Chapter 120
Chapter 95: The Greenskin Frenzy, Flattening the Temple!
A dozen minutes later.
Hundreds of meters in the air, a shadow spread its giant wings and hovered steadily.
The orange firelight dispelled the surrounding mist, and gray raindrops pattered against the wings with a dull thud.
Sitting on the back of the Fried Chicken, Shen Xing glanced at the mini-map and realized that he was only a few hundred meters away from the temple.
The straight-line distance from the territory to the temple is approximately ten kilometers.
In the past, given his mobility, it might have taken him several hours to arrive.
But now that he has Fried Chicken as a highly mobile pet, he arrived at his destination in just over ten minutes.
However, with Hellscream's orc army yet to arrive, Shen Xing naturally wouldn't risk it alone.
He took out a monocular telescope from his backpack and extended the copper tube to look inside.
Through the thick gray fog, a gray-white temple appeared and disappeared in the rain.
Broken stone pillars are scattered around the temple, and the gray-white stone bricks are covered with the marks of time.
A group of fanatical believers, dressed in grey robes and withered faces, knelt on the ground, praying incessantly to the temple.
A unique halo emanated from deep within the building, dispelling the surrounding thick fog.
[You have discovered a special area: the Temple of Nature...]
"The Temple of Nature?"
Shen Xing withdrew his gaze, and said thoughtfully, "There are quite a few monsters in here."
"Levels 5-9, potential is only Common One Star to Common 3-Star."
"Although there are a few Elite monsters among them, it's not a big problem."
"But... will killing these fanatics earn me ranking points like killing those Lost One?"
He quickly calculated in his mind. "If possible, killing all the monsters in this temple would at least earn me two or three hundred points."
After waiting for about half an hour, the orc army led by Hellscream and Gorehowl finally arrived.
No nonsense.
Shen Xing waved his hand, and hundreds of orcs immediately launched Charge, surging towards the group of fanatical believers like a flood bursting its banks.
I must say, from a high vantage point, seeing so many orcs attacking simultaneously has a bit of the feel of Greenskin Frenzy.
The skeleton archers followed closely behind, their bone bows drawn taut, Arrows raining down.
Upon seeing the enemy, the fanatical believers who had been kneeling on the ground immediately stood up and charged towards the orc army.
"You vile invaders, how dare you desecrate the great Temple of Nature!"
Kill them!
A venomous voice echoed in my ears.
The black vines spewing from the palms or mouths of those fanatics swept in like swarms of pythons!
The group of orcs at the front were immediately entangled in the vines and unable to move.
Just then, a scorching wave of air erupted from behind the orc army.
Immediately afterwards, two eerie green Flame Tornado roared into the battlefield, advancing in an X-shaped pattern.
Wherever it passed, the twisted vines were instantly burned to ashes, and a large number of fanatics were swept into the Fire Tornado, screaming as they turned into charred remains.
"Kill!"
Hellscream his wings and, wielding the Blackwater Greataxe, burst forth from the sea of fire like a demon god.
With a Sweep axe, four or five fanatics were cut in half at the waist, their charred blood splattering everywhere.
The surrounding enemies immediately released a large number of vines, which tightly bound Hellscream's limbs and body.
But with a single, forceful pull, he dragged the vines and the fanatics to his side and sent them to meet his god.
Wherever they went, none could withstand their attacks.
Charge straight into the enemy's heart and unleash your unparalleled slaughter.
Seeing Hellscream Gorehowl also spurred into a competitive spirit.
"All wolf riders, prepare yourselves! Let everyone see the results of our training these past few days!"
"Charge!"
He pointed his axe forward, and thirty orcs riding gray wolves charged out in unison.
The wolf riders, like a sharp scimitar, slashed fiercely into the fanatic formation from the other side.
A large number of vines rushed towards them, but were cut and smashed by dozens of battle axes and wolf claws.
The orcs and werewolves worked in perfect harmony, tearing apart the enemy's formation in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Shen Xing, suspended in mid-air, had a slight smile playing on her lips.
Because he saw that his points had skyrocketed from 45 to 186!
