Chapter 119
Each feather darkened in color, its surface gleaming with a cold light.
Especially the row of flight feathers at the wingtips, which shimmered with a metallic luster, looked incredibly lethal.
[Evolution successful! Your territory unit 'Fried Chicken' has successfully reached Boss One Star ★!]
[This evolution: All attributes +10%, Agility +100]
[Activate Skills: Steel Wings (Passive), Thousand Feather Funeral]
"Two skills, not bad."
Shen Xing nodded in satisfaction and checked the attributes as usual.
[Steel Wings (Passive): Wings are reinforced, as hard as steel. They can protect the user or nearby allies, effectively blocking attacks below Tier Two. The sharp wingtips can cut through enemy armor.]
(Note: "Whoosh... watch your paraglider, I'm about to sprint!")
[Thousand Feather Funeral: Fires a large number of steel feathers from the wings, each feather being (Agility*1), dealing piercing damage to enemies within a 15-meter radius below. Cooldown: 120 seconds]
(Note: "Bury yourself in these flying feathers, and then die!")
"One is passive, the other is active."
"The former can both attack and defend, while the latter is even an area-of-effect skill."
"These two skills greatly enhance the Fried Chicken's mobility and lethality, which is excellent."
Shen Xing gave his evaluation and then checked the fried Fried Chicken's attribute panel.
[Hippogryph: Fried Chicken]
[Lord: Shen Xing]
[Level: 9 (Tier Two Transcendent)]
[Potential: Boss One Star ★]
[Detailed attributes: Click to view]
Like Hellscream, Fried Chicken also has rather extreme attributes.
Agility significantly outperforms other attributes, exceeding 300 in all of them.
"With such high agility, coupled with a host of acceleration skills, at full power, it's probably faster than even Boss of the same rank, right?"
Shen Xing pondered which day he should send it to find a Boss named Shi Shi.
"Fried Chicken, come here."
"Ee-ri~"
After breaking through, the Hippogryph quickly approached, lowered its head, and affectionately nuzzled the wheelchair with its head.
Shen Xing admired the Fried Chicken's transformed form for a while, then looked at its broad back, lost in thought.
"How about I get Fried Chicken to take me flying and experience what it's like to fly?"
After thinking about it, he decided to give it a try.
After all, he would have to get used to it eventually; he couldn't stay in a wheelchair forever and have the beastmen carry him around.
Having a flying mount makes it convenient to go anywhere.
Thinking of this, Shen Xing immediately prepared to jump onto the Fried Chicken's back.
As for how you jump without legs, well, of course you rely on [Hope's Plume]. Do you expect me to climb up with my hands?
That's too unseemly, and it would damage Lord Shen's image.
A flash of light appeared on the blue feather in his hand, and his body became light.
Shen Xing exerted force with both hands, and her whole body floated up from the wheelchair, then landed steadily on the back of the Fried Chicken.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he put the wheelchair back into his personal backpack.
However, just to be on the safe side, he tied a rope to the back of the Fried Chicken and fastened it around his waist.
If it gets thrown off mid-air, that would be a real disaster.
With everything ready, Shen Xing waved his hand.
"Take off!"
The Fried Chicken let out a Screech and shot into the sky in an instant.
Like a black lightning bolt, it shot into the air hundreds of meters high in the blink of an eye, about to break through the range of the firelight.
Just then, Shen Xing lit the level 6 [Lantern] in his hand, and the flames instantly dispelled the fog that was 150 meters in diameter.
The Fried Chicken flapped its wings suddenly and plunged headfirst into the dark, thick fog.
The wind howled past my ears, and the icy raindrops felt like needles, stinging my skin.
Their current speed exceeds 300 kilometers per hour; at this speed, even a flying pebble has the power to penetrate the body and cause injury.
Moreover, this is the normal cruising speed of the Fried Chicken. If [Gale Wings] is activated, it will increase several times over again.
Fortunately, Shen Xing is now an 8th-level Pioneer and has eaten so many good things, greatly enhancing his physique.
