Chapter 1085
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Su Xiaoqiao was feeling down in the dumps that day . He had managed to max out his sacred geno points in the Second God's Sanctuary and was sent to a royal human shelter in the Third God's Sanctuary . While this may have been fortunate, it was a pleasure that was short-lived . In less than a year after his arrival, creatures had come to conquer the place .
Outside of the gate, a ten-meter-tall monster stood . It had two heads and six legs, and its body was like a grossly inflated marble . When he first saw it, and the accompanying wretches, he felt terrified .
He had only been in that sanctuary for less than a year, and in that time, he had only been able to consume ordinary and primitive flesh . To face creatures such as that, at his level, the chance of survival was slim .
Needless to say, Trench Shelter was doing poorly . The monsters attacking had been dubbed "Raging Beasts," and the one in the lead was a sacred-blood class creature . The others it commanded were not as strong but were still fairly powerful . The weakest of the footsoldiers were primitive, whereas none exceeded mutant class .
With its gene locks open, the supreme Raging Beast clobbered the walls of the shelter . With each thud, the bricks of the shelter's composure shook . Each quake was more violent than the last, and all the humans inside mournfully accepted it was only a matter of time before the entire ramparts were brought down .
And once those walls came down, there'd be nothing separating the humans inside from the ravenous maws of the hungry creatures baying for their blood .
A few elites had leaped down to meet the assaulting creatures and battle them there on the plains, but it wasn't long before the shelter-anchored, non-fighters were forced to listen to a chorus of moans and screams . It hadn't gone well for the elites, that was for sure .
The bodies of the creatures had proven too tough for the weaponry the elites wielded . They had quickly discovered they would have to aim for the eyes of the creatures if they wished to deal them harm . If a strike landed elsewhere, nothing would come of it .
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In the heat of battle, though, aiming for the blinking eyes of a horde of tall beasts was incredibly difficult . And as such, they did not fare well . With their armaments and magical abilities not being able to deal damage to the very bodies of the creature, things were dire for the fighters, right off the bat .
Pang!
The Raging Beast brought its raging fists down against the walls again, but this time, it successfully penetrated the stone . Brick and mortar were sent flying in a dizzying plume of dust .
"F*ck!" Su Xiaoqiao was on the wall as that occurred, and he fell all the way down to the ground . A brick had whacked his face during the tumble, and blood poured from his nose .
Realizing there'd be no time for a visit to the infirmary, he knew he'd have to stay strong . So, he did his best to disregard the searing pain and instead raise his bow back up . He took aim and began firing arrows, just as he had been .
Dong!
The arrow hit a Raging Beast's face, but it pinged off the thick hide—he had failed to strike the eye .
Su Xiaoqiao fired another arrow, and this second effort was actually a success . The arrow found its target and plugged itself deep into the eye of the rampaging monster . The leading creature reeled back in pain, letting out an earth-trembling groan as it unwittingly fell back onto the army behind it .
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That was Su Xiaoqiao's final arrow, though . And upon noticing his empty quiver, all he could cry aloud was, "Why must these giants have eyes no bigger than beans?!"
Su Xiaoqiao threw the bow aside and summoned a spear, hoping he could leap up and spike the eyes of the monsters in melee combat .
And thus, he went into battle . The screams of agony, from both humans and monsters, was his soundtrack . With the clatter of steel and the tearing of flesh, with the lashing of blood and the breaking of bones, a symphony of war played in accompaniment to his charge .
But the valiance of his charge was cut short by more tremors . The ground shook violently, and the volume increased rapidly . It got worse and worse .
Another Raging Beast was approaching the battlefield . But this one was thirty meters tall, and its body was entirely black like hard obsidian .
"Berserk sacred-blood Raging Beast is on-approach!" Zhao Long's face turned grim, as he made the call-out . He was the leader of the shelter .
Trench Shelter had barely been able to hold strong against a mere few of the Raging Beasts . While the battle had been arduous, and the many lives had been lost, the hope of victory had never departed them . But now, with a berserk sacred-blood beast on the way, things had never seemed so hopeless .
The berserk sacred-blood Raging Beast did not heed the attack of any human, and it walked directly up to the gate of the shelter like a battering ram .
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Zhao Long flew up towards it, and with a spear imbued with the airborne-fire of a thousand lightning bolts, threw it towards the advancing wretch .
Like a bolt of lightning itself, the flight of the spear was instant .
But the berserk sacred-beast creature was not as lumbering as its appearance suggested, and it hastily managed to duck and avoid the spear striking its eye . It pinged off the monster's forehead and went spinning a few hundred meters away like a ricocheting bullet .
Zhao Long's face turned ugly . Even had he missed the eye of the beast, he had hoped he could still deal damage to it . That was his strongest skill, but it had yielded nothing . Unhindered, the berserk sacred-blood Raging Beast continued its approach towards the shelter's gate . Giant footprints on the ground were left in its wake .
The humans who were still along the crumbling ramparts fired arrows as fast and as furiously as they could . And while the barrage of arrows came in like rain, they seemed to be as damaging as raindrops to the monsters, too .
Any hope of salvation was now lost to the humans, and they watched in fear as the Raging Beasts pounded the shelter . The gate would be broken into splinters any second now .
That gate was a floodgate, and once it was down, it really would lead to a flood of countless hungry monsters . But their concern did not just lie there . The entire structure of the shelter had taken a significant walloping, and it was weakened . Soon, many spots on the walls would come falling down .
With their morale hitting rock bottom, they could no longer even muster the courage to fight .
The monsters were extremely excited in comparison, and the spirits of the filthy beasts were clearly raised with the approach of imminent victory . They pounded against the walls and gates harder, stomped their feet, gnashed their teeth, and licked their lips . There were so many tremors, it felt as if the entire earth would be torn asunder .
The humans knew they had been too weak to withstand such an assault . They knew their efforts to maintain control over Trench Shelter against such a horde of beasts had been a foolish endeavor .
"Everyone! Return to the Alliance!" Zhao Long gave the order to return, as he alone remained fighting . He hoped to buy the rest of his people time so they could escape .
The surviving elites fell back but did not leave . They wished for as many others to evacuate before they themselves did, as well .
Su Xiaoqiao felt terrible . He saw the horror and despair in his compatriots, but he knew nothing could be done to help save the day .
And if they left, he knew it was extremely unlikely they'd ever return .
"Coins!" someone shouted . When Su Xiaoqiao heard this, the extinguished fire in his heart was relit . He asked, "Coins? Is Dollar here?!"
Su Xiaoqiao did not see the enigmatic figure himself, but he did see a number of coins raining down from the sky .