Its ranking has also jumped from below 10,000 to within the top 5,000.
"I didn't expect killing these monsters would actually earn points. Looks like I can snag a ranking reward this time."
Shen Xing thought to himself, "We don't expect to be number one, but we should be able to get into the top 1,000, or even the top 100, right?"
After all, this time it's different from the previous Mist Void Realm; it's just competition with some novice lords from Jiangcheng.
This is a global ranking!
This place is teeming with big spenders, second-generation lords, rising stars of corporations, family hopes, and countless others—truly a gathering of powerful figures.
Perhaps his previous achievement of winning first place in Jiangcheng was already a remarkable accomplishment.
But looking at the whole world, you'll find that there are thousands of other cities that are number one in their respective areas.
Therefore, Lord Shen did not set his expectations too high.
As he pondered these thoughts, he sat atop the Hippogryph's back, leisurely watching the battle below.
By this time, the fanatics outside had been mostly wiped out by the orc army and the skeleton archers.
Hellscream, the most ferocious of them all, single-handedly wielding an axe, had already stormed into the main hall from the outer perimeter of the temple.
The orc remained unfazed despite being surrounded by dozens of fanatics.
With a flap of its wings, it sent five or six enemies charging at the front flying.
As soon as the Blade Tornado Storm was unleashed, all the fanatics within a ten-meter radius were reduced to charred remains.
They moved as if they were in an empty place, leaving limbs flying everywhere in the hall.
His killings also seemed to have disturbed an ancient being that had been sleeping for a long time.
Deep within the main hall, a cloud of gray-black smoke erupted, and a decaying yet powerful aura rose from the mist.
Shen Xing instantly pulled out his binoculars and looked. It was an old man wearing a tattered green robe, who was as thin as a rake.
Holding a wooden staff that curves like a snake, he slowly emerged from behind a statue.
"The world decays, nature withers, but we alone still hold fast to our former beliefs..."
"Sinners who blaspheme the temple, this will become your grave, your place of repentance—"
Before he could finish speaking, a green shadow appeared as fast as the wind, closing in like a cannonball.
Hellscream his battle axe high, and a ball of eerie green flame suddenly ignited on the blade.
What are you babbling about? Eat my Fel Fire Body Burning!
"Sizzle—"
The old man was instantly engulfed in flames, his internal power was forcibly sealed, and the spell he was preparing abruptly ended.
As the orcs rapidly approached, the old man's eyelids twitched violently, and he could only hastily raise his staff to deal with them.
The next second, Hellscream vanished from his spot.
—A Blinking Jump Slash!
A green figure flashed and appeared above and to the side of the old man, the giant axe slamming down with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks!
—A Charged Heavy Strike!
Realizing the terrifying force of the attack, the old man's eyes narrowed to slits in fright. He used all his strength to dodge to the side, and the axe blade almost grazed his shoulder as it came down.
"Boom!!"
With a deafening roar, the violent impact shattered the ground within a radius of several meters, turning the stone bricks into dust, a sight that pained Shen Xing.
"Live..."
The old man was about to speak.
But Hellscream wouldn't listen to him.
The lord said, if we don't make a move, we won't do it at all; but if we do, we can't give the enemy any chance!
With a flash, six identical Hellscream instantly appeared.
--Mirror Image Clone!
At that moment, the old man seemed to be locked onto by a terrifying killing intent, and his body was completely unable to move.
Immediately afterwards, these clones vanished from their original positions.
Then, strike!
"Swish! Swish swish swish swish!"
The dense axe flashes poured down like a torrential rain, each axe strike seemingly cleaving through the air.
Dozens of crisscrossing cracks were cleaved into the earth, Rock Shrapnel.
When the attack subsided, the six clones simultaneously sheathed their axes and stood up, their movements perfectly synchronized.
The old man in green robes was frozen in place, his body riddled with dozens of translucent cracks.
The next moment, all these injuries erupted.
"Puff! Puff puff puff!"
A stream of dark blood spurted out, and his aura rapidly declined.
As the light faded, he fell straight down.