Chapter 237-1: Containing Godshift, Creating the Inherited Soul (1) |
The appearance of five hundred Darkborn warriors instantly drew the attention of nearby players.
Their look made the players immediately think of the Evil Armor race they had once clashed with, yet the evil aura drifting off them was even stronger.
At this moment, the pitch-black armor on each Darkborn warrior seemed to devour the surrounding light, and the frigid aura spread through the seawater as if it had substance.
The blades in their hands trembled without stop, as if they could not wait to drink blood and kill.
The Principal stepped forward again, grinning.
“Time for me to show off.”
At once, the Darkborn warriors behind him simultaneously stirred the vitality within, their bodies roaring with qi and blood, causing the nearby seawater to surge violently.
Powerful vitality fluctuations spread continuously, like a raging tsunami.
The Principal then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in the water, making no sound at all.
Before long, the Darkborn warriors behind him had all vanished.
They were like beasts rushing out of the abyss. Wherever they passed, the seawater was churned into vortices.
The black-glinting blades in their hands carved lethal arcs through the water, and every swing carried the power of the Darkborn.
A massive Ghost Scorpion bug swung its thick pincers in an attempt to block, but a Darkborn warrior severed the pincer with a single slash, then drove the blade straight into its skull, piercing its head in an instant. Thick light-blue blood spread through the water, then, under the pull of the Darkborn warrior’s power, merged back into his body.
Another Darkborn warrior flashed forward, plunging into the middle of a cluster of Ghost Scorpion bugs. His body whirled abruptly, forming a black storm. The spinning blade shredded all the Ghost Scorpion bugs that came near.
The Ghost Scorpion bugs’ tentacles and carapace fragments drifted everywhere in the water, and their anguished roars echoed along the seabed.
The eyes of the Darkborn warriors in battle were always cold and resolute, without the slightest mercy. Every move they made was precise and fatal.
Their leader, Anshui, was even more ferocious, suddenly closing in on the Ghost Scorpion swarm.
His blade chopped down from above. Several black blade-waves shot out, instantly slicing three Ghost Scorpion bugs below into pieces.
There were also Darkborn warriors who wrapped their blades with the energy of vitality and threw them. A streak of black flashed, the blade crossing the seabed like a black meteor, piercing through multiple Ghost Scorpion bodies in an instant.
In combat ability, Darkborn warriors were born fighters.
Even now when they were down and out, they had once been a cross world predatory force. Their civilization’s development had never suffered a break.
The death plugin (Reincarnation) rule they had mastered endowed the Darkborn warriors with countless combat talents to choose from.
Each Darkborn warrior wielded different abilities. They were fighters nurtured in slaughter. Once they entered, they instantly took control of the rhythm of the battlefield.
As for hunt level, Anshui’s was 90+, and the others were all above 70+.
Whether in combat technique, team coordination, or ability usage, the Darkborn warriors held an absolutely crushing advantage.
The battle continued.
The five hundred Darkborn warriors were like one.
Their smooth movements seemed to have been rehearsed countless times. Every step and every swing matched perfectly.
They did not even need verbal communication in battle. The bloodline resonance of the Darkborn warriors activated automatically.
From synchronized breathing rhythm, they gradually entered a state where five hundred hearts beat at the same frequency, followed by five hundred pairs of eyes sharing a single field of vision.
When Anshui was the first to rush into the Ghost Scorpion swarm, his motion became a signal, instantly igniting the combat rhythm of the Darkborn warriors.
The blade in Anshui’s hand sliced through the water, going straight for a Ghost Scorpion’s head.
Behind him, the second Darkborn warrior shadowed him closely. His blade swept across, cutting a Ghost Scorpion that tried to attack Anshui cleanly in half.
The third warrior dove from above, stabbing with precision, skewering the head of a Ghost Scorpion directly in front of Anshui.
Then came the fourth, the fifth… like a death whirlwind, methodically sweeping forward.
Their cooperation was seamless from start to finish, like a meticulously choreographed dance of death.
