Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 101 Level 1
The Nine Hells, an outer plane that exists outside the material world.

It is also the place where the most evil and treacherous "devils" in the world live.

Comets falling from the sky, broken weapons and rotting corpses, swampy magma, tundra wilderness, jagged peaks and dead wastelands...

Amid the roar of the Styx filled with the breath of death, you can find almost all the harshest environments imaginable in this land.

The air is filled with highly concentrated magical particles whose composition is different from that in the material world, and it breeds countless dangerous and deadly monsters.

Growing up in the midst of killing and life-and-death struggles, one needs to deal with the extremely high pressure from the external extreme environment at all times.

Compared to the monsters surviving in this bad land, most creatures in the material world are like flowers in a greenhouse.

Fragile and delicate.

The Thorn Demon is one of the lowest monsters in the Nine Hells.

Just like those annoying flies, flapping their wings and chirping non-stop, high-level devils can often drive tens of thousands of thorn devils with just a wave of their hands, turning them like cannon fodder into the most insignificant drop of blood in the countless huge meat grinder battlefields in hell.

But after arriving in the material world, they suddenly transformed into powerful monsters capable of annihilating an entire team of adventurers.

The extremely harsh environment in hell, the surging and boiling rivers of lava and the deadly poisonous gas in the air, make the Thorn Demon race immune to ordinary fire and toxins at birth.

It also has a certain resistance to the slashing, blunt and piercing damage from ordinary weapons.

The pale bone clusters scattered throughout the joints of the body and the spikes on the surface of the spine that can shoot out like arrows.

It's like a killing machine built purely for the battlefield.

Xia Nan remained on guard, standing still with his body tense.

He held the beheading sword diagonally in front of his body, concentrating his attention to guard against the bone spurs that might fly out at any time.

His face was solemn.

Obviously, the thorn demon's immunity to fire damage disrupted his fighting rhythm.

I wanted to take advantage of the moment when the opponent was burned by flames and attack to expand my advantage.

For now, we can only retreat and wait for another opportunity.

At the same time, this also meant that the other two kerosene bombs stored in his waist pocket would become waste in the following battle and would no longer be of any use.

What made Xia Nan even more alert was the exaggerated reaction ability that the other party had just demonstrated in an instant.

The thorn demon in front of him had obviously suffered serious damage.

Not only was his entire body infected with spores, but his combat capability was also greatly reduced.

Even its wings were broken in half, causing it to lose its most troublesome ability to fly.

However, he still possessed a physical fitness far beyond his own, and exaggeratedly used the bone cluster that grew out of his elbow to block his [Spin Slash].

This made Xia Nan break out in a cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to imagine what the battle between them would be like if the opponent in front of him was in perfect condition and uninjured.

He was afraid that he had no ability to fight back at all. The opponent only needed to flap his wings, hang in the air and shoot bone spurs, and he could only escape in a panic like a living target.

"laugh!"

Thoughts flashed through my mind for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a sound of air exploding in my ears, and the hunched and thin body of the Thorn Demon suddenly turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

A long tail wrapped in a pungent sulphur odor and decorated with sharp bone blades whistled like a whip from the corner of my eye.

Faced with an attack that could have cut his body in half, Xia Nan did not dodge or evade. Instead, he gripped the sword tightly with both hands and moved forward head-on.

hum-

The ochre-red energy field, along with the energy particles that suddenly gathered in the air, enveloped the entire body.

[Dead Line] Ring: Deflection of stance!

The powerful force disappeared in an instant, as if it had touched an absolutely smooth curved surface. Accompanied by translucent ochre-red ripples, the pale bone blade slanted upwards and deviated from its original target.

With the help of this precious magic accessory that could only be used once a day, Xia Nan was able to approach the hellish monster before him.

The iron-gray surface of the sword flashed with cold light.

The pungent smell of sulfur mixed with blood became stronger and stronger. He could even see the dark long tongue forked and stirring like a snake in the thorn demon's mouth, which was dripping with sticky saliva.

The next second, he exerted force with both arms and thrust the beheading sword straight forward.

Knowing that the opponent's skin is tough, it will take more effort to break it.

In the extremely short reaction time, Xia Nan cleverly aimed the tip of the sword at the wound in the middle of the Thorn Demon's chest.

Send it forward suddenly!
"laugh!"

A thin smoke rose up, carrying with it a bit of corrosive yellow-green pus and blood, splattering out from the wound.

Xia Nan only felt that the long sword in his hand seemed to be inserted into a quagmire, and the force was constantly weakened and dissipated in the tight muscle tissue, becoming sluggish.

"Ding."

Finally, along with some hard object similar to bone, the tip of the sword could no longer penetrate.

"Just a little bit more!" he said to himself.

Just as he was thinking about exerting force again, he wanted the sword to penetrate the cartilage and pierce the monster's heart.

The sharp and piercing whistle seemed to pierce his head.

