Three-Ring Spell: Bloodthirsty Wonder Technique

Kobolds poured out of the grass in a dark mass, baring their blood-stained fangs in gaping maws and letting out beastly roars as they charged with savage fury.

From a bird's-eye view, the Barbarians and Kobolds clashed like two spears tearing into each other.

The berserk Barbarian Chieftain, Yas, was the first to plunge into the enemy ranks.

The moment a snarling Kobold made contact with Yas, it tried to slash his throat with its claws.

But in the next second, the Kobold was hit as if by a charging bull.

Bang~

The berserk force sent its body flying several meters into the air before it slammed hard onto the ground, blood gushing from its mouth like a fountain.

Upon closer inspection, its sternum was completely shattered, and it died on the spot.

Bronze Grade Kobolds were utterly incapable of hindering this rampaging Barbarian.

Yas, having sent one flying, showed no signs of slowing down as he continued to charge through the Kobolds with overbearing dominance.

Crack~

Crack~

The terrifying force shattered twelve Kobolds in rapid succession before abruptly stopping.

Blood dripped from his body, the warm fluid creating wisps of steam.

This scene, like the God of War reborn, was dazzling.

A Gold Grade Barbarian, terrifying indeed.

But the Kobolds, having suffered such a blow, didn't retreat a single step; the scent of blood stimulated their nerves.

They let out furious roars and charged forward in unison.

They wanted to tear apart this damned Barbarian!

Seeing this, Yas's lips curled into a savage grin.

Then, the berserk Gold Grade Barbarian, wielding his great axe, began a bloody and violent slaughter of the surrounding Kobolds.

A one-sided slaughter.

Bronze Grade, Silver Grade—these Kobolds were like lambs under Yas's cleaver.

Wherever the violent axe swung, Kobolds were cut in half.

He was a pure killing machine.

Worthy of the name Barbarian.

Yas's combat prowess was terrifying, but the Barbarians who followed his charge were no less formidable.

"Brutal" was the best adjective for these wild bulls.

Facing a group of Kobolds averaging just over 1.7 meters tall, the 1.9-meter tall Barbarian Berserkers, clad in armor and wielding great axes, were like tanks charging into a flock of sheep.

Squelch~

Blood splattered, and flesh flew.

These frenzied Berserkers paid no mind to the Kobolds' attacks, their great axes cleaving wildly with berserk force.

How could Kobolds of the same grade compete with the Barbarians in terms of strength?

Not to mention the equipment disparity; within the first engagement, dozens of Kobolds were cut down on the spot.

The Barbarians' price was merely seven or eight lightly wounded.

After the first wave of contact, the Barbarians' morale surged visibly!

"Powerful strength! I've grown stronger!"

"Kill!!"

After killing Kobolds, the Barbarians could clearly feel their strength increasing.

Yes, just as their Lord had said, killing enemies made them stronger!

The feeling was like a devil's temptation, driving them to the brink of madness.

With greatly boosted morale, the Barbarians launched an even fiercer assault.

For a time, blood splattered across the battlefield, and corpses flew.

Loren, overseeing the entire operation, wore a look of pleasant surprise, as the system's notification sounds chimed continuously as the Barbarians slaughtered.

"Ding~ Your subordinate killed a Kobold (Bronze), you gained 1 Soul Power."

"Ding~ Your subordinate killed a Kobold (Bronze), you gained 1 Soul Power."

"Ding~ Your subordinate killed a Kobold (Silver), you gained 10 Soul Power."

"Ding~ Your subordinate..."

With every enemy killed, the Soul Power stat on his attribute panel ticked upward.

Although he didn't yet know the specific use of this Soul Power, it didn't diminish his sense of exhilaration.

He had a hunch that the more of these things there were, the better.

Because of the Numbers Advantage synergy, the Kobolds didn't collapse under such terrifying attacks and instead continued to resist stubbornly.

But facing a Barbarian Berserker after their class change, even the most stubborn resistance seemed pale and weak.

Just as the situation began to tilt in favor of the Barbarians, a dense magical fluctuation rose from the grass behind the Kobolds.

The next second, swish—an orange-red fireball the size of a head, trailing a long tail flame, streaked across the blue sky and shot into the battlefield at lightning speed.

The scorching heat made everyone's skin feel like it was burning.

"Spellcaster!"

As the Barbarians exclaimed, the hidden Kobold Spellcaster made its move!

The magic fireball was too fast; the combatants couldn't dodge in time.

In the center of the battlefield, boom—a massive inferno exploded.

A terrifying shockwave of heat, carrying dirt and gravel, raged outwards.

An area with a diameter of over thirty meters was instantly engulfed in flames, the stench of burning hair mixed with the smell of blood filling the battlefield.

Seven or eight Barbarians caught in the blast were sent flying several meters like straw dolls, crashing heavily to the ground and immediately losing their combat effectiveness.

The twenty-odd Kobolds, also engulfed by the flames, suffered even worse fates due to their lack of armor, being burned to death on the spot.

The previously one-sided situation changed drastically with the Kobold Bloodline Mage's intervention, and the Barbarians, who had been killing madly, paused.

They immediately became cautious, constantly glancing towards the grass behind them.

While fearless Barbarians dared to charge at dragons, they were extremely wary of Spellcasters who controlled elemental power.

That was not a power humans should possess.

In contrast to the Barbarians, the Kobolds' morale surged instantly.

The power of the gods!

The great Chieftain Xim has made his move!

