All-Class Anti-Mage - Chapter 59 - Fallen Wuli

Hundreds of fallen orcs surrounded the hundred elite troop, launching relentless attacks. Unfortunately, no matter how fierce their assault was, they could not break through this defense line. Nearly a thousand elderly, women, and children were tightly protected behind, and even if one or two fallen orcs occasionally broke through, they would be stopped in their tracks through the seamless teamwork of Babala and Gigi.

The barbarian’s sticky sword technique was quite troublesome. Every fallen orc facing him would get trapped in an invisible vortex, unable to struggle free. After that, it became much easier; with a strong flap of Gigi’s wings, a shower of feathers flew as the thunderwing bird struck fiercely. Any fallen orc that managed to penetrate the line would be sent flying back at a greater speed.

Gigi had already lost many feathers, and the场 was filled with a flurry of bird plumage. The thunderwing bird’s behavior was puzzling; at the ninth tier, it should be proficient in instant cast thunder magic, not engaging in this comical close combat. If this continued, it would be left with hardly any feathers.

“Why aren’t you casting magic?” Babala asked, sweeping his greatsword in an arc that ensnared two fallen orcs. He looked at Gigi, confusion in his eyes. Even the simple-minded barbarian couldn’t watch any longer; those feathers were excellent magical materials, and it was wasteful not to use them, especially when many comrades in the legion were barely getting enough to eat.

“There’s no need to waste magic on these small fry; my steel-like wings can easily deal with them…” As two fallen orcs were once again swept away, one of Gigi’s feathers flew off as well. On this front, Gigi still chose to engage in close combat, even though it was losing feathers at an alarming rate and flying was becoming an issue; it stubbornly flapped on.

The situation was dire. There were simply too many fallen orcs. Even with the elite group’s mastery of their leader’s sword technique, they were still unable to halt the advance of their enemies. If the fallen orcs broke through the defense line, nearly a thousand orcs would surely meet a deadly fate.

“Guli! Guli!”

The orcs’ spirits soared as they shouted in unison, their collective roar creating a powerful momentum that even ruffled the clothing of Fallen Wuli hovering in midair. Yang Zhen spread his arms, wielding his greatsword, employing the second thought sword technique of the No-Self No-Thought state. In an instant, he had completely dismantled and felled over a dozen fallen orcs.

“Retreat!” Fallen Wuli uttered a single word. Regardless of life or death, the attacking fallen orc warriors all retreated ten meters. Yang Zhen stood proudly at the forefront. Although this was the most dangerous battle he had ever faced, for the survival of the orcs and out of gratitude for Sword Saint Guli’s nurturing, he would do whatever it took to block the enemy.

“Caw, caw…” In the chilling laughter, Fallen Wuli’s sleeves rustled as the cold wind blew, his sunken cheeks and deep-set eye sockets resembling a dried corpse. His sinister gaze constantly scrutinized Yang Zhen, as if trying to find something special about him. After a moment of examination, he coldly commanded the fallen magical beasts around him, “Attack!”

His cold, sharp voice carried an aura that was hard to resist, but all the fallen magical beasts took a step back with soft whimpers. Just like before, their eyes were filled with confusion as they looked at Yang Zhen, even disregarding the command of Wuli, one of the three great leaders!

“Caw, caw…” However, Fallen Wuli was not angry. He continued to smile wickedly and said, “The only one who can make magical beasts disobey my commands is a beast taming grandmaster. How rare, truly rare! In the hundreds of years, our Orcs have not seen such a figure, yet one has emerged among humans. This shows that Batulu is nothing special, having fallen to rely on humans!”

“Shut up! You despicable slave of the Fallen God!” Pipi shouted loudly, and the hundred elite troop all showed expressions of indignation. They looked collectively at Yang Zhen, waiting for Leader Guli’s command to pounce on the enemy like ferocious tigers.

Yang Zhen waved his right hand, holding back the hundred elite troop’s desperate impulse. It was no wonder they were so furious because “Batulu” was the name associated with the Beast God. Only the church referred to the Beast God that way on the Firmament Continent, yet it was now coming from the Orcs themselves.

In this situation, it was clearly unwise to act recklessly. Not to mention the group of fallen orcs, elite archers, and ghosts, even a single fallen Wuli, who possessed the power of an eighth-tier grand sage, could wipe out everyone present.

Yang Zhen’s anti-magic limit was at the seventh level, and he had yet to encounter the principles of magic above that level. Even more shocking to him was that he realized the fallen Wuli before him had undergone a dark sacrifice. He had not only sold his soul but exchanged the lives of a hundred thousand beings to the Fallen God for the power to summon the nine elements with the exception of light. The indicator was the buoyancy he displayed-his flesh and blood had acquired the ability to float like a ghost!

If it were just single-element magic, Yang Zhen wouldn’t be as concerned; he feared that Fallen Wuli had mastered composite magic. Just like dark sacrifice, light prayer not only provided communication with the nine elements but also granted an additional special ability. If the special ability Fallen Wuli acquired was the manipulation of composite magic, then no matter how many lives Yang Zhen had, he would die here!

Moreover, if Fallen Wuli truly wanted the lives of these people, why would he let his minions engage in a tug-of-war with the hundred elite troop? Clearly, Fallen Wuli’s target was Yang Zhen, the beast taming grandmaster. He paid no heed to Pipi’s furious insults; in the eyes of Fallen Wuli, Pipi was merely a minor character.

