Chapter 1830: Chapter 1830
These people are becoming more chaotic, and the arriving eight-tiered warriors have noticed something is wrong.
"What’s wrong with them? Why are they all messing around with each other?"
"No, be careful, there’s a master of control nearby, at least at the eighth-tier peak, possibly more than one." They are professionals representing others, just like when they attack other worlds; how could they act alone?
To them, someone coming in ahead of time to ambush is the correct approach.
"Over there, look at the kobold eight-tier warriors; why aren’t they moving? They must be protecting something important. I’m sure the one controlling them is over there."
With a loud shout, a group suddenly rushed over, but as they approached, they realized they couldn’t move randomly either. Subsequently, these people joined the chaos, attacking their own side chaotically.
"Don’t come over here, there’s a problem," someone yelled loudly.
Outside, an eight-tier warrior said: "It seems we can’t go over there. If this continues, all our people will be controlled, and we don’t know their control limit." The beastmen are troubled since they are not naturally adept at spiritual power.
"Do any of you feel anything?" A lion person asked the fox people nearby.
Among the beastmen, the fox people are the most adept with spiritual power. However, even the fox people’s eight-tier main god shook his head gravely. "I can’t feel anything, only a sense of oppression ahead."
If even the fox people can’t sense it, then there really is a problem. Helpless, the lion person shouted: "Don’t approach, use remote attacks to probe."
Though beastmen aren’t adept at remote attacks, they aren’t without them. One by one, beastmen gathered their power to attack from afar. Meanwhile, the priests performed even better; although they were slower, their attacks were stronger.
Faced with these attacks, the kobolds seemed completely indifferent, directly breaking them. Only then did they realize these kobolds weren’t just newbies to the eighth-tier.
Especially the earliest kobold guardian, with the territory level increase, although there wasn’t time to nurture it to the ninth-tier, its strength remained at the eighth-tier peak.
Ninth-tier utterly crushes eighth-tier, and these eighth-tier warriors couldn’t perceive the Photon Elf’s presence, let alone attack it. They could only let the Photon Elf unleash its power.
More and more beastmen gathered, and the lion person shouted again: "Alright, let’s use remote attacks again, focus on the strongest kobold, kill him first."
Many had gathered here, including two at the eighth-tier peak; killing a kobold wasn’t a problem.
Even if they couldn’t kill it, at least knocking it away, out of the control area, was possible.
However, what they didn’t expect was the one controlling them wasn’t some eighth-tier spiritual expert but a special Summoned Beast, the Photon Elf. This entity could extend its range unimaginably. Although the larger the range, the harder it was to control those inside, it was still no easy task.
Before they could act, the Photon Elf suddenly expanded, enveloping them all.
Instantly, these people felt they lost control, even the seventh-tier spectators couldn’t control themselves at this point. The Photon Elf exerted its control ability fully, quickly dominating a vast area.
Though not all beastmen’s eighth-tier warriors, it amounted to a third of their eighth-tier. To say, as an ancient ninth-tier world, it housed numerous eighth-tier warriors.
While ninth-tier crushes eighth-tier, controlling so many eighth-tier warriors nearly reached the Photon Elf’s limit. The Photon Elf wasn’t a true ninth-tier, merely borrowing Du You’s power. Nevertheless, a ninth-tier warrior’s destructiveness was vividly demonstrated.
Without same-level constraints, the number of eighth-tier warriors was useless.
The Photon Elf didn’t control subsequent eight-tiers, instead using those already controlled to fight. Thus, the kobolds united with the imperial perimeter, forming a massive battlefield.
The ordinary populace nearby suffered unknown casualties from the aftermath. If Du You hadn’t evacuated most people beforehand, today’s losses could’ve been bigger.
This location was meant to be the final battleground. Normally, these were used to draw attention externally.
Though the losses saddened Du You, his plan necessitated execution.
After a series of attacks, this surrounding world was devastated. The chaotic atmosphere around could rival Du You’s past visits to the Gods’ Graveyard and battleground.
No, it should be more chaotic, being the war’s epicenter and having so many eighth-tier beastmen in combat wasn’t trivial. On this battlefield, even seventh-tier couldn’t guarantee their own safety.
Controlled seventh-tier warriors kept dying from various attacks, unable to escape with their souls, defining the current situation. It didn’t seem like external invasion but more like a beastman main god melee. This beastman loss was far greater than any accumulated losses over years.
Occasionally, eighth-tier main gods died, with no time to retrieve bodies.
Conversely, Photon Elf secretly collected these bodies, storing them in a temporary space. Once Du You returned, they’d be premium materials, highly valuable for either self-use or others’ use.
This endeavor alone exceeded all resources Du You amassed in previous years. Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
In conclusion, the battlefield totally collapsed. Though beastmen were reluctant to come, they were compelled by the world’s will, joining the chaos. The battlefield kept expanding.
Numerous races were annihilated, and many lost their guardian god.
Ultimately, all beastmen eighth-tier and seventh-tiers were swept in. Regardless of victory or defeat, this was the beastman world’s greatest loss in history. The battle’s disturbance shook the entire world.
If not for the beastman world’s stability, a typical lower ninth-tier world would’ve likely collapsed by now.