He can still keep up with that speed.
"Whoosh—"
A massive shadow streaked across the sky, its passage accompanied by orange-yellow flames that dispelled the mist and caused the surrounding scenery to rush past.
"Is this what flying feels like? It's pretty awesome!"
Shen Xing held a lantern in one hand and gripped the reins tightly with the other, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Since becoming disabled in both legs, he has found even basic movement incredibly difficult, let alone experiencing such unimaginable speed.
But here, in this Land of Mist fraught with danger, he felt the exhilarating rush of blood coursing through his body, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time!
The Fried Chicken seemed to sense its owner's excitement, and it took the initiative to perform several difficult spiraling maneuvers, almost making Shen Xing vomit on the spot.
They hadn't gone far when Shen Xing suddenly spotted their target.
Below, in the thick fog, a group of Lost One, dressed in tattered clothes and charred black, were rushing rapidly towards the territory.
"You have already chosen a path to your death."
Shen Xing waved his hand and said, "Fried Chicken, bring it on!"
"Chirp!"
The Fried Chicken instantly spread its wings, unleashing terrifying speed as it swooped down!
Its massive body, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, resembled a high-speed fighter jet, crashing head-on into the group of Lost One.
Its wings flashed in a cold arc as it swept through the horde of monsters.
"Puff! Puff puff puff puff!"
A series of cutting sounds rang in my ears.
Shen Xing looked back.
A thin line appeared around the waist of the Lost One group.
Then, with a "plop" sound, the meat snapped cleanly into several pieces.
On the leaderboard, his battle merits suddenly increased by more than ten points.
A flicker of excitement flashed in Shen Xing's eyes. "Continue."
"Bah!"
The Fried Chicken Screech a shriek, turned around again, and swooped down towards the enemy!
"Swish—swish—"
After two rounds, dozens of Lost One were wiped out.
The Fried Chicken didn't even use any skills; it relied entirely on its terrifying speed to deliver a devastating blow to the enemy.
"This is the power of Transcendent Rank beings; even the attacks of these Tier One monsters couldn't break through the Fried Chicken's defenses."
Shen Xing was satisfied, and then with a wave of his hand, he collected all the scattered spoils on the ground into his backpack.
[Received: Soul Stone * 76]
[Received: 124 Vinar Silver Coin]
[Get...]
"Let's go back to the city." Shen Xing patted the Hippogryph's back.
The Fried Chicken soared into the air again, hurtling towards the distant village.
In just a few breaths, he was carried into the firelight, where waves of warmth washed over him.
Shen Xing did not come down, but continued to control the Fried Chicken to hover in the air, overlooking the entire territory.
On the other side, Hellscream had already made preparations for battle.
In front of him stood a neat line of 101 orcs.
Besides the 70 orc infantrymen, there were also 30 tall wolf riders riding werewolves.
There were also twenty skeleton archers nearby.
When Shen Xing piloted his Hippogryph to the side of the group, all the orcs turned to look at him, their eyes gleaming with loyalty.
"My lord, the ranks are complete. Please give your instructions!" Hellscream forward and reported ramrod straight.
Shen Xing nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Hellscream, what do you think are the chances of this team taking down that temple?"
Hellscream pondered for a moment, then replied, "Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we have at least a 150% chance of winning!"
Shen Xing was pleased; although the win rate wasn't as high as he had hoped (200%), it was still worth the risk.
As for the defense of the territory, Leina was in charge of directing it.
With the Dretch Legion and the Black Moon Knights, they have more than enough.
"Very good, now you will lead the orc army to the temple immediately!" He rode on the back of Hippogryph and tossed down a lantern.
"Yes, my lord!"
The orc snatched the lantern, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
The next moment, the Hippogryph suddenly flapped its wings and took flight like a black lightning bolt, leading its lord into the thick fog.
Below, Hellscream and Gorehowl waved their hands, leading a hundred orcs straight forward, followed by twenty clattering skeletons.