Skills

Before long, all five returned and respectfully bowed to Avilan and Zhou Yu.

"Supreme One, Lord Zhou Yu, we have identified the locations of the three foreign races. To the left is a Goblin camp with roughly one thousand members, its strongest being a Second-Tier warrior. In the center are the Catfolk, numbering around eighteen hundred, with a Third-Tier Great Swordsman as their strongest. To the right is the Ogre Race, with around two hundred members, their strongest also a Second-Tier warrior. However, the Ogres are generally quite powerful. I did not see a single one below the Second Tier."

A Horned Demon Commander reported respectfully.

"Oh? There's even a Third-Tier Great Swordsman?"

Avilan was somewhat surprised. A Third-Tier Great Swordsman—these Catfolk seemed to have some strength.

"Make your move."

Avilan spoke softly, but his gaze suddenly sharpened as killing intent surged.

"Move!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Zhou Yu took the lead. The corners of her lips curled upward as the admiral's cloak on her body fluttered in the wind, displaying the bearing of a true powerhouse. She headed straight for the Goblin camp on the left.

A moment later, Zhou Yu stepped out of the forest and looked at the massive stronghold before her. She gave a cold smile, her killing intent soaring into the sky.

A thousand subordinates followed closely behind her, their eyes burning with admiration and reverence.

She slowly raised her right hand. Her handsome face revealed terrifying killing intent as she spoke each word distinctly.

"Flaming Arrow."

Under the horrified gazes of dozens of Goblin thieves at the camp, fire flashed across the sky, brilliant and dazzling. Then an merciless rain of fire began to fall from above. Every flaming drop took the shape of an arrow, and whoever was struck was instantly burned to ash.

In the distance, Aslan was watching the battle. When Zhou Yu unleashed this move, the hand holding his cup trembled, spilling quite a bit of water.

"Damn it, the power of Zhou Yu's move is far greater than it was in the game. Its attack range is at least over fifty meters." Avilan could not help muttering.

"The front ranks, attack. The rear ranks, spread out and surround the Goblin camp. Anyone who dares resist—kill without mercy!"

Zhou Yu's cold voice rang out, making everyone feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.

"Kill!"

With a thunderous roar, the Horned Demon Commander led the vanguard while Zhou Yu strolled behind him. After passing through the gates, she watched Goblin thieves rapidly converge from every direction and smiled coldly. With a flick of her wrist, dozens of fireballs shot forth, dazzlingly brilliant.

"Ahhh!!"

Miserable screams rose up. Small, flaming figures wailed in agony and ran wildly in all directions. Anyone they accidentally crashed into was also caught by the terrifying flames and burned into charcoal. At the very first clash, over a hundred Goblin thieves were crying out as they became charred corpses scattered across the ground.

As though cutting melons and vegetables, Zhou Yu never stopped walking as she advanced straight ahead. Coldness filled her eyes. Flames crisscrossed the battlefield, and every streak of fire passed like the work of a flame demon king bringing death. Wherever she went, charred corpses and seas of fire followed.

"Die!"

A Goblin thief on the right suddenly sprang into action, his face twisted with savagery. The powerful strength of a Second-Tier thief was fully revealed as the dagger in his hand rose like a dragon, piercing the air and lunging at Zhou Yu's neck with overwhelming force.

The ground exploded as a figure shot up from beneath Zhou Yu's feet. He was short in stature, grinning viciously as he held a sharp dagger and slashed horizontally at Zhou Yu. Specks of green light gleamed on the blade—it had clearly been coated in deadly poison.

"Human Race, die!"

Directly ahead, the Goblin leader sneered repeatedly before roaring savagely and swinging his dagger sideways.

A huge cross-shaped sword light swept through the air, slashing toward Zhou Yu's handsome body!

Cross Sword Slash!

A level-ten sword technique passed down in Essin City. If mastered to its peak, it possessed an unimaginably powerful might!

"Human Race? Don't lump me together with those lowly creatures!"

Zhou Yu spoke coldly. A wall of fire suddenly appeared before her, blocking the cross-shaped sword light. Then a Flame Burst Bomb shot out from within the fire wall!

Whoosh!

Boom!

Zhou Yu did not pause in the slightest, nor did she even glance at the three of them. Unless a Fourth-Tier swordsman appeared, it was impossible for them to hurt her!

A huge crater was blasted open where the three had been standing. The only thing left to prove their existence was an emerald-green hand still clutching a dagger.

Avilan sat atop a large tree, with the entire Goblin camp in full view. He narrowed his eyes and leisurely watched everything unfold before him.

This was completely different from Myth. Since games had to consider the issue of bloody content being banned by the state for promoting violence, injuries had been made extremely fake—faker than the cartoons he had watched as a child.

But today was different. Severed limbs, blood everywhere, endless cries of battle and slaughter—Goblins kept falling to the ground drenched in blood, while Ratkin were also hacked to death under a barrage of blades.

This time, the Ratkin erupted with unprecedented fighting spirit. Even when facing Goblins stronger than themselves, they still displayed a fearless, death-defying side, completely unlike their former timid nature.

All because, before the battle, Zhou Yu had said that the ten Ratkin warriors who performed best in this battle would be granted names by her and might have the chance to evolve into Ratmen.

"He's a devil!!"

After witnessing the three strongest leaders in the camp get instantly killed in a single strike, the remaining Goblin thieves could no longer hold on and turned to flee.

Though they were foreign races, they were merely bandits. When looting, every one of them killed without mercy and charged ahead fiercely. But upon encountering a regular army, they collapsed at the first blow, suffering heavy casualties!

Zhou Yu sneered. Mere bandits actually thought they could escape?

She directly cast Flaming Arrow, then followed it with East Wind Surge. A fierce wind suddenly swept through the entire camp, scattering the flaming arrows everywhere. Before long, the whole camp had fallen into a sea of flames.

"This..." Avilan was stunned. Wasn't this power simply too terrifying?

He did not even need to send out troops. He could simply send Zhou Yu alone; by herself, she could slaughter the entire Goblin camp.

"Ah! Ah!"

Wave after wave of shrill screams echoed through the camp. Hundreds of Goblin thieves were covered in blood-red flames, rolling across the ground in unbearable agony.

"Flame Suffocation!" Zhou Yu used a skill Aslan was unfamiliar with, and the Goblins' cries of agony instantly ceased.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent. The flames dissipated, leaving only charred corpses strewn across the ground, bleak and bloody.

Avilan looked at the scene before him and took a deep breath. The former NPC skills had become terrifyingly powerful and had gained countless minor abilities he had never even heard of.

Despite the bloody and horrifying scene, Avilan, who came from a law-abiding twenty-first-century society, felt not the slightest discomfort. Instead, a faint, feverish excitement stirred within him.

This should have been caused by his demon physique.

Soon, the battlefield was cleaned up. The Goblin camp was poor and had little wealth, with fewer than four thousand gold coins. The only thing that satisfied Avilan was the corpses covering the ground. Aside from those burned to ash, more than eight hundred corpses remained that could be used for blood sacrifices, along with fewer than a hundred Goblin prisoners.