Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

It staggered, the scimitar slipped from its hand, and it collapsed forward limply as if its bones had been removed.

Shen Wen ignored it, turned his blade, and faced the second one.

This one was more alert than the first one. Seeing its companion's miserable state, it let out a strange cry and tried to retreat.

Shen Wen didn't give it a chance.

With one step, rubble exploded, and the curved blade slashed into its neck from the side.

The killing intent surged in again, and the Flame Goblin, its eyes rolling back, collapsed, its body twitching twice before going still.

From the moment the attack was made to the resolution of both ends, it took less than ten seconds.

Shen Wen drew his sword, a notification flashing through his mind: Two Black Iron level beasts, eight attribute points each.

All-Aggressive physique.

[Constitution: 71→79]

His strength surged again, and he clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking softly.

In the distance, the goblin priest let out a sharp, eerie cry.

The sound didn't seem to come from the throat; it was more like some kind of infrasound, making one's eardrums ache.

The moment the cry ended, all the goblins looked up at the same time, their eyes glowing with a dark red light.

Their speed changed.

His previously sluggish movements suddenly became much faster and stronger.

An ordinary goblin swung a bone knife at Su Mu, but she cut it down with a single blow. However, its dying counterattack caused her scimitar to veer off course.

Jiang Youchu's ice arrow struck a goblin in the chest, causing a burst of cold air, but the creature only staggered slightly before continuing its charge.

Celia's voice came from behind: "This is the Goblin Priest's power! It can strengthen all goblins!"

Su Qingxuan shot down the charging goblin with a single shot, then turned to look at her: "Is that the source of the rage?"

"No!" Celia shook her head, her voice urgent. "This is just the priest's own ability!"

These goblins were already in a frenzy.

You killed dozens of them; normally, they would have run away long ago!

Now, instead of running away, they're launching an attack!

Su Qingxuan frowned and didn't ask any further questions.

She placed her palm on the ebony coffin, and the lid popped open. The black iron-level evil spirit seeped out from the crack and pounced on a goblin that was trying to flank her.

The black mist enveloped the creature's head. It screamed, dropped its weapon, its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed to the ground three seconds later.

Jiang Youchu's ice arrows began to exert their power, flying out one after another, each one accurately piercing the goblin's eye socket or throat.

The cold air exploded, slowing their movements, and then Su Mu easily finished them off.

But there are too many.

Even if you just stand still and let them kill you, it will still take time.

Moreover, these enhanced creatures are twice as troublesome as before.

Shen Wen ignored all of that.

His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and landed on the wooden chariot at the very back of the column.

The goblin priest stood on the chariot, the dark red gem on his bone staff flashing like a beating heart. With each cry, the goblins' attack grew more ferocious.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Shen Wen gripped his curved blade and charged in that direction.

Two giant goblins blocked the road, their spiked clubs held horizontally in front of them, like two walls of flesh.

Shen Wen did not slow down.

The first giant goblin raised its spiked club, the head of which whistled as it slammed down.

Shen Wen turned to the side, and the spiked club grazed his shoulder and hit the ground, shattering the rocks and creating a crater in the ground.

He didn't stop; his scimitar slashed upwards, cutting into the side of the giant goblin's knee.

The blade sliced ​​through flesh and struck bone with a dull thud. The giant beast's knees buckled, and its body swayed to the side.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shen Wen made a move, slashing into its side with his second strike and then into its neck with his third.

Three knives.

An opponent that used to take more than ten rounds to defeat can now be defeated in three strikes.

[Constitution: 79→83]

Shen Wen drew his sword and turned to the second head.

This one was smarter than the first one. When it saw its companion fall, it didn't rush to pounce on it. Instead, it held its spiked club horizontally in front of it and assumed a defensive stance.

Shen Wen didn't give it a chance.

With a single step, the curved blade cleaved straight at his face.

The giant goblin raised its club to block, and the sound of metal clashing exploded. Its entire arm went numb from the shock, and the spiked club almost slipped from its grasp.

Its eyes widened, clearly not expecting this human to be stronger than it.

Shen Wen slashed forward, and suddenly, as if in perfect harmony with nature, the trajectory of his curved blade changed, deflecting the giant goblin's spiked club.

The scimitar instantly severed the giant goblin's head, triggering the passive skill 'Decapitation'!

The headless corpse fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of mud and water.

[Constitution: 83→87]

Shen Wen wiped the blood off the knife and looked up.

The goblin priest stood on the chariot, his bone staff pointing in his direction, the dark red gem at the top of the staff shining brightly.

It emitted rapid, strange cries, sharper and more frequent than before.

The ordinary goblins seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, and their attacks became even more ferocious. But Shen Wen ignored the commotion behind him.

He stared at the chariot and took a step forward.

The distance is less than thirty meters.

The goblin priest was clearly panicked. It brandished its bone staff and uttered various commands, but the goblins that stood in its way had already been killed.

The ordinary creatures were entangled by the three women and couldn't spare the time to save it.

It let out a strange cry, jumped off the chariot, and staggered backward. The dark red gem on the bone staff suddenly flashed—

A beam of bright white lightning shot out from the tip of the staff, striking Shen Wen directly in the face.

That's too fast.

Shen Wen's pupils suddenly contracted, his body reacting faster than his brain.

He pushed off with his feet and sprang to the left, a flash of electricity grazing his shoulder, and a burnt smell filled the air.

The bolt of lightning struck the gravel road behind them, blasting a crater the size of a washbasin, sending debris flying everywhere.

Shen Wen steadied himself and stared at the bone staff in the goblin priest's hand.

Lightning?

Can this thing control lightning?

Seeing that his attack had missed, the goblin priest let out an even more urgent and strange cry, and raised his bone staff once more.

