Volume One: Lord of the Abyssal Realm Chapter 89: Annihilation of the Bandits

When the Skeleton Hero looked up and saw the fiery meteors falling from the sky like balloons, his eyes went wide.

He had expected the enemy to have some tricks, but he had never imagined that Chen Gu could produce such power.

They had assumed that as long as they forced Chen Gu to stop, that would be enough.

But this was clearly beyond anything they could handle.

Such a wide-area attack was plainly telling everyone that this force was no ordinary one. They had not shown their strength before not because they lacked it, but because they had never had an enemy worthy of revealing it.

Now that Chen Gu had finally laid bare his power, both undead heroes knew they were in trouble.

The Skeleton Hero immediately ordered, “Forget us. Forget the crows. Shoot the camp.”

He was very shrewd.

He knew perfectly well that Chen Gu was the key here. If Chen Gu died, no matter how many crows there were, it would not matter.

But although Chen Gu was forceful in the way he did things, he was not the sort who liked to charge ahead on his own.

Otherwise, when he had first entered this world, he would never have advanced through the woods with such caution.

The reason Chen Gu was so bold now was that he had already grasped some of the rules of this lordly world.

He understood his own level in this world.

And now that he had learned many spells and brought enough troops with him, he naturally dared to act far more boldly.

But when faced with an advancing enemy army, Chen Gu of course would consider the enemy’s possible methods.

He would never personally place himself at the very front of the battlefield.

Seeing all the skeleton archers raise their bows, Chen Gu knew exactly what was happening.

At the same time, he also understood that he still did not have enough Blood-Shadow Wolves under his command.

If more than three hundred Blood-Shadow Wolves had charged together just now, those skeleton archers might already have been annihilated, with no chance left to attack him.

Before the archers could loose their arrows, Chen Gu had already retreated beneath the wagons.

The instant he jumped down, he heard a staccato drumming of impacts.

A rain of arrows bristled across the wagon surfaces.

But all the wagons under Chen Gu’s command were built on frames of superior timber and sheathed in the hides of wild oxen and hydras.

To say nothing of anything else, their defensive strength alone far exceeded ordinary imagination.

With Chen Gu hidden beneath the wagons, the arrows could not reach him.

But the moment the skeleton archers attacked, they enraged every Blood-Shadow Wolf at once.

The wolves had originally been ordered to deal with these skeleton archers.

Yet the archers not only suffered little damage, they had even started attacking Chen Gu.

This was a blatant slap in the face.

The wolves no longer cared about anything else. They whirled and pounced on the archers, hurling them to the ground with their bodies.

Seeing this, the skeleton archers drew the daggers at their waists and began fighting the wolves with desperate fury.

At that very moment, the Fire Spirit Crows’ earth-scorching spell also came crashing down upon the skeleton warriors.

The great explosion flattened the entire stretch of ground.

The Skeleton Hero happened to be under the protection of the skeleton warriors, and the power of the meteoric scorch spell dragged him into the blast as well.

Amid one explosion after another, the banner bearer beside the Skeleton Hero was gone, and his horse was blown skyward.

Lying on the ground, the Skeleton Hero only felt shattered fragments of skeleton warriors, armor, and weapons raining down on him again and again.

He could do nothing but clutch his head and not dare move an inch.

The Skeleton Hero had the most astonishing luck. After that barrage, all of his skeleton warriors had been blasted to death, yet he himself still lived.

When the explosions finally subsided, he struggled up from the ground, grabbed a broken sword from the earth, and roared at the top of his lungs.

“Kill them! Push his wagons over—”

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt as though his body could no longer move.

Turning his head, the Skeleton Hero saw a scarecrow standing behind him with a sickle in hand. It had been that sickle that severed his spine.

He had no idea when this scarecrow had appeared behind him.

But the scarecrow had no intention of offering an explanation. As the Skeleton Hero toppled, it swung the sickle in its hand down onto his skull, smashing it to pieces.

Watching the Skeleton Hero die, the straw murderer sprang forward, reached out, and took from the dead hero a bone as white as jade.

It was the Skeleton Hero’s Heroic Token.

Take it back to Chen Gu and have it processed, and soon there would be another hero.

With the Skeleton Hero dead, all the skeletons lost control.

The skeletons that had been charging toward Chen Gu’s wagon camp instantly scattered.

Some kept rushing ahead.

Some stopped dead in place.

Some ran off to the side.

In truth, they still might have had a chance to be reorganized.

After all, this time two heroes had come together.

With one hero dead, the troops could quickly be transferred into the hands of the other.

But by the time the Skeleton Hero fell in battle, the Zombie Hero was nearly finished as well.

Chen Gu had sent out quite a large number of Corpse-Eating Vines.

Though several hundred had become part of the Vine Light Vessel, there were still more than two hundred left. The moment they struck, they dragged a number of walking corpses straight into the ground.

The greatest ability of the Corpse-Eating Vines was swallowing.

As long as the target’s level did not exceed theirs by too much, they would often devour one with a single bite.

And that Zombie Hero was the type who stood in the front line.

When the Corpse-Eating Vines struck, they did not care whether you were an ordinary walking corpse or a hero; whatever they met, they swallowed.

As a result, after only a few steps, the Zombie Hero was dragged beneath the earth.

At first he was still swinging his axe wildly, cutting and wounding several of the vines.

But the more he fought, the more Corpse-Eating Vines he drew.

Before long, the vines had wrapped around his limbs, and then a higher-level vine came over and opened its mouth to sever his head.

What followed was much simpler.

The Zombie Hero, unable to resist, was quickly taken apart. By the time the vines realized they had just killed a hero, the zombie hero’s corpse was already buried somewhere inside the belly of one of them.

Walking corpses were different from skeleton soldiers.

When they lost their hero, they had no chance to flee.

One Corpse-Eating Vine after another watched the walking corpses’ movements, and the instant any of them stirred, they were dragged straight underground.

These were fine, rich flesh and blood, a tremendous tonic for the vines.

They had been traveling all this way with barely a decent meal.

Now was their chance to eat their fill, and they would not let a single walking corpse that could be devoured escape them.