The thorn demon's palm, as skinny as a dead branch, drew a sinister and deadly arc in the blind spot of vision and stabbed towards Xia Nan's ribs.

A chill suddenly blew across the back of my head.

The force that was originally holding the sword forward suddenly dissipated, his left hand loosened the hilt, and his arm subconsciously moved to the side to block.

"Oh!"

Driven by the powerful explosive force, the sharp claws of the thorn demon slammed down on the smooth surface of the snake-scale arm shield.

Failed to break the defense.

The tough scales of the giant snake from another world cannot be broken by this kind of attack.

Not even a trace was left.

But on the other hand, the rapid force coming from the forearm also caused Xia Nan to pause and his center of gravity shifted.

Sensing that the situation was not good, he exerted force on his feet, hoping to take this opportunity to create some distance between himself and the opponent again, in order to get rid of the continuous attack and gain a moment's breathing space.

But after just taking two steps back, the bone spurs from the thorn demon's long tail pierced through the air and shot straight towards him.

After the previous rounds of fighting, Xia Nan already had a rough idea of the flying speed of the bone spur.

The sword that was originally blocking in front of him when he retreated was slightly raised, and he was about to block it.

In the sight, flames suddenly burst out around the bone spur.

As the speed increased dramatically, the flying path also subtly changed.

Unable to dodge, Xia Nan only had time to turn his body slightly.

Buzz bang——

The flames flickered, and the molten bone spurs fell diagonally onto his body.

The light plate armor, which could only leave scratches if an ordinary sword blade hit it, was pierced through in the blink of an eye.

Like an iron skewer for skewering meat, the bone spur instantly sank into the plate armor.

"Ding!"

That was the sharp sound of the bone spurs colliding and rubbing against the buckles of the chain mail shirt under the plate armor.

There was a sudden burning pain in the side of my chest.

Looking again, the bone spur was already covered in blinding blood and broken and melted iron chips, nailed straight to the ground.

In other words, he reacted quickly and temporarily turned his body to the side.

Otherwise, this bone spur would have pierced through me on the spot.

Even if he dodged in time like he did now, this killing weapon from the Nine Hells still pierced through his double layer of armor and left wounds on his chest and abdomen of unknown severity.

Before Xia Nan had time to catch his breath, a shrill scream mixed with the stench of sulfur came from his side amidst the terrifying sound shrouded in shadow.

That is the thick membrane wing on the other side of the thorn devil's back, which is more than twice its body length.

"boom!"

A chilling thud of collision was heard in the air.

The figure holding the iron-gray sword flew backwards and fell to the ground.

There was a strong smell of blood like rust in the mouth.

Xia Nan only felt intense pain all over his body. Although it was not as if he was ascending to heaven as when the petrified lizard did, he completely lost his fighting power.

But it's definitely not pleasant.

The battle situation was urgent and there was no time to judge his specific injuries, nor did he know how many bones were broken.

He just endured the unspeakable pain, supported his body with the beheading sword, and stood up with difficulty.

"spit."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm at his feet.

The dark eyes reflected the hunched figure in front of him, crawling on the ground like a poisonous snake.

"They're already seriously injured, but the gap... is still that big?"

The tactics and skills that could determine the direction of the battle and even easily defeat the enemy in the past were no longer effective in the face of a substantial gap in combat power. For a moment, he even felt a little confused.

The only trump card he has left is the "Coin of Destiny" which can be used three times. The only way he has figured out to use it 3% effectively is to use the coin to trigger the physical damage immunity of [Bronze Bones and Iron Bones].

but……

The damage immunity can only last for a moment and one attack.

Can he really use this extremely short period of time to tip the scales of victory in his favor?
"How to win?"

"Where is the weakness?"

"How can I survive?"

And at this moment, the long wolf howl coming from far behind him suddenly became extremely loud.

……

Caranfort, outskirts.

The once peaceful and tranquil wooden houses and flower gardens have now turned into debris in the scorched mud.

There is no vegetation, no buildings, as if everything around has been crushed into dust by the tremendous force.

On the vast field, there was only a patch of black scorched earth emitting residual heat.

A little further away, the townspeople's screams and cries of fear and panic were blurred, as if blocked by the extremely thick purple mist of fungal spores in the air.

The ice storm howled, and the crystal snowflakes emitting biting frost did not have time to fall to the ground before being melted into tiny water droplets by the remaining heat in the soil.

Make the surface of the venue look like it is covered with a thin layer of mist.

"Roar……"

A low wolf howl suddenly sounded.

Its body has grown countless times larger, its translucent silver-white fur swaying slightly, its agile and slender legs stepping on the ground, condensing into ice crystals.

A winter wolf, seemingly in spirit form and graceful in posture, floats lightly to its master's side.

The sharp fangs that flashed with icy light were holding a tattered corpse that was full of holes from being bitten and torn.

