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Chapter 8 Chapter 8: Serpentmen

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Beyond the boundless void of the Divine Realm, a tall figure shrouded in mysterious golden light stood just beyond the realm’s crystal wall, secretly observing the Divine Realm.

“Since when did this kid have so many high-quality believers?”

Class teacher Wu Hai observed Lin Xiao’s Divine Realm in surprise. His gaze swept across the more than 600 Greymist Murlocs and then onto Lin Xiao’s incarnation, who was arming and mobilizing his believers. He nodded and said, “Seems like he’s worked hard since the last test. Since that’s the case, I’ll give him this card!”

He extended his hand and flicked the card he held between his middle and index fingers. The card swiftly crumbled into a cloud of golden mist, and under the constraints of Divine Power, it morphed into a golden rainbow bridge and flew into the Divine Realm.

Lin Xiao, who had been staying in his Divine Realm, immediately noticed that a foreign object had infiltrated his Divine Realm. At the same time, a screen popped up before his eyes, and a system prompt sounded.

“Invaders are currently building a portal. The first wave of invaders will arrive in 15 minutes. Be prepared!”

He shuddered on the inside. The eyes of his incarnation in the Murloc tribe glittered as it raised a newly crafted Bone Sword in its hand and roared loudly, “My children, the invaders have arrived. The Lord of the Grey Mist is watching us. It is time for us to show our might and bravery.”

The Murlocs who had already been mobilized waved their weapons and croaked. Their voices might be a jumble, but their morale was high.

Lin Xiao, who had grown accustomed to the Murloc’s style a long time ago, was quite satisfied with this. Taking the lead, he charged out of the tribe with a large horde of Murlocs swarming behind him.

In this battle, he didn’t deploy all the Murlocs. He only brought about three-quarters of them, which was nearly all the True, Devout, and Fanatic Believers in the tribe. All of them had learned the ability Salted Fish Spike.

The 100 plus Pan-believers who remained in the tribe hadn’t learned Salted Fish Spike. Their fighting power was limited, so he wouldn’t lead them into battle just to die.

Although a placement test wasn’t as dangerous as the midterms and finals, it was, all the same, not simple. If he didn’t handle it well enough, the losses could cause him trouble.

Although they were all students, they were already divine lives after all. They may be equivalent to newborn babies when placed in this super-fantasy civilization of Gods of the Human Federation, but in some small planes in the crystal walls of the Chaotic Void Ocean, they could already be regarded as powerhouses capable of summoning the winds and commanding the rain.

The methods to bring up an ace naturally couldn’t be like those for regular students, where they would be left at school to attend classes every single day. They must face various dangers to be tempered.

Every combined classroom and every test was an ordeal. Any carelessness would bring heavy losses to one’s Spawn.

Many students had had catastrophic damages inflicted upon their Spawn due to a single moment of recklessness, and thus, became dejected and apathetic. Sinking into depravity, they remained only as normal divine life even until the moment they graduated from high school and could never become a demigod throughout their entire lifetime.

As always, the invasion portal was built in the upper left corner of the Divine Realm.

The terrain of his Divine Realm was arranged so that there was a coastline at the left edge, and the tribe was located in the lower left corner. As long as the invading species weren’t aquatic creatures, they could only appear in the upper left corner.

A dark gate three meters across, with darkness rippling on its surface like waves, hovered in the air one meter away from the beach like a black hole. Threads of darkness swirled slowly around the circular gate. With a soft hum, the darkness bulged, and a humanoid creature emerged. A sharp object pierced the darkness, revealing a blood-stained spear.

“Ah, Lord Gelas!”

A Serpentman standing about two meters high, with a humanoid upper body and serpent tail about three meters long in place of legs, came out of the portal. Thrusting the bloodstained spear in his hand, he smashed a tiny crater into the sand. He opened its mouth, protruded his forked tongue to probe the air, and said sluggishly, “I smell the scent of the Ocean and many fresh Murlocs.”