Fallen Wuli stared at Yang Zhen and said, “This trashy second thought sword technique must be your doing, right? It’s truly disgraceful to see the Codex of Leaders of the esteemed Sword Saint Guli being so mishandled. Could this be what Batulu intended? Cackle… Do you really think you can return to Borge Gorge with just these scraps?”

Upon hearing this, the hundred elite troop grew even angrier. They could tolerate Fallen Wuli insulting them, but he repeatedly belittled the Beast God Batulu. However, they held back, confident that Yang Zhen Guli would vindicate them. In the face of Fallen Wuli’s cold mockery, Yang Zhen had his own thoughts: this guy must be scheming something; otherwise, there wouldn’t be so much chitchat.

Strength and cunning are not always proportional. Even if Fallen Wuli obtained supreme power through dark sacrifice, his brains wouldn’t be any sharper than before. He foolishly believed that a few words could provoke Yang Zhen into begging or inquiring, but he failed to realize that he was just talking to himself like a madman, completely ignored by Yang Zhen!

Eventually, Fallen Wuli lost his patience. He viciously shouted, “Hand over the second thought fusion secret method, and I’ll consider granting you a quick death! Otherwise, I’ll throw you into the Abyss of Sacrifice to be offered to the great Dark Ruler!”

A meticulously planned ambush had led Fallen Wuli to discover a genuine second thought sword technique, which was an immensely valuable gain.

“Fusion secret method? Isn’t No-Self No-Thought the ultimate realm, requiring the merging of two thoughts to achieve mastery of the second thought?” Yang Zhen wondered to himself. Perhaps this was why Fallen Wuli was hesitant to act; the Codex of Second Thought stored in Borge Gorge undoubtedly did not include the fusion secret method. Yet Yang Zhen himself had no idea.

The young man’s silence was seen by Fallen Wuli as a form of silent defiance. Losing patience, he waved his dry right hand, sending a group of fallen orc warriors charging into the fray against the hundred elite troop. The self-proclaimed noble Fallen Wuli looked down on getting involved with what he considered garbage.

In reality, he was afraid of Yang Zhen. If Yang Zhen reached the No-Self No-Thought realm, he could unleash Blade Storm, the ultimate technique of Leader Guli, which posed a threat to him while floating in mid-air. Even the cautious Fallen Wuli didn’t fully expose himself to Yang Zhen’s line of sight, deliberately hiding behind the elite archers team.

The charging fallen orc warriors were even fiercer this time, particularly the corpses manipulated by six ghosts, which caused some casualties among the hundred elite troop. The elite group’s defenses were being pushed back step by step. In this situation, an individual’s power was limited, and Yang Zhen could not reveal too much of his strength. In the distance, countless elite archers were watching with keen interest, alongside Fallen Wuli, who had yet to make a move.

“Tell Babala that as long as I unleash Blade Storm, everyone should break through with me!” Yang Zhen communicated this thought to Gigi. Being the contract beast of the barbarian, Gigi could accurately convey this intent to Babala without being detected by Fallen Wuli.

After relaying Yang Zhen’s message, Gigi observed Babala shaking his head firmly.

“My master said it’s either all of us live or die together; he would never abandon you,” Gigi replied, flapping its nearly featherless wings, clearly showing a commitment to stand together. Yang Zhen felt a mix of gratitude and frustration. Even with deep bonds of brotherhood, one has to consider the situation; this was not like when he had been on Lulu’s back!

“Foolish! I don’t mind dying, but what about these orcs?!” Yang Zhen was secretly annoyed.

“Foolish… um, no, great master, His Excellency Yang Zhen just said that if he dies, it’s bad news for this group of orcs,” Gigi quickly conveyed the young man’s meaning. Casting a discreet glance at Babala, Gigi sighed in relief when it saw no signs of anger from the barbarian. It certainly hadn’t forgotten that its master could even form contracts with dragons. Babala’s prowess with sword techniques only intensified its admiration.

Babala realized Yang Zhen was right, and after a brief moment of contemplation, made a shocking decision. The fallen orcs began rallying their assault with increased ferocity. Yang Zhen, puzzled, turned around to see Babala gathering the old, weak, women, and children of the orc clan into the space ring!

No one understood the significance of that space ring better than Yang Zhen; it was a place where Lulu had once lived. Babala wouldn’t even spare a moment to store his own armor inside it. Yet today, for the survival of the orc clan, he willingly sacrificed that space ring; the simple barbarian had truly come to regard the orcs as his closest kin!

What was bizarre was Fallen Wuli’s attitude. As he watched Babala taking the orcs one by one into the space ring, he remained completely unresponsive. Without his command, even the elite archers didn’t take any action. In this situation, Yang Zhen slightly adjusted his approach and didn’t rush to unleash Blade Storm.

Just as Babala had finished gathering the old, weak, and women, and began to bring in the hundred elite troop, Fallen Wuli’s expression shifted slightly. With a mere wave of his dry right hand, the elite archers simultaneously drew their bows.

Arrows rained down like a locust swarm, soaring over Yang Zhen and heading straight for the dozens of elite troop members who had yet to enter the space ring, as well as Babala!

Yang Zhen despised this reliance on mass attacks for inflicting damage, yet he would not underestimate the power of the arrows. He hadn’t forgotten that just a little while ago, he had almost fallen victim to these aimless archery techniques. Compared to before, this time, the arrow rain was denser, and as the arrows flew through the air, the people below felt a heavy pressure descending upon them.