One could vaguely see the remaining robe threads on the surface of the corpse, and the blood-stained golden sun holy emblem fell silently to the ground, covered with scattered mud spots.

"The helper you found is not that good."

With his left hand, Fugan gently stroked the head of the winter wolf beside him, and the surface of the obsidian axe held tightly in his right hand was already stained with a layer of clear ice crystals.

Under the protection of ice and ancestral spirits, his physical condition seemed no different from before.

On one side of his arm, there were slight burn marks on the surface of his skin, revealing the battle he had just experienced.

"The glory of the sun god is gone."

An old, hoarse sound, like the sound of tree bark rubbing against each other, came from the front.

There was a strange sense of identification in his tone, as if the person dying in front of him was not an ally who had fought together, but just an insignificant stranger.

"His followers can only use their strength against the ignorant civilians."

Surrounded by thorns and purple mist.

So said Basilomew, the gravedigger of Caranfor and swamp druid of the Spore Society.

Tiny dark purple particles covered his face, making it impossible to see his specific expression.

One can only vaguely see another younger face beneath the old skin covered with wrinkles and gray spots.

As soon as he finished speaking, a biting cold wind suddenly blew over from an unknown place.

A clump of black thorns that had appeared behind the barbarian from the blind spot at some point in time was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.

"It's an old trick, huh?"

The druid just chuckled.

"As long as it works."

"I met an old man on the ice field that year. He was a Frozen Spirit Priest. He was almost on the verge of becoming a legend, but I got him entangled in my totem. He watched everyone in the tribe die before he closed his eyes."

"Oh, I almost forgot, you should know him too, haha."

Fugan's pair of icy blue eyes, like the cold water, stared at the dark purple figure in front of him that exuded a decayed aura.

The cold expression on his face did not change at all because of the other party's provocation.

He just raised his left hand and gently stroked the head of the winter wolf beside him.

Put it to your mouth.

"Shoot."

A piece of little finger fell on the frozen ground.

The scarlet blood from the wound, guided by some invisible force, formed a pattern of five curved animal claws on the snow surface.

It was as if he sensed the gaze of a hidden being from outside the plane, from the kingdom of God.

The druid's aura suddenly changed, and the spores in the air vibrated violently.

"Why bother... Is it really worth it to be so close to a legendary soul?"

The wound was covered with frost and the bleeding stopped quickly.

I passed by River Valley Town a few days ago, came to the Kingdom of Servia three months ago, and walked out of the ruins in the snow many years ago.

For the first time, Fergan smiled.

Between the frosty white teeth was the scarlet blood left from bitten off fingers.

"worth."

hold head high--

The shrill and high-pitched wolf howls suddenly broke out as the ice and snow storm gradually became more severe.

……

hold head high--

The howling of wolves coming from afar seemed to possess some strange power.

Get into the skin, penetrate the flesh, and go deep into the heart.

The originally troubled thoughts were swept away in an instant.

Only silent coldness remained.

His Adam's apple rolled as he drank the last half bottle of healing potion, and the empty glass bottle rolled to the ground.

A sharp and fierce whistling sound, accompanied by a pungent smell of sulfur, came towards us.

In his sight, the hunched and bony body of the Thorn Demon had turned into a shadow, rapidly approaching him.

Xia Nan didn't move.

His eyes even looked a little dazed.

At this moment, he seemed to have arrived at the snowy field on the high ground, hearing the long and deep wolf howl.

It became a winter wolf crawling in the snow, hunting prey.

The muscles wriggling and swelling under the thick fur, the fangs reflecting the cold light in the cold wind... and even the pair of emotionless, cold animal eyes that were only slightly narrowed.

The mud under my feet suddenly turned into frost.

That was the cold wind from the north that the barbarian had replenished for him before he left.

Not far behind me, a drop of resin quietly fell from the top of a towering oak tree.

"boom!"

Under the leather boots, a tiny dent suddenly appeared on the ground.

The dust floating in the dim light suddenly solidified.

The roar of blood rushing made the ear canals vibrate and the brain was filled with buzzing; the air suddenly condensed and became as sticky as water, and the muscle fibers were torn and stinging faintly.

The chain mail links pulled against each other, and the metallic sound of the scabbards colliding seemed to coincide with the rhythm of the heart's pumping.

Open your eyes, close your eyes.

Blurred for a moment.

Resin drips on the meadow.

The hot blood beads sliding down his cheeks brought Xia Nan back to his senses suddenly.

The shrill howls from the thorn demon in my ears had ceased at some point.

Turn around.

Filled with leaf fragments and debris, the grass exploded and spread along the track, as if it was split by an invisible plow, revealing the dark brown moist soil underneath.

The headless corpse with wings on its back, splattered with yellow-green pus and blood, lay quietly on the ground.

Semi-transparent characters flashed before my eyes.

"Proficiency +1"

"【Tooth Hunter】lv1: (1/100)"

(End of this chapter)