The dark red gem at the top of the staff flashed wildly, and arcs of electricity crackled and coiled around the staff.

Shen Wen did not give it a second chance.

With one step, the rocks shattered, and he crashed into the chariot like a cannonball.

The goblin priest yelled and raised his bone staff, the dark red gem at the top of the staff flashing wildly, and arcs of electricity coiling around the staff.

But Shen Wen had already arrived.

The scimitar slashed upwards, its blade cutting across the bone staff.

The crisp sound of the staff breaking mingled with the thunder as half of the bone staff, carrying the gemstone, flew out and rolled twice on the muddy ground.

The goblin priest, clutching the broken staff, retreated, uttering rapid, strange cries, while pulling a bone dagger from his robe with his other hand.

Shen Wen didn't stop.

The curved blade slashed horizontally, cutting through the dark red robe and slicing a deep gash across its chest, exposing the bone.

Blood spurted out, and the goblin priest staggered and crashed into the chariot behind him. His bone dagger slipped from his hand, and he was pinned to the chariot as if he were nailed to the deck.

It opened its mouth, and a string of indistinct syllables gushed out of its throat.

The sound wasn't like language; it was more like a vibration of some frequency, making the air tremble.

A wisp of grayish-black mist rose from its body, condensing into a distorted face that lunged at Shen Wen.

curse.

Shen Wen sensed the nature of the fog.

It wasn't a physical attack, but a spiritual erosion. Cold and decaying, it felt like it was dragging one's consciousness into an abyss.

He didn't dodge.

The killing intent exploded within him, like a mountain pressing down on his head.

The moment that gray-black mist hit, it shattered like glass struck by a hammer, breaking into countless tiny fragments that were then washed away by the rain.

A deathly light shone in the goblin priest's eyes.

Its body began to tremble, spreading from its fingers to its arms and then to its entire torso, as if its supporting skeleton had been removed.

Shen Wen had already raised his scimitar.

The blade fell, slicing across its throat.

The head flew up, slammed onto the chariot's deck, rolled twice, and landed face up.

Rainwater poured into its wide-open mouth and overflowed from the corners of its mouth.

The body slid slowly down the cart, leaving a dark red mark on the wooden board.

Shen Wen sheathed his sword, a prompt flashing through his mind, and continued to add 4 points to his constitution.

[Constitution: 87→91]

He glanced at it, closed the panel, and turned to look at the battlefield.

There were only twenty or thirty ordinary goblins left, and the three women were overwhelming them.

The gray-black mist swirled around Su Mu's scimitar, each strike capable of taking a life.

Su Qingxuan's evil spirit roamed through the goblin horde, black mist enveloping the heads of those creatures, causing them to fall one after another.

Jiang Youchu's ice arrow precisely pierced the chest of the fish that had slipped through the net, the cold air exploding outwards, slowing its movement, and then it was easily finished off by Su Mu.

Shen Wen didn't wait for them.

He walked into the goblin horde, carrying his scimitar, and harvested them like crops. One slash at a time, swift and decisive, without any unnecessary movements.

The enhanced goblins were like paper in front of him. The sound of bones breaking was muffled by the sound of rain as the scimitar sliced ​​through them. Corpses fell, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed downhill.

three minutes.

The last goblin fell to Su Mu's blade.

Corpses littered the village, stretching from the entrance of the gravel road all the way to the chariot. Dark red blood flowed down the road's gullies, forming a small stream.

Shen Wen stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, his chest heaving, but his breathing was still relatively steady.

He turned off the panel and looked at the three women: "Search separately."

The three women nodded and each chose a direction to disperse.

Shen Wen walked deeper into the village.

At the end of the gravel road stood a large stone house, towering above the other buildings. A string of skulls hung above the door, washed white by the rain.

He pushed open the door, and the inside was pitch black, with a pungent smell of mold and blood mixed together, making his throat tight.

However, for Shen Wen, his eyesight was sufficient to see in the dark.

This is a place used for sacrificial rites.

On the wall directly opposite the door hung various animal skulls, arranged in some kind of distorted pattern.

Bone utensils were scattered on the ground, along with some metal objects whose purpose was unclear.

In the very center of the house stood an altar.

It was made of bluestone, about half a person's height, and its surface was covered with densely packed runes.

There is a groove at the top of the altar, in which a finger is embedded.

The fingers were entirely black, about the length of an index finger, with dry, shriveled skin, but nails as sharp as blades.

A faint but powerful aura emanated from his fingers, like some ancient behemoth turning over in its slumber.

The roar of the beast exploded in Shen Wen's ears.

Not just one, but countless, ringing out simultaneously from all directions, as dense as a tide.

The roars of tigers, howls of wolves, and howls of bears mingled together, making one's eardrums ache.

Those voices carried a primal, savage power, as if they wanted to tear a person's consciousness apart.

The killing intent activated automatically.

That power surged from Shen Wen's body, suppressing all the roars of the beasts.

It wasn't a confrontation, it was a crushing defeat.

Those sounds shattered into dust in his consciousness and vanished without a trace.

Shen Wen stared at the severed finger, his brows furrowing.

Something's not right about this.

He didn't reach out to touch her, but turned and walked out of the house, finding Jiang Youchu at the door.

"This way." He gestured with his chin toward the altar.

Jiang Youchu followed him inside. She squatted down and hovered her hand about ten centimeters away from her fingers, causing a semi-transparent light screen to pop up.

【? ? ? 】

【Name: Beast God's Finger】

【grade:???】

【Effect:???】

Jiang Youchu withdrew her hand, her expression subtle: "Just one name, everything else is a question mark."

"That's enough." Shen Wen nodded, turned and walked out. He needed to find Celia to ask what this thing was.

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