even the most stubborn resistance seemed pale and powerless.

But just as the situation began to tilt towards the Barbarians, a rich magical fluctuation rose from the bushes behind the Kobolds.

The next second, whoosh—an orange-red Fireball the size of a human head dragged a long tail flame across the blue sky and flew into the battlefield at lightning speed.

The scorching high temperature made everyone's skin feel scorched.

"Spellcaster!"

Accompanied by the Barbarians' exclamation, the hidden Kobold Bloodline Mage had made a move!!

The magic Fireball was too fast; the people in the battle had no time to dodge.

In the center of the battlefield, boom—the huge flame exploded.

A terrifying high-temperature shockwave rolled up dirt and Gravel, wreaking havoc in the surroundings.

The area with a diameter of more than thirty meters was directly shrouded in flames, and the stench of burning hair mixed with the smell of blood permeated the battlefield.

The seven or eight Barbarians affected were blown away several meters like straw, then slammed heavily onto the ground, directly losing their combat effectiveness.

The twenty or so Kobolds also shrouded in flames nearby had a worse fate than the Barbarians because of the lack of armor protection, and were burned to death directly.

The originally one-sided situation changed instantly due to the intervention of the Kobold Bloodline Mage, and the morale of the frantically killing Barbarians froze.

They immediately became cautious, constantly peeking at the situation behind the bushes with their peripheral vision.

The fearless Barbarians dared to charge at dragons, but only the Spellcasters who controlled elemental powers made them extremely wary.

That was not a power humans should possess...

Contrary to the Barbarians, the morale of the Kobolds soared instantly.

The power of God!!

The great Chief Sim has made a move!!

They knew that victory would eventually belong to the great Kobolds!!

The Kobolds at the back opened their blood-stained maws and roared excitedly at the sky, "Awoooo~"

The Kobolds in the front launched an even crazier counterattack against the Barbarians.

Relying on their huge numbers and the shifting morale, the previously one-sided situation directly reached a stalemate.

The scene became increasingly heated.

Loren, who was supervising the battle from the back, narrowed his eyes after seeing the damage caused by the Fireball explosion.

"Is this magic? This power is probably no worse than heavy artillery."

The Barbarians who were just hit by the magic survived only because of their strong bodies and not being in the center of the explosion.

If the opponent were given the chance to cast four or five more spells, the outcome of this war would be unknown.

A Spellcaster—the most terrifying thing is having the ability to change the course of a war.

He looked at Fiana, who was beside him with her eyes slightly narrowed and her gaze as sharp as a hawk.

"This Kobold Bloodline Mage is not simple... The power of the Fireball is definitely a cut above ordinary second-circle spells; we cannot let this drag on."

His eyes carried sharp killing intent.

"Fiana, help me take care of it. Also, while ensuring your own safety, bring him back; I want him alive!"

The system's task reward was this Bloodline Mage, and the magic the opponent released exceeded the power of the second-circle spells in the original body's memory, which made him even more valuable.

If Fiana killed the opponent in anger, this would be a huge loss.

Fiana, with her cold temperament, gripped the cross-sword in her hand and looked at Loren deeply.

"Stay safe."

As the words fell, her whole person rushed out like a sharp arrow.

She sped towards the direction where the magic Fireball was just released with an overbearing yet incredibly graceful posture.

The Platinum Rank swordsman revealed her power in front of Loren for the first time.

The moment Fiana made contact with the Kobolds, a blinding sword light flashed.

Subsequently, blood sprayed from the opponent's neck, and the blue sky added a bit of tragic color at this moment.

A gorgeous flower of death was blooming.

On the girl, killing had become an art at this moment.

Bloody yet beautiful.

No Kobold could stop that cold and graceful figure.

One kill with every step.

Her speed at killing Kobolds was even more exaggerated than the violent Barbarian Chieftain Yas.

Snow Dance Swordsman, skill is king.

Fiana and the Barbarian Chieftain Yas, the storm warrior, were completely two extremes.

