The Trick of the Soul Fragment

boom!

As Lin Mo finished speaking, six dark blue corrupted cores simultaneously slammed into the densest area of ​​the orc army formation.

When the first one exploded, the sound was muffled, like some huge object bursting at the bottom of deep water.

The dark purple sphere of light expanded rapidly, engulfing everything within the blast radius.

Before the orc could even scream, his body vaporized and twisted in the light.

Even their souls were torn out and mixed into the destructive energy.

Then came the second one, the third one...

The muffled rumbling sounds rose and fell in waves, and the earth trembled incessantly.

Dark purple and dirty green light replaced the color of the sky.

The viscous, corrosive energy spread wildly outward from the various explosion centers like a living tide.

The battlefield was surrounded in the blink of an eye.

The violent alternation of light and darkness caused all the survivors to experience blurred vision and hear only a continuous buzzing in their ears.

Horn moved after hearing Lin Mo's words.

He let out a low growl and shot out with a sudden burst of energy.

It wasn't retreating, it was lunging forward.

At the same time, its entire body radiated an incandescent light.

This is the skill that Horn learned from the essence of the royal reward when he broke through level 60.

The Wall of the Fortress

This skill can be bound to a city, providing the user with a continuous source of physical strength.

Horn intends to withstand the attack that erodes the soul realm with his own body!

"General!"

At this moment, Horn had already leaped into the air, and the soul meteorite was within reach.

boom--!!!

The destructive energy expanded, completely engulfing Horn's figure.

The deafening explosion drowned out all other sounds as the raging corrupting energy clashed and annihilated the incandescent light of the Fortress Wall!

The next moment, a figure was shot backward from the center of the explosion as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

It slammed heavily onto the ground dozens of meters behind it, carving a deep furrow. It was Horn.

The incandescent light emanating from him had completely dimmed and dissipated, as if it had never existed.

Beneath the visor, his face was deathly pale. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, the warm, salty liquid instantly staining the inside of his helmet.

He... actually used his body to withstand a direct hit from the [Soul Corrosion]!

However, the cost is obvious.

His heavy steel armor had lost its luster and become extremely dull, with strange and dangerous purplish-black rust marks beginning to appear at the edges.

The fortress walls withstood the most intense direct impacts.

However, the all-pervasive corrupting and eroding properties of [Soul Corrosion] still managed to penetrate Horn's defenses.

It caused him significant internal damage and continuous negative erosion.

He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his sword, breathing heavily, each breath accompanied by a rusty pain.

Looking up in the direction where the black-robed youth had disappeared, his eyes were filled with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of horror.

At this moment, the roar of the explosion gradually subsided.

Instead, there was a more unsettling gurgling sound.

Centered on the spot where Lin Mo originally stood.

A dark purple, corrupted swamp, almost completely covering the entire battlefield, was formed.

The ground became soft, but with a terrible corrosiveness.

The orcs that were not completely annihilated in the previous explosion are slowly sinking and dissolving in this swamp, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The surviving orcs, whether they were strong warriors or shamans in the rear, were all gripped by extreme fear.

Their charging formations are meaningless in the face of the Corruption.

The orcs near the edge scrambled backward in terror.

Those within the corrupted area let out desperate howls.

They watched as their legs and feet rapidly turned black and festered in the thick, purple slurry.

Lin Mo was not idle either; his figure became clear in the central area of ​​the corrupted land, like a ghost.

He seemed completely unaffected by the terrifying environment, walking on the churning purple slurry as if it were flat ground.

Each swing of the black sword was simple and direct, taking the lives of the struggling orcs.

There were no shouts, no unnecessary movements, and the efficiency was chilling.

Driven by their survival instincts, some orcs pushed their wounded or weak kin into the corrupted swamp as stepping stones.

They frantically trampled over the rapidly sinking bodies, tumbling and crawling as they rushed out of the corrupted land.

Without looking back, they fled for their lives towards the distant wilderness plains.

The human defenders on the city wall were stunned, forgetting to cheer and forgetting their fear.

They had never seen a fighting style like this before.

Regardless of friend or foe, create a death zone, and then calmly reap the rewards within it.

Lin Mo did not rush to chase after the fleeing orcs.

Instead, he stopped and shook the blood off his black sword.

Turning his head, his gaze pierced through the corrupted lands and landed on Horn, who was being helped by soldiers to stand in front of the city wall of Ash Keep.

Horn was also looking at him, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of anger, shock, humiliation, and deep helplessness.

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise of the battlefield, reaching Horn and every soldier nearby who was listening intently.

"Remember, I will come to pick up the medicine in 3 days."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Horn's reaction and turned to chase after the orc deserters.

At that moment, another dark figure flew out of the city.

"Wait! Wait for me..."

The dark figure was also extremely fast.

It can be vaguely seen that it is a red-haired girl wearing a leather jacket.

The girl landed beside Lin Mo and muttered, "I've only filled half of my spatial ring. There's so little good food in this city."

Seeing this, Horn's expression turned serious; there was more than one person on the other side!

Horn watched the other person's departing figure and calmly said, "Record all the details that just happened..."

The other party's purpose was clear: they would return to pick up the medicine in 3 days.

This is a declaration of war, and he needs to prepare beforehand.

Thinking this, Horn spoke again: "Summon the A-rank hero squad back and prepare for battle in 3 days."

……

Click.

A distinct sound of a skull being crushed echoed across the vast plain.

An elite orc who was trying to put up a last-ditch resistance was treated like a toy by Lin Mo.

The headless corpse collapsed to the ground.

Lin Mo shook off the grime from his hands.

A cold gaze fell upon an orc shaman lying limp on the ground not far away.

The shaman's feather ornaments were mostly corroded, and his wooden staff had broken off.

Seeing Lin Mo looking at it, it immediately banged its head on the ground.

He begged for mercy in a broken, unintelligible language, a mixture of the common mainland language and orcish speech.

"No...don't kill me! Great warrior! I surrender!"

Lin Mo walked towards him step by step, expressionless.

Just then, crimson blood fell onto Lin Mo's shoulder.

She glanced at the trembling shaman, her blood-red eyes darting around.

"Wait, don't kill him yet. I have something I want to ask this black man."

Upon hearing this, the shaman seemed to have grasped at the last straw.

She suddenly looked up, forcing a fawning smile that looked worse than crying.

"Ask! Ask away! My great little...Miss! I will tell you everything I know! I would never dare to tell you a single lie!"

Yin Xue did not ask a question immediately, but instead circled around the shaman and looked him over.

"Ask you? I'm afraid you'll lie to me and make things up just to save your own life. So..."

Before she could finish speaking, her small figure flashed and instantly appeared above the shaman's head.

Before the other party could react, her seemingly slender and harmless little hand had already covered the shaman's tattooed forehead.

"Ughh ...

The shaman let out a shrill, inhuman scream, his whole body convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and saliva flowed uncontrollably.

Where Yin Xue's palm touched his forehead, a layer of dark red light emanated, seeping into the shaman's skull in wisps.

Memory retrieval.

Simple, direct, and efficient.

Furthermore, it will cause irreversible damage to the soul of the person being treated.

A moment later, Yin Xue withdrew his hand.

The shaman collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, foaming at the mouth, his consciousness fading; he was utterly useless.

A knowing look appeared on Yin Xue's small face.

"It really was caused by a fragment of my soul."