Driving the Tiger to Devour the Wolf

After entering Castle Morne, Lin Luo first put away the Black Sword and took out the famed blade Moonveil from his storage pouch.

If he remembered correctly, Castle Morne had many Scaled Misbegotten. The Black Sword was an ultra greatsword, too slow to wield, while the famed blade Moonveil was a katana, extremely fast. Furthermore, its skill, Moonlight Slash, not only had a quick startup but was also incredibly flashy.

Lin Luo raised his hand and lit the Site of Grace, looking quite adept. He then walked towards the elevator deep within the corridor.

To be honest, Lin Luo never felt Castle Morne truly resembled a castle. It was a small place, backed by the sea, occupying an area that could at best be called a fortress. It might as well have been renamed Castle Morne Fortress.

However, existence justified itself. The purpose of this fortress, oh no, Castle Morne, was to guard one of the "legendary swords"—the Grafted Blade Greatsword.

As he was thinking, the elevator reached the top. A foul stench of corpse and burnt matter wafted over, hinting at the tragic events that had transpired.

Walking up the stairs, he was met with the sight of countless corpses littering the ground.

The bodies were charred black, with severed limbs and remains scattered everywhere. The few large trees planted within the castle, constantly corroded by these foul energies and using the corpses as nourishment, had their golden leaves turned black, presenting a grotesque appearance.

Lin Luo looked up and saw a blackened mound. The sticky liquid on it was unidentifiable. Dozens of Scaled Misbegotten, with their hands raised, knelt and worshipped a corpse at the summit.

Perhaps it was true, perhaps not, but undeniably, the scene was horrifying.

Perhaps sensing a fresh scent, a wild dog nearby, engrossed in devouring a corpse, raised its head.

"Woof!" (Though a bit awkward, this was the only word that fit.)

The wild dogs around, their heads facing the ground and their rear ends in the air, all turned to look. Their gazes towards Lin Luo were filled with malice. They bared their teeth, still stained with black and red blood.

"Woof! Woof!"

A pack of wild dogs immediately lunged, their speed alarming. Their target was clear: Lin Luo's neck.

"Get lost!"

Lin Luo snorted coldly. With one sword strike, a Iaido, a blue-white sword energy instantly cleaved the foremost wild dog in two.

Against these wild dogs, evasive maneuvers were useless, unless you had an endless mana bar and could use Bloodhound Step to dash dozens of meters. Otherwise, these mangy curs would follow you to the ends of the earth until they bit you to death.

Lin Luo shifted slightly, and several wild dogs grazed past the hem of his clothes. Disgusting liquid dripped nearby, making Lin Luo shake his head.

The pack of wild dogs reacted with extreme speed, pouncing on Lin Luo again as soon as they landed, their gaping mouths emitting a foul odor.

"All of you die!"

Lin Luo said fiercely.

He drew his right hand to his waist, bending his body slightly.

"Moonlight Slash!"

The blue-white light erupted once more, emitting an ultimate sword intent. Moonveil was drawn and slashed downwards. Before the wild dogs could even yelp, they were split in half.

Black and red blood splattered on the ground, yet not a single drop remained on the sword. A blade that remains clean of blood could measure the quality of a weapon.

Putting away his weapon, Lin Luo looked into Castle Morne. The Misbegotten were still praying for something, oblivious to the commotion.

The Pumpkin Head Soldier at the innermost part was still fast asleep.

"Killing them one by one is too troublesome. It seems I'll have to use that trick again..."

Lin Luo licked his lips, a plan forming in his mind.

He took Crepe's Vial from his storage pouch. Its effect was simple: to eliminate his footsteps.

The moment he took it out, Lin Luo felt as if he were stepping on a thin film, soft and yielding.

Lin Luo smiled. Life and death were uncertain.

Lin Luo quickly ran towards the large Misbegotten on the mound and kicked it. He then proceeded to dispatch the surrounding Misbegotten with swift, decisive blows.

The Scaled Misbegotten had never been treated with such disrespect. Seeing Lin Luo, a Tarnished who seemingly courted death, further enraged them. They raised their greatswords and axes and charged at Lin Luo.

Lin Luo showed no fear. With one Bloodhound Step, he dodged countless skills and directly ran towards the Pumpkin Head Soldier. This soldier was nearsighted and unlikely to see him.

Thus, Lin Luo delivered a fierce blow to the Pumpkin Head Soldier's posterior.

The Pumpkin Head Soldier let out an enraged roar and struggled to rise.

It gripped its massive pumpkin hammer and glared furiously at its surroundings.

"Become Unseen..."

Simultaneously, Lin Luo slightly waved his staff, casting the Night Sorcery. Its effect was simple: invisibility.

The nearsighted Pumpkin Head looked around, and finally focused on the Scaled Misbegotten before it.

The Misbegotten sensed something was wrong and chattered loudly, as if trying to explain themselves.

After all, they didn't want to fight this thing; it was tough, and its morning star looked intimidating.

Unfortunately, their language was unintelligible. The Pumpkin Head simply felt extreme anger. "Good, even these little beasts dare to provoke me? Isn't this asking for trouble?"

"Roar!"

The Pumpkin Head roared in fury and smashed its massive pumpkin hammer towards the Scaled Misbegotten. Two of them failed to dodge and were instantly turned into meat paste.

Now it was the Scaled Misbegotten's turn to be displeased. They tried to reason with it, but it wouldn't listen (Pumpkin Head: "Only if I could understand you!"). They truly felt they were being pushed too far.

The lead Scaled Misbegotten, wielding an axe, let out a couple of screeches. Several more Misbegotten ran up behind the Pumpkin Head. One more, also holding an axe, appeared by the entrance. Even the flying Misbegotten from the second floor descended.

"One person dares to be so arrogant? Brothers, let's get him!"

This was likely what the Misbegotten meant. Lin Luo watched with great interest, deciding to add fuel to the fire.

The Pumpkin Head Soldier seemed very durable. The Misbegotten's attacks felt like mere scratches, and it would probably take until sunset to defeat it.

Lin Luo smacked his lips, bypassed the Pumpkin Head Soldier, and climbed to the second floor of Castle Morne via a small path. The first floor was open-air, and the Misbegotten on the second floor had gone down to help kill the Pumpkin Head Soldier. Therefore, Lin Luo was absolutely safe to cast spells here.

Watching the intense battle below, Lin Luo flashed a brilliant smile.

"Little minnows, experience the wrath of the stars..."

"Meteorite of Astel!"

Lin Luo chanted a vague incantation. He didn't really need to, but having lines of dialogue could showcase the power of a Sorcerer King, couldn't it? (Manual doge head emoji)

The Staff of the Death Prince swung through the air, and countless purple meteorites materialized in the sky...

The Misbegotten and the Pumpkin Heads suddenly felt the sky darken, but they didn't notice. A 'life-or-death duel' couldn't be interrupted; this wasn't a human trait, but an animalistic instinct.

However, this instinct destroyed them.

Countless meteorites fell from nowhere, carrying the energy to destroy heavens and earth with gravity magic.

"Boom boom..."

Under this map-wide barrage, explosions sounded continuously. The Misbegotten wailed, and the Pumpkin Head Soldiers let out angry roars, but it couldn't save them.