Whoosh~

Just ten or so breaths later, the girl disappeared into the bushes.

Looking back, she left behind a bloody path paved with Kobold corpses.

This sword is peerlessly sharp.

But the moment Fiana entered the bushes, suddenly a more intense magical fluctuation emanated.

A light red magical energy like water mist instantly shrouded the bushes.

Immediately after, the Kobolds closer to the bushes began to rapidly devour that energy after coming into contact with the light red magical energy.

Their eyes gradually turned blood-red, and their muscles visibly bulged.

By the time the light red magical energy was devoured by the Kobolds, a group of blood-eyed Kobolds exuding cruel and crazy auras appeared in front.

Terrifying and horrifying.

Barbarian Chieftain Yas roared upon seeing this scene, took a few steps forward, and slashed down with his long-handled giant axe at a blood-eyed Kobold in front.

He didn't believe in any magic; he only believed in the giant axe in his hand!!

Barbarians, fearless!!

Splat~

That Kobold couldn't react at all; the sharp axe slashed in from the shoulder, almost cutting the Kobold in two!

But the bloodline Kobold seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain; after suffering such heavy damage, not only did it not fall, it actually turned around and hugged the giant axe tightly, then opened its giant mouth full of sharp fangs to bite Barbarian Chieftain Yas's wrist.

In that split second, seven or eight surrounding blood-eyed Kobolds swarmed over and forcibly grabbed him.

Claws and fangs tore crazily at his body.

The strong Barbarian Chieftain let out a roar, the long-handled giant axe pulled out violently, crack~ cutting several surrounding Kobolds on the spot!

Blood sprayed several meters high.

But the situation was already out of control.

In the few breaths that Barbarian Chieftain Yas was held up, more surrounding blood-eyed Kobolds drowned him in the crowd like a tide...

A Gold Rank powerhouse possesses powerful strength and is truly a match for a hundred men.

In daily life, Barbarian Chieftain Yas has no pressure at all when slaughtering hundreds of relatively weak races like Kobolds.

But at this moment, facing these blood-eyed Kobolds who were fearless after being blessed by magic and whose strength had been greatly improved, he was immediately plunged into a stalemate.

Even a Gold Rank like Barbarian Chieftain Yas was like this, and the other Barbarians felt even more pressure.

The blood-eyed Kobolds did not know pain or fear, and even if they were severely wounded, they would use their lives to hold them back.

Coupled with the advantage in numbers, the number of injured Barbarians began to soar...

Loren, who was supervising the battle from the back, saw this scene, supported his weak body with his hand on the carriage, and frowned deeply.

Third-Circle Spell—Bloodlust Sorcery.

That Kobold Bloodline Mage actually awakened a third-circle spell!

What kind of bullshit luck is this?

That is a third-circle spell!!

"All Barbarians, listen to my order: group into tens, gather with the nearest person, and deal with the enemy together."

It is true that Barbarians have strong bodies, but as soon as the battle started, they fought their own fights and didn't know what cooperation was at all.

It was fine when they crushed others with their physical fitness just now, but as the battlefield situation changed, they immediately fell into a passive position.

The benefit of high loyalty is that Loren's orders can be executed very quickly.

The Barbarians immediately gathered towards the people around them, and with the help of comrades, the situation immediately stabilized.

Whoosh~

But just at this moment.

A scorching Fireball, a circle larger than the previous one, flew out from the bushes and exploded directly next to a group of Barbarians who had just gathered, instantly knocking down a dozen more people.

Damn, this son-of-a-bitch Spellcaster.

Loren couldn't help but curse.

The opponent's sneak attack was truly irritating; high lethality was one thing, but the key was that it was too demoralizing.

He became ruthless immediately.

"All Barbarians, go Berserk for me!!!"

After Barbarians go Berserk, there will be a one-day weakness period; he didn't want to use it, but now he couldn't bear it anymore.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't even lift a knife now, he swore that he would definitely shove the Spellcaster's head into a Kobold's ass!