Chapter 13 The Terror of the Undead Legion and the Horn of Counterattack
Time passed by, second by second.
The air in the temple square was so still it seemed as if water could drip from it.
Nearly fifty minutes have passed since the first wave of suicide squads was wiped out.
"What canned food, I said," led the remaining twenty-odd players, relying on the terrain and makeshift traps, and tenaciously guarded the steps of the temple gate. Most of them were wounded, and their wooden shields were tattered, but a strange excitement flickered in each of their eyes—the eyes that were watching the system clock count down.
Meanwhile, Gru, the kobold leader on the other side, had run out of patience.
The black mist in the temple continued to churn, but the legendary divine punishment had yet to arrive. The humans, on the other hand, though seemingly in a standoff, had shifty eyes (actually looking at the chat), and were muttering strange things like "five more minutes" and "resurrecting soon," though unfortunately they couldn't understand Chinese.
The night wind grew colder, and the wounded kobold began to shiver from blood loss and the cold.
"bluff..."
Gru spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, greed overcoming fear. He looked at the humans; although they didn't have any decent weapons, the tools, timber, and even the bottles and jars (containing spices and glue) piled up around the temple were all valuable items in the barren wasteland.
Especially the human leading the group (Canned Food), the iron axe he was holding—that was just dropped by his soldiers!
Disgrace! Absolute disgrace!
Even if there's no meat... we'll still steal everything!
Gru raised his stone axe, and without waiting any longer, let out a deafening roar:
"Kill them all! Loot them all!"
"Awooo—!!!"
After resting for half a day, the kobold troops, although their [bloodlust] state had disappeared and they were in a weakened state, were still native monsters after all, and their physical abilities still far surpassed those of the players who had not yet changed classes.
More than twenty kobolds, like a muddy torrent, swept over the wreckage of the trap and rushed toward the last line of defense.
"They're here! Five minutes left! Hold on!"
Canned Food yelled and frantically tagged everyone in the channel, "Gangzi! Stop saving your durability! Throw your big stone slab out!"
"Come on, you grandsons! Grandpa's going to crack your skulls open!"
Ding ding ding Xin Gang held the huge, cracked stone slab in one hand and hurled it with all his might, like throwing a discus.
"boom!"
The stone slab knocked down two kobolds charging at the front, but the remaining monsters instantly overwhelmed the defense line.
"A trap! A trap!"
"It's all gone! We used it all up in the first wave!"
"Edison! Do you have any glue left?"
"I only have this little bit of saliva left! I'll go for it!"
Although the remaining players were outnumbered, they managed to put up a fight against the kobolds by throwing out a "biological weapon" mixed with pepper and stove ash at the end of "I'll teach you a lesson."
But this stalemate did not last long.
The absolute power disparity is undeniable.
As Gangzi was pounced on by the three kobolds and his throat was torn apart by their sharp teeth, the defense line completely collapsed.
"We can't hold out!"
"Fight them! We'll take as many as we can!"
Screams, roars, and the sounds of blades piercing flesh mingled together.
The last twenty players fell like harvested wheat.
"What canned food, I said," was the last to die. He was pinned to the ground by two kobolds, a spear piercing his chest. Before dying, he looked at Gru, who was so close, without fear on his face. Instead, he glanced at the countdown [00:00:10] in the upper right corner of his vision and gave a strange smile.
"You'll regret this... big dog."
Pfft.
The canned food vanished in a flash of white light.
At this point, apart from the mess on the temple square and more than twenty panting, wounded kobolds, there was not a single living person left.
"You...you won?"
Gru leaned on his stone axe, panting heavily. Although the battle had been brief, the humans' desperate counterattack before they died was too fierce; his left leg had been bitten, and it still ached terribly.
"The leader...there's no body...only these tattered pieces of equipment..."
A kobold minion picked up the stone axe and wooden stick dropped by the player, looking completely bewildered.
The ground was spotless; there wasn't a single bone left, let alone any meat. All that remained were piles of tattered clothes and crude weapons.
"These monsters..." Gru felt a chill run down his spine, but the spoils before him temporarily suppressed his unease. "Never mind! Search! Search behind the temple! Take everything usable!"
However, just as they were preparing to cross the square and venture deep into the heart of the temple.
Buzz—!
In the center of the temple, the huge teleportation slab suddenly burst forth with a dazzling white light without warning.
