Chapter 388: Chapter 259 Blood Combat
Blood Battle
As for those with the largest numbers, accounting for as much as ninety-nine percent, the Dogman Warriors reaching the First Realm in adulthood.
They find it very difficult to break through the bloodline limits in their lifetime, making it impossible to compete with the Second and Third Realms. Some of them, in desperation, simply cling to tree trunks and gnaw on them, making Small Knife cringe.
They really are something else.
Such survival ability is truly formidable.
Goodness, after causing havoc for most of the day, the forest-like environment was left in complete disarray.
As if it had been ravaged a hundred thousand times.
In another few days, there might be nothing left.
After eating to their fill, they lay lazily on the ground, their bellies bulging and only grunting.
Once their stomachs settled a bit, they resumed gnawing.
Don’t be fooled by how unpromising they seem; lying down like this doubles their digestive ability, generating a wealth of Experience.
Especially for those Dogman Warriors in the First Realm, most of their Experience overflows. If not for the bloodline restrictions, they would have advanced long ago.
Goodness, a day later, even the tree trunks were gone.
This opened Small Knife’s eyes.
By this time, the clock had already ticked forward.
A dragon’s roar sounded, interspersed with complex, unfathomable Dragon Language.
This is Dragon Language Magic.
The dragons here resemble the Western dragons of Water Blue Star’s legends, making Small Knife realize those legends might not all be false.
As the Dragon Language Magic completed.
The sky ahead seemed to tear as if a curtain was lifting, revealing a scene of lively flora and fauna.
A stark contrast to the barren here.
The Secret Realm was like a bubble, with an evident hole opened, revealing the outside world.
At this moment, the mightiest creature, which had been motionless, shook its body, and its scales emitted a crimson glow.
Every fiery red scale exhibited complex patterns.
Goodness, Small Knife’s eyes sparkled; each scale was at least a Top Grade Magical Artifact, possibly even Magic Treasure Level.
These patterns were natural Runes, with bloodline power coming swiftly and powerfully.
Apart from factors like potential ceilings, the benefits are abundant.
All the scales exerted power, each one being a magic spell.
And they formed a vast expanse, enveloping everyone like a Domain.
Here, the Dogman Tribe numbered in the hundreds, amounting to at least a million Dogmen, ninety-nine percent being in the First Realm.
Under this radiance, Small Knife’s bloodline boiled, but he found no additional effect.
No, Small Knife realized something.
While it had no impact on him, it might not be the same for the other First Realm Dogmen.
Those First Realm Dogmen, under this brilliance, achieved a Second Realm appraisal, with their combat power more than doubled.
However, it seemed to only affect the First Realm.
All the Dogman Priests of the tribe were also casting spells.
With a wave of their short staffs, a red light spread.
Frenzy Technique.
Every Dogman’s muscles swelled, their forms enlarged by a ring, and their eyes turned red.
Without needing orders, they howled and charged toward the torn sky.
Damn!
All around Small Knife were his closest companions, led by his Dogman brothers, all of them his staunch allies.
Even they could not resist and rushed ahead.
Not just them, even the tribe’s strongest, the Dogman Leader, charged forward.
Only Small Knife and a few Dogman Priests remained.
Elsewhere, the other Dogman Tribes were doing the same.
Subsequently, these Dogman Priests also set off, and Small Knife blended in with them, moving forward.
Outside the space, birds and flowers could be heard and seen.
However, at this moment, the space split apart, and a figure appeared.
It was none other than the Master of the Goblin World.
The moment this space ruptured, he sensed it.
He appeared directly in the sky, waving his hand, and using the authority of the Master of the World, the space cracked open, and a multitude of goblins surged forth.
As if endless.
Small Knife saw no fewer than thirty Golden Goblins.
No wonder he remained safe after hiding for so many years; it turns out the Master of the Goblin World’s greatest threat was here.
No wonder the goblin tribe fights a blood battle every year.
Small Knife hid among the Dogman Priests, observing all this.
Upon exiting the Secret Realm, subject to the world’s upper limit suppression, those Third Realm Dogmen were suppressed to the Second Realm, significantly reducing their combat capability.
Even so, they were still somewhat stronger than the average Second Realm.
They hadn’t even drawn near when a barrage of fireballs, icicles, and other diverse spells flew between the two camps.
There were so many that the entire sky was obscured.
With just this one strike, tens of thousands died or were wounded from both sides.
The entire war scene was extraordinarily explosive; death could come at any moment.
When Small Knife stepped out of the Secret Realm, he already saw that the Dogman side clearly held the upper hand; their strength was superior.
Even those Dogman Warriors temporarily advanced from First to Second Realm held their own in one-on-one combat, not to mention those in the Second Realm, capable of taking on two, even three, opponents.
As for the Third Realm Dogmen, after being suppressed, taking on five at once was no problem.
In a short time, countless goblins fell or were injured.
However, the goblins, continuously pouring in, seemed endless, barely holding the line under the leadership of the Golden Goblins.
A blood battle indeed deserves its name.
As Small Knife walked out of the Secret Realm, it was estimated that over a hundred thousand had died or been wounded; at least eighty thousand were goblins.
This was in just a brief time.
At present, the goblins managed to hold the line not only due to the constant reinforcements but also because of the blockade led by over a hundred King Level Golden Goblins.
Their Defense is astonishing, allowing them to barely hold without collapsing.
This is the goblin’s foundation: with over a hundred Golden Goblins, it seems the Five Elements Sword Control Sect caused their world potential to fall far behind.