At this time, the second, equally strong, Serpentman walked out of the portal. Sticking his forked tongue in and out continuously, he pounded the Bone Staff in his hand on the beach as his narrow and long eyes glittered brilliantly.

“I smell the scent of heresy!”

Reaching out to hold a gemstone-embedded skull at the top of his Bone Staff, he said in a husky voice, “The Almighty Lord Gelas told me to kill all the Murlocs in these oceans.”

The first Serpentman grabbed his thick and massive spear, turned around, lifted it high up into the air, and screamed, “Warriors of Gelas, come forward!”

The darkness of the portal bulged, and a Serpentman with a smaller physique emerged from it. Up next was a second one, followed by a third, and soon a total of twenty Serpentmen emerged.

“This test…its difficulty is a little bit too high!”

Lin Xiao’s real body, whose attention had always been on the Divine Realm, knitted its eyebrows. Although there were only 22 Serpentmen in this group, they were pretty powerful. At least, if he had faced this test half a month ago, he would have had to go all out and sacrifice a large amount of his Spawn to make it possible to defeat them.

Greymist Murlocs were classified as a low-level race. They belonged to the kind who could not get any lower. The race’s average combat power was pretty much the same as gnomes.

But yes, they did slightly better in the water.

As for the Serpentmen, they were classified as an intermediate-level race. Even if all of them were at the fundamental level and hadn’t been upgraded before, their racial talent would still provide them with the combat prowess to completely crush the Greymist Murlocs, especially those two Serpentmen leaders. They were definitely not inferior to level 2 Army types. They might even have Professions.

This configuration would be a little difficult for even the top-ranked students in the class. For students at the bottom of the list, it was immensely difficult.

If it weren’t for his newly activated cheating cube and his many years of accumulation recently converted into strength, should he be fighting with the slightly more than a hundred Murlocs from before, it would probably cost him at least a third of his Murlocs to pass this test.

But there were no ifs in the world. Times had changed. Now that his strength was greatly increased, Lin Xiao’s confidence level had also become plentiful.

His incarnation, the Murloc leader, charged out of the tribe with more than 500 Greymist Murlocs. Lined up in a messy formation, they swarmed toward the Serpentmen squadron that had just exited the portal.

There were no war tactics at all, and there was no way that the Murlocs could be commanded. Since they had the absolute advantage in numbers, he would just select all of them with his cursor, click A, and left-click on the ground.

With more than 500 Murlocs gathered together, their numbers were still quite massive. Anyway, the long and narrow beach was crowded with Murlocs.

At first, when the Serpentmen saw so many Greymist Murlocs, they were indeed shocked. But swiftly, they revealed sinister smiles on their faces. The 20 Serpentmen lined up in a row, while the Serpentman leader raised his bloodstained spear high up and shouted, “The almighty Lord Gelas is watching us. By killing all the Murlocs, Lord Gelas will bestow us with even greater power!”

The other Serpentman leader, who was holding a Bone Staff, didn’t speak but only silently lifted the Bone Staff in his hand. The eyes of the gem-embedded skull at the tip of the staff lit up. Wisps of blood flowed out, turned into a mist of blood, and flew toward the Serpentmen. Everywhere it ventured across, the pupils of the Serpentmen glowed red. In the meanwhile, their spears became stained with blood.

Serpentmen Divine Technique: Boiling Blood.

Increases Fighting Spirit. Increases weapon sharpness.

Blessed by this Divine Technique, the Serpentmen’s fighting spirit surged, and at the same time, they gained a buff that would reduce pain and fear.

The Serpentmen, who already had the upper hand in individual combat power, became even more powerful after being blessed by the Divine Technique. Their sharpened spears could probably stab a Murloc to death with a single thrust.

Both sides approached quickly. Under the guidance of their leader, the Serpentment raced forward and assumed a fighting posture.

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