I Am Not A Goblin Slayer

Chapter 663 - 350: Evil Bloodline (Part 3)

Even though Gauss was strong, after consuming continuously, he finally felt a little discomfort.

Though only mild symptoms appeared for now, Gauss knew that the battle couldn’t be delayed any longer.

This group of mad demons could completely butcher everyone here.

With military power and magic array’s aid, the ants could bite the elephant to death.

"Keep moving forward!"

"I’ll clear the path."

Abelhard volunteered for the task.

As a swordsman, whether it’s killing ability or agility, he’s outstanding, and he is the highest-ranked professional here, also as the guild leader of Gray Rock Town, in every way, he must take the lead.

"I’ll leave it to you, guild leader."

Gauss nodded.

His magic power was still recovering, and he needed to save some energy.

Now the responsibility for the charge fell on Abelhard.

Abelhard took a deep breath, and the originally restrained aura around him suddenly changed.

Unlike Albena’s furious surge of blood Qi, nor the dazzling radiance of Gauss’s magic fluctuations, what enveloped him was a "force" that seemed refined through countless experiences.

This force of the sword to a certain extent counteracted the surrounding oppressive force.

The longsword in his hand emitted a clear and long hum, its blade circulating with silvery sword Qi.

"Follow me closely."

As the words fell, Abelhard’s figure suddenly blurred.

"Sword skill, Break Army!"

Since he planned to delve into the enemy camp, he was naturally confident in his strength.

A level 9 swordsman, about to reach level 10, nearing the pinnacle of the master stage, his killing ability was extremely terrifying.

Besides, until now, it was all thanks to Gauss that he had hardly used any energy; after conserving and restoring his strength, it was the perfect time to draw his sword.

His body seemed to blend into the flowing wind, his steps carried a strange rhythm, precisely avoiding the corpses and blood pools on the ground, while his speed was so fast to leave faintly shadows.

He turned into a straight silver lightning piercing ahead.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

A series of dense light sounds like raindrops.

The ogre shield wall blocking the way, jackal-wolf people, and the diving two-legged flying dragons all burst with splashes of blood.

"So strong!"

Gauss and others followed behind, clearing away the surrounding enemies while exclaiming in amazement.

His sword seemed unbeatable, his form incredibly swift.

No weaponry or demon could withstand a single sword, showcasing an extreme killing ability.

The number of professionals learning sword skills was vast, but this didn’t mean swordsmen were mediocre; rather, it was a safe and powerful profession.

Under Abelhard, who was slaughtering fiercely, Gauss and others battered through and finally arrived in front of the big tent.

Their bodies were already drenched in filthy blood, none of them could maintain composure.

"Woo woo woo!"

The commander inside the tent seemed aware of their approach.

Lifted the curtain.

A uniquely looking ogre walked out, flanked by two other tall ogre warriors.

Their bodies emitted an aura far stronger than elite demons, especially the ogre, unlike its somewhat clumsy bulky kind.

Covered in a torn black robe, its skin was a unique light blue, and sharp horns protruded from its head, with pale hair flowing out from the hood’s surroundings.

At the moment, it gazed at Gauss and the others, slightly opening its mouth revealing tightly packed teeth like a shark, its black sharp claws gently clasped, creating a nauseating sound.

Evil, extremely evil creature.

That’s Gauss’s first impression of it.

It received the black machete handed over by the ogre warrior beside it.

The next moment, its legs suddenly thickened, and the entire being shot out like a cannonball.

Moreover, during its flight, its figure continuously grew larger, along with its machete expanding accordingly.

"Bang!!"

Abelhard proactively swung his sword forward.

Both collided mid-air.

A nearly ten-meter machete and just over a one-meter longsword clashed with an explosion.

Sparks burst forth, illuminating Abelhard’s stern face and the ogre leader’s eyes full of cruel brutality.

"Bang!"

After a brief stalemate, Abelhard was sent flying backward.

In terms of strength, as a human, he was indeed at a disadvantage against the ogre leader who had swelled to giant size.

Gauss supported him.

"Cough cough."

Abelhard’s face turned slightly pale.

However, after testing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It’s not at the Extraordinary Level."

This was probably good news.

But not entirely good news.

This ogre was evidently an extremely rare bloodline among ogres, possessing more varied abilities.

Gauss even felt it was vaguely familiar.

Besides, its position in the Monster Legion made it the core of momentum, seemingly receiving a significant boost.

Otherwise, with Abelhard’s skill, it wouldn’t have been so inadequate, showing a noticeable difference on the first encounter.

"Waa waa waa!"

The surrounding monsters, who had never approached, worried about being affected by the clashes, roared thunderously.

The leader having the upper hand brought their momentum nearly to a peak.

"Let me handle it."

Gauss signaled the others to deal with other monsters.

Leave the ogre leader to him.

Abelhard looked at him worriedly.

Though unspoken, he meant can you manage?

Originally, he intended to use his speed advantage to hold the opponent.

Now this ogre leader was in full swing, requiring to avoid its sharpness.

He knew that with the Monster Legion retreating and pulling back significant forces, Sir Belock in the city would come out to support them.

When the human army launched attacks from multiple fronts, within and out, they could divide the currently rising massive momentum in the legion center; then would be the best time to launch a killing assault on the ogre leader.

Gauss nodded.

Signaling Abelhard to trust him.

It’s not that he didn’t want to delay, but he thought that some risks couldn’t be delayed.

His current physical state barely allowed for a burst; after some fighting, even if he wanted to staunchly resist, he wouldn’t have much energy left.

Rather let him try first; even if he couldn’t defeat the ogre leader, he should be able to severely injure it, with Abelhard around, at the very least, everyone could be protected.

His gaze clashed with the ogre leader’s cold stare.

He finally realized where that familiarity came from.

The same kind of force flowed within its body as within him, though clearly thinner compared to Gauss’s.

But it was this ancient power that granted this ogre leader its transformative ability.

"You agree, don’t you, Ghost Form."

Gauss licked his lips.

And the ogre leader did the same action simultaneously.

A sense of craving rose in both their minds.

Kill it!

The ancient bloodline flowing within seemed to urge them to a showdown.

Just like raising gu poison; once the poisons met, there would be slaughter, until a pure gu king emerged.

"Truly a sinister bloodline... "

Gauss shook his head, gaining a deeper understanding of the [Ghost Form] racial talent within.

In terms of level, Gauss was at a disadvantage, but in bloodline, he was more pure.