The light was so intense that the dog-headed people had to cover their eyes.
"A miracle?! Divine punishment?!" Gru retreated in terror.
Within the light, figures were rapidly solidifying.
Those were the first batch of "Naked Suicide Squad" who died, and the second batch of players who had just respawned and whose cooldowns had ended.
A total of twenty-five people!
Some of them were still wearing their underwear, while others had already exchanged for new linen clothes in the resurrection space, but without exception, they were all at full health and in top condition!
"Holy crap! It's finally alive!"
"I was suffocating! I was locked in that dark room for an hour!"
"Brothers! I saw in the group chat that Canned Food Bro and his team just got wiped out? Does that mean no one's stealing monsters now?"
As the light faded, the players' faces were revealed—excited, curious, and full of energy. Although their hands were empty (because their equipment had been left with the guards and was now lying on the ground), their overwhelming aura was more terrifying than if they were armed to the teeth.
At the very front of the group, three figures stood out conspicuously.
Because they died the earliest, they were resurrected the fastest and stood at the very front.
The tall, thin guy on the left, the short, stout guy in the middle, and the guy with a mohawk on the right.
It was the "Ha" trio.
As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw Gru, the kobold leader, standing not far away, covered in blood, bending down to pick up equipment.
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.
"Hakimi North and South Green Bean" pointed at Gru and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! Isn't that the big dog that just stabbed me to death? It was even holding my brick!"
"Ashigahayeku Nailong" rubbed his chest and chuckled: "Perfect! I didn't get enough of that shot just now, my adrenaline is pumping again!"
"Oh my god, Ding Dong machine!" immediately struck that classic pose, breathing deeply:
"ha--!!!"
This powerful battle cry echoed across the silent temple square.
"Clang."
The stone axe in Gru's hand fell to the ground.
Its eyes widened, its pupils contracted sharply, as if it had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
It recognizes these three people!
That tall, skinny guy! That short, fat guy! That guy with the mohawk!
Just an hour ago, it watched as its men's spears pierced their hearts, watched them die coughing up blood, and watched them turn into specks of light and disappear!
But now... they're standing there.
There wasn't a single wound on his body! Not a single hair was missing!
He was even more energetic than before he died!
"No...it's impossible..."
Gru trembled and retreated, its worldview collapsing at that moment.
Unkillable.
They are impossible to kill.
These are a group of undead spirits protected by an evil god!
It finally understood why that human had smiled like that before he died.
This is not war, this is torture!
"Monsters...they are monsters!!!"
Gru let out a distorted scream, his leader's authority completely gone, and turned to run, not even bothering with the spoils on the ground.
Fear is contagious.
The other kobolds were already exhausted and wounded. When they saw that all the humans they had just killed had come back to life and were staring at them with glowing green eyes, their mental defenses collapsed instantly.
"Woof!!"
"A ghost!!"
More than twenty kobolds abandoned their armor and fled from the temple, crying and screaming.
"Huh? The monster ran away?"
"Did the boss throw away all his weapons?"
Upon seeing this, Hakimi immediately reacted and picked up the stone axe and wooden stick that the guards (Gangzi and his men) had dropped from the ground.
"Brothers! These bastards are out of energy!"
"There's equipment all over the ground! That's what the brothers left behind! Pick it up and kill them!"
"Counterattack! Leave no one alive!"
"Kill them!!!"
The situation reversed instantly.
A group of energetic, fully recovered players pounced on the terrified remnants of the defeated army like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Ha! Don't run! Leave your teeth behind!" Hakimi was the fastest, picked up a stone and threw it.
"Ashiga! Block that lame guy!"
"Oh my god! That's my experience pack!"
On the wasteland surrounding the temple, an absurd and cruel chase unfolded.
The hunter has become the hunted. The once "weakling" has become a tireless, death-defying nightmare.
Li Wei stood on the high platform, looking down at the one-sided massacre below, and lightly flicked his fingers.
[Server-wide Announcement: The Temple Defense War (Phase 1) has ended.] [Current Battle Status: Full-scale counterattack.] [Hidden Reward Triggered: Annihilating the Kobold Vanguard will grant you [Kobold Camp Coordinates] (unlocks the counterattack instance).]
"Go, my fourth calamity."
Li Wei looked at the iron axe that the player had picked up, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I've got my first pot of gold."