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

The Kobolds in the rear opened their massive jaws and let out excited roars towards the sky, awooo~

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

With their vast numbers and the shifting morale, the previously one-sided battle became a stalemate.

The situation grew increasingly heated.

Loren, supervising from the rear, his eyes narrowed as he saw the damage caused by the fireball.

"Is this magic?

Its power is probably no less than that of a heavy cannon."

The Barbarians who were hit by the magic survived only because of their strong bodies and because they weren't at the epicenter of the explosion.

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

Spellcasters were most terrifying for their ability to change the tide of war.

His gaze shifted to Fiana beside him, her eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp as a falcon's.

"This Kobold Bloodline Mage is not simple.

The power of this Fireball Spell is definitely a notch above ordinary second-ring spells; we can't drag this out any longer."

His eyes held a sharp killing intent.

"Fiana, take care of it for me.

Also, capture it alive while ensuring your own safety! I want it alive!"

The system's quest reward was this Bloodline Mage, and the magic it cast exceeded the power of second-ring spells from his original body's memory, making it even more valuable.

If Fiana killed it in her anger, this would be a huge loss.

Fiana, with her cool demeanor, gripped her cross longsword tightly and gave Loren a deep look.

"Be careful."

With that, she shot forward like an arrow.

With a domineering yet incredibly graceful posture, she dashed towards the direction from which the fireball had been cast.

The Platinum-grade Swordswoman revealed her strength to Loren for the first time.

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

Then, blood spurted from its neck, adding a touch of tragic color to the blue sky.

A brilliant flower of death bloomed.

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

Bloody and beautiful.

No Kobold could stop the cool and graceful figure.

One kill per step.

The speed at which it killed Kobolds was even more exaggerated than that of the battle-crazed Yas.

Snow Dance Swordsman, skill is king.

Fiana and the Barbarian Chieftain Yas, the Storm Warrior, were polar opposites.

Swish~

In just over ten breaths, the girl disappeared into the grass.

Looking back, all that remained behind her was a bloody path paved with Kobold corpses.

This sword was peerlessly sharp.

But the moment Fiana entered the grass, a much stronger magical fluctuation suddenly emanated.

A pale red magical energy, like mist, instantly enveloped the grass.

Immediately, the Kobolds closest to the grass began to rapidly devour the energy upon contact.

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

When the pale red magical energy was completely consumed by the Kobolds, a group of Blood-Eyed Kobolds exuding a brutal and frenzied aura appeared before them.

Terrifying and horrifying.

Seeing this, the Barbarian Chieftain Yas roared and charged forward, his great-axe cleaving down at a Blood-Eyed Kobold.

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

Barbarians, fearless!!

Squelch~

The Kobold didn't even have time to react. The axe sank in from its shoulder, nearly slicing the Kobold in two!

But the Blood-Eyed Kobold seemed to feel no pain. Despite suffering such a grievous wound, it didn't fall. Instead, it turned and tightly gripped the great-axe, then opened its maw, filled with sharp fangs, and bit down on Yas's wrist.

In that brief moment, seven or eight Blood-Eyed Kobolds surged forward, forcibly embracing him.

Their claws and fangs tore frantically at his body.

The strong Barbarian Chieftain let out a roar and yanked his great-axe free, crack~ cutting down several Kobolds around him on the spot!

Blood sprayed several meters high.

But the situation was already out of control.

In the few breaths Yas was held back, more Blood-Eyed Kobolds swarmed him like a tide, engulfing him in their numbers.

Gold Grade powerhouses possessed immense strength, truly capable of fighting a hundred men.

Normally, Yas could kill a hundred Kobolds, a relatively weak race, without any pressure.

But now, facing these Blood-Eyed Kobolds, who were fearless after being empowered by magic and whose strength had greatly increased, he was immediately in a stalemate.

If even the Gold Grade Yas was struggling, the other Barbarians felt immense pressure.

The Blood-Eyed Kobolds felt no pain, no fear, and would drag them down with their lives even when heavily wounded.

Coupled with their numerical advantage, the number of injured Barbarians began to soar.

Loren, who was overseeing the battle from the rear, gripped the carriage to steady his weakened body, his brow furrowed.

Third-circle spell—Bloodthirsty Wonder Technique.

That Kobold spellcaster had actually awakened a third-circle spell!

What kind of damn luck was this?

That was a third-circle spell!!

"All Barbarians, heed my command! Form groups of ten and gather with the nearest allies to face the enemy together."

Barbarians were indeed strong, but at the start of the battle, they fought individually, completely unaware of cooperation.

It was fine when they could crush their enemies with sheer physical prowess, but as the battlefield situation changed, they immediately fell into a passive state.

The benefit of high loyalty was that Loren's orders were quickly carried out.

The Barbarians immediately began to gather with those nearby. With the help of their comrades, the situation quickly stabilized.

Swish~

But at this very moment.

A fireball, even larger than before, flew out of the grass and exploded next to a newly formed group of Barbarians, instantly felling over a dozen more.

"Damn it, this son of a bitch spellcaster."

Loren couldn't help but curse.

Being ambushed like this by the enemy truly infuriated him. The high lethality was one thing, but more importantly, it was a severe blow to morale.

He immediately became ruthless.

"All Barbarians, Berserk!!!"

After Barbarians Berserk, they would suffer a period of weakness for a day. He hadn't wanted to use it, but he couldn't hold back any longer.

If he could even lift his sword right now, he swore he would stuff that spellcaster's head into a Kobold's backside!