Chapter 145 - Furious Blood Fang

Chapter 145: Chapter 138 Furious Blood Fang"Vitality!" Lu Hong swung his sword to clear the enemies before him, as his vitality began to condense.

"Shockwave!"

The raging force of vitality exploded like a nuclear bomb over the town, triggering a massive surge of blood.

Unfortunately, this was the territory of the Gold Family. Lu Hong’s attack didn’t achieve good results. Over three hundred knights acted at once, each summoning a Holy Light Barrier. Using the barriers to shield themselves, they managed to trap the wave of blood within a confined space, stripping it of its rightful power.

"You guys retreat, I’ll cover the rear." Lu Hong also recognized the strength of this group. Their professional coordination and skillful use of abilities were on a level above that of ragtag armies.

"Retreat my ass, kill!" Enemies as far as the eye could see blocked their escape. The old man, Henk, was also enraged. If he was going to die here today, at least he would take some with him.

Right, surrounded by thirty thousand enemies, escape was nearly impossible.

"Then we fight." Lu Hong gripped the Holy Sword, intimidating the mages in the distance with a war cry that echoed to the heavens.

"Good!" Not missing the opportunity won by the intimidation, Henk seized the chance during the mages’ disrupted long-range skills’ casting, leading his Thunder Warriors straight into the enemy lines. Once mixed in with the crowd, the mages’ spells would be of little use.

With Henk and others engaging in close combat, the enemy showed signs of faltering. The warriors of the Thunder Family were still superior in a melee.

Ferren watched Henk and his men fighting their way in and out, as soldiers where they passed fell one after another, roaring, "What are those mages doing? Keep casting your skills!"

"Sir,,,,,, sir, if we command the mages to attack now, we may accidentally hit our own men," Ferren’s deputy warned softly.

"Friendly fire be damned!" Ferren abruptly pulled his deputy in front of his face and snarled, "I am the general; it’s not your place to question me! Order them, now!"

"Yes,,,,,, yes."

As the deputy relayed the order, the mages resumed their chanting of magic, firing a barrage of Rain of Fire and ice arrows, accompanied by various negative spells.

"Watch for dodges; don’t let the negative spells hit us." Henk grabbed a nearby soldier, snapped his neck, and used the body as a shield to block all the negative effects from the mages.

Then, discarding the corpse, he plunged back into the enemy ranks.

"Damn it!" Ferren, teeth itching with hate, couldn’t believe that a single roar had seemingly tilted the scales of a sure victory.

"Sir, should we call for reinforcements?" his deputy suggested again with good intentions.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Ferren silenced him, slicing through his throat with his sword.

"You talk too much. Do I really need reinforcements? Am I, Ferren, to face disgrace for calling reinforcements to cull just over a hundred men?"

Whether a disgrace or not, we do not know, but Lu Hong, who had charged into the enemy camp, also unleashed his professional characteristics. Angry Blood Warriors were born for warfare, with half of their Second Transition skills serving for group battles.

The most famous among them was the Bloodthirst Skill. Each time they reaped an enemy’s life, they would siphon the essence of the enemy’s vitality. The more they killed, the stronger the absorbed power became. Though temporary, this stacking effect could continue indefinitely.

On both ends of the street, on one side, Henk and his Thunder Warriors were pushing forward, driving the enemy back.

On the other side, Lu Hong alone, like a blood-soaked warrior, with the freakish enhancement of a lion’s descent, left no chance for the enemy to escape.

"Who is he?" Ferren noticed this abnormal young man. He couldn’t allow him to continue. Soldier skills were rare, but Ferren, partly familiar with them from ancient texts, knew that Lu Hong’s combat power would soar with the progression of his killings. It wouldn’t matter how many more soldiers came; they wouldn’t be enough.

"Eat my sword." Ferren decided to take matters into his own hands, to defeat this powerful young man.

"Ferron?" Lu Hong looked up in the direction of the voice, as Ferron’s sharp sword, accompanied by a scorching brilliance, attacked.

The old man Hank hurriedly warned, "Be careful, Tu, he’s a Magic Fighter."

"So what if he’s a Magic Fighter?" Lu Hong thought, and the substantial vital energy drawn from his body transformed into a formidable force. The roaring sound, accompanied by its intimidating power, caused the enemies around him to become dizzy and disoriented, and even Hank and the others felt their magic power flow hindered.

"Boss Tu, please, no, I feel terrible!" Qi Rong, the lowest level of all present, was almost knocked unconscious by Lu Hong’s indiscriminate attack.

As for Ferron, who was the main target, although his descending momentum was imposing, as soon as the intimidation was released, the dazzling aura abruptly stopped, and the magic power inside him seemed to have solidified.

"Damn!" Ferron could only watch as he landed beside Lu Hong.

"Heh!" Lu Hong let out a cold laugh and stabbed his sword into Ferron’s heart.

"How could you,,,,," Ferron truly died with his eyes wide open, having underestimated Lu Hong or, rather, being insufficiently knowledgeable about the warrior’s skills. The intimidating effect alone should not have been able to hinder Ferron, but the harvest of vital energy through the Bloodthirst Skill allowed Lu Hong to reap a great deal of vital energy from his enemy, almost doubling his combat strength. Not only that, but the War God’s blood also amplified the effectiveness of his skills.

It was due to the cumulative effect of these powers that the intimidation successfully affected Ferron, leading to his defeat in one fell swoop.

"Lord Ferron is dead?"

"Run for it!"

As Ferron perished, the enemies were thrown into chaos.

"Oh my goodness, Tu, you’re really something, Ferron died just like that?" Hank was also somewhat dazed. Ferron was one of the Jin Family’s seven stewards, possessing the strength of the Third Transition Middle Stage and was also the main person responsible for pursuing the Thunder Family. Hank had launched several attacks on Ferron but had all ended in failure. Now, Ferron’s death left Hank with an unreal sensation. Could this guy be a substitute?

"Attack!" Lu Hong’s vital energy grew denser, turning into a red hurricane that scattered a Rain of Fire wherever it passed.

"That’s enough!" Hank, sensing a trace of madness in Lu Hong, quickly shouted, "Stop it now!"

"Kill, kill, kill!" Lu Hong’s eyes turned crimson as the bloodlust caused him to lose himself.

"Thunder Purification!" Hank gathered a breath of thunder power and released a Skill.

"Get lost!" Lu Hong instinctively sensed an attack from behind, and a fierce visage suddenly sprang from the waves of vital energy, consuming Hank’s Skill.

"Boss, it seems like your Skill had no effect," Qi Rong asked with some concern.

"Don’t worry, Thunder Purification is meant to clear negative enhancements, swallowing it won’t negate its effect."

Sure enough, moments later, the black-tinged vital energy trembled and gradually began to fade away, and Lu Hong’s eyes regained a hint of clarity.

"Quick, dispel the Skill!" Hank reminded again.

As the Bloodthirst subsided, the blood swirling around Lu Hong suddenly dispersed, staining the entire street crimson.

"Whew,,,,," Lu Hong gasped heavily, Bloodthirst’s effects were indeed potent, but the side effects were also evident. Once the killing intent overtook his senses, he would be completely lost.

"Kid, you haven’t used this Skill much, have you?" Hank walked up to Lu Hong, and after confirming he had recovered, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Better use this kind of Skill sparingly, lest you end up not distinguishing between friend and foe and kill us too."

"I’ll be careful next time," Lu Hong nodded and looked around once more. Aside from the corpses all around, the enemies had long since fled.

"Let’s go, it’s not wise to stay here for long."