Chapter 125 - 95: Greenskin Tide, Flatten the Divine Hall

Chapter 125: Chapter 95: Greenskin Tide, Flatten the Divine Hall

"Hellish Roar, I’m coming to help!"

Not far away, Blood Roar shouted and urged his Warg forward, charging like a bolt of lightning.

But before he could get close, a dozen or so roots swept out simultaneously, sending both him and his Warg flying dozens of meters away.

It couldn’t be helped. After all, Blood Roar only had the strength of a Tier One, and the gap between him and the monster was enormous. He was no match for it at all.

At this point, it was time for Grand Lord Shen to step in.

"Fried Chicken, go."

At his command, the Horned Eagle immediately beat its wings and shot into the Divine Hall like a flash of lightning.

In just a few breaths, it closed in on the writhing mass of a monster.

The creature tried to release its roots to intercept them.

But Fried Chicken was a Tier Two Extraordinary Level raptor, known for its speed to begin with.

Moreover, having undergone Shen Xing’s Sacrificial Evolution, it was far superior to others of the same tier.

WHOOSH—

As a gust of wind surged past, Fried Chicken’s wings gathered an invisible airflow, and its already terrifying speed skyrocketed once more!

THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!

The roots binding Hellish Roar were instantly severed, falling to the ground as withered fragments.

—Gale Wings: Infuse the wings with Wind Element, increasing movement speed by 150% for 15 seconds!

"ROAR!"

Freed from his bonds, Hellish Roar let out a furious roar, his eyes instantly turning blood-red.

He hacked, tore, and charged with abandon.

Together with the Horned Eagle circling and attacking from the air, they forced the mass of black roots to continuously shrink back.

But this monster was truly troublesome. Not only was it tough and resilient, but its regenerative ability was also astounding.

No matter how many roots they severed, new ones would always grow back in the span of a breath.

After several clashes, not only had they failed to have much of an effect, but both Hellish Roar and the Horned Eagle had sustained several new injuries.

If this went on, they would likely be dragged into a battle of attrition by the monster.

Just then, Hellish Roar suddenly stopped moving, a deep sense of frustration appearing in his eyes.

"I’m still too weak. I can’t even deal with a monster like this on my own."

His voice was filled with self-reproach as he covered his face with his hands. "How can someone as weak as me lead the Beastmen to rise? How can I be worthy of the Lord’s care for me!"

"I’m too weak! I’m too weak—!!!"

The next second, his body suddenly erupted in black flames, and his muscles began to swell wildly.

The wings on his back unfurled, the sides of his forehead tore open, and two pairs of curved, black horns emerged.

A dangerous, terrifying aura surged up from within his bloodline!

At that moment, Hellish Roar seemed to transform into a true Demon God.

With blood-red eyes and his body wreathed in black flames, he strode step by step toward the writhing root monster.

He let countless roots lash against him like a torrential rain, completely oblivious, his body not even swaying in the slightest.

Then, he reached the monster’s main body. His massive, bat-like wings suddenly spread open and then closed, unexpectedly pulling the writhing creature into an embrace.

"I’m too weak... I’m just too weak..."

His voice was filled with frustration as the black flames in his embrace burned ever stronger.

The mass of a monster, held in his arms, struggled a few times to no avail and actually began to tremble violently.

"What... what kind of monster are you!?" The voice from deep within the roots was laced with fear.

"I’m going to... bury my weak self with my own hands!"

Hellish Roar whispered one last time, his arms snapping shut as the flames in his embrace detonated completely—

"BOOM!!!"

A pillar of black fire shot into the sky, piercing the dome of the Divine Hall and even burning away the gray fog overhead.

When the flames dissipated, only a single, still figure remained in the center of the ruins.

He still held the posture of an embrace, his massive, bat-like wings wrapped around his front.

As for the writhing mass of roots from before, it had been utterly reduced to ash and cinders.

At that moment, the entire Divine Hall fell silent.