Whenever one warrior swung his blade, another was already guarding his blind spot.
Whenever one warrior charged, another was covering his flank.
There was not the slightest hesitation in their movements during battle, as if they could foresee each other’s next action.
At this time, a gigantic Ghost Scorpion bug tried to launch a sneak attack from the Darkborn legion’s left front, its whipping tentacles shooting out.
Before the tentacles could get close, three Darkborn warriors turned at the same time. Their blades crossed, forming an impenetrable net of death.
The Ghost Scorpion’s tentacles were instantly sliced into scraps by the three blades.
Immediately after, another warrior flashed in from the other side. His blade stabbed straight in, pulverizing the Ghost Scorpion’s head.
The combat tempo of the Darkborn warriors surged like the tide. One wave had not yet subsided when the next arose.
Whenever the Ghost Scorpion swarm tried to rally and counterattack, the Darkborn warriors would split, encircle, and annihilate them at an even faster speed.
Their figures crisscrossed in the deep sea, carving sharp trajectories through the dim water, like countless black lightning bolts rampaging across the seabed.
The Ghost Scorpion bugs, also intelligent, realized something was wrong and threw back their heads to shriek. At once, over a thousand Ghost Scorpion bugs surged in from all directions, trying to overwhelm the Darkborn warriors with numbers.
The five hundred Darkborn warriors once again displayed unparalleled tacit understanding.
They quickly split into several squads, each like a sharp dagger thrust straight into the core of the Ghost Scorpion swarm.
The squads echoed one another, at times dispersing and at times gathering, slicing the Ghost Scorpion swarm into fragmented pieces.
This tacit understanding made the onlooking players gasp in amazement.
It was as if they were watching a perfectly synchronized performance, every note precisely placed.Truly spectacular.
The battle lasted half an hour. When the last attacking Ghost Scorpion fell, the five hundred Darkborn warriors simultaneously sheathed their blades and stood upon the sea floor.
The pale blue blood in the water flowed toward them on its own. After being absorbed, it became nourishment for their bodies.
After absorbing all the scattered blood, Anshui was the first to move. With a few flickers of his figure, he returned to stand behind the Principal.
The remaining Darkborn warriors followed in turn, returning like swallows to their nest to assemble behind the Principal once more, like a silent army awaiting the next killing order.
The smile on the Principal’s face grew even brighter. In voice chat he said smugly.
“Team score time. Rate the show-off.”
“One hundred. Dog Principal is too handsome. Spending that much on cosmetics back then really paid off. This was so satisfying.”
“One hundred. Way cooler than Drunken Milk. His was just too cringe.”
“After seeing the Darkborn warriors’ performance, the Infinity Inherited soul suddenly feels less fragrant. The Divinity Inherited soul is the true daddy.”
Listening to his brothers’ praise, the Principal’s vanity was greatly satisfied.
At this time, Iron Hammer in the party asked curiously.
“Principal, there are no rewards for the kills by the Darkborn warriors? All the benefits go to them?”
Facing the question, the Principal nodded.
“No helping it. The Darkborn warriors are not a power from our player system. They cannot feed back rewards like pets do. Besides, the Darkborn warriors also need to devour vitality to grow. I definitely cannot take that share of the gains, but I can receive the blessing of faith power. Right now I can get 1280 points of faith energy every hour. Exchanged for sacrificial power, that is roughly 600 sacrificial power.”
“There is still room for further improvement in the future. The Darkborn legion has been replenishing its warriors recently. As numbers and devotion in faith rise, getting rich is not a dream.”
Hearing the Principal’s explanation, the Kindergarten players could not hide their envy in their eyes.
After many setbacks, the Principal who finally entered the game had at last risen.
With the blessing of the Divinity Inherited soul, the Principal would surely stand at the apex of the player camp.
They imagined the Principal standing on the battlefield with countless loyal Darkborn warriors following behind. By then, one man would be a legion.
And as his brothers, they would obviously rise along with him.