166: Chapter 131 Foul Giants_1 166: Chapter 131 Foul Giants_1 Shit!
The Gnolls’ Tremor Bomb was not designed for surface demolition, but for internal explosions.
I was too careless, far too careless.
I can’t believe I didn’t investigate this matter thoroughly.
No wonder the output from the Blackwell Mine has increased so rapidly since they started using Tremor Bombs.
When I previously dropped Tremor Bombs from the air, it was a bit of a waste of their true value.
The real use of the Tremor Bomb is to bury it deep—This, damn it, isn’t it just a landmine?
Squeak, squeak!
Strange frictional noises emanated from the depths of the dark cavern, like soone continuously scraping the walls with a blade.
“It’s the Terror Claw Beasts, they’ve found us and are preparing to hunt,” Gaven couldn’t keep it to himself any longer and loudly warned, “Atwood Village Chief, get ready with your Entanglent Spell, cover the entire cavern with it, the ceiling and both walls included.
Zack, are the bombs all set?
Once you’re done, imdiately fall back and wait for my command before setting them off.”
“Just one left, almost there,” Zack also noticed that the strange frictional noise was getting closer.
He was highly concentrated, daring not to be the slightest bit distracted.
Placent of the Tremor Bomb was a science; it had to be lodged at the most critical support points.
Once those points were blasted, the weight of the rocks themselves would bring them crashing down.
The sa amount of Tremor Bombs wielded by different Gnolls yielded different quantities of mined ore, and this was the reason why.
Gaven loudly expressed his intentions: “Since our enemies have so conveniently co to our doorstep, we cannot let the bombs we’ve buried be wasted.
We’ll hold our ground here, the more monsters that gather, the better.”
Holding his Keen Edge Longspear, Gaven had already positioned himself at the forefront.
His Combat Armor suddenly burst with a blinding light that tore through the darkness of the dark cavern.
Squeak!
Ah!
Hou!
A variety of ghastly screams echoed from within the dark cavern, clearly startled by the burst of light from the Combat Armor.
Creatures from the Dark Domain had adapted to the darkness and were extrely sensitive to light.
The light from the Combat Armor would be eye-catching even during the day, let alone in such a dark environnt.
Gaven also got a clear view of the situation inside the dark cavern and couldn’t help but gasp.
It wasn’t the number of creatures that shocked him, but their deford and grotesque appearances.
Terror Claw Beasts, Moorland Bearn, War Lizardfolk, wild wolves, Ferocious Tigers, Spirit Leopards, and so on.
From these deford beasts, Gaven identified their original species.
But now, without exception, they had all beco severely deford: one eye larger than the other, bodies covered with tumors.
It was relatively common to see deformities like one leg longer than the other.
So Moorland Bearn even sprouted two heads.
One War Lizardfolk had grown three arms.
One wild wolf had nearly lost all its fur, its skin overrun with festering sores and a foul pus oozing out, the stench as ghastly as the lizardfolk’s natural odor, if not worse.
These twisted, mutated creatures cowered in the distance instead of attacking.
They weren’t fearful, but waiting for commands from their master.
With the sounds of heavy objects being dragged and thunderous footsteps, a colossal figure lumbered out from the depths of the cavern.
If those deford beasts were ugly and twisted,
this Giant, standing five or six ters tall, was the epito of grotesque distortion.
Its lumpy, misshapen head bore incongruent facial features; its nose was snout-like, turning up to reveal two black holes that jostled for space with two uneven eyes, one as large as an adult’s head and the other the size of a human fist.
In those eyes, especially the larger one, shimred a malevolent light, tangible and ever-changing in unnatural colors, brimming with evil intent and hatred about to spill forth.
The limbs were uneven in both size and shape.
The left leg resembled that of a human, while the right leg had the reverse-jointed appearance of a demon’s leg, making one leg taller than the other and affecting the walking gait, causing an uneven stride.
One arm was thick, the other thin.
The thin one was small and short, curved in front of the body, akin to a Tyrannosaurus Rex’s tiny forelimbs.
The thick arm extended beyond the knees, its girth even surpassing the thighs, laden with bulging muscles and harboring a terrifying strength.
In isolation, this arm was perfectly shaped and contoured, sothing every Giant would covet; however, when viewed as part of the whole, this beauty only emphasized the overall ugliness and disharmony.
Clutched in the hand of the massive arm was what could loosely be called a club, but was more accurately a giant tree trunk, itself twisted and distorted with several interlocked branches, spiked with barbs.
The Foul Giant.
This distorted army was unmistakably led by a Foul Giant.
Life Dice: 188 (13d12 104)
Alignnt: Chaotic Evil
Size: Colossal
Attributes: Strength 23, Dexterity 10, Constitution 22, Intelligence 9, Perception 14, Charisma 5
Gaven, using his Dragon’s Sight Glasses, read the creature’s data imdiately.
Even though it was of Colossal size, the oppressive feeling the Foul Giant evoked was far greater than the Corruption Twilight Guardian and even exceeded that of the Carrier Bug.
After all, the latter two were mainly lengthier, whereas the Foul Giant was taller, standing higher than two stacked houses and more than three tis Gaven’s height.
Gaven had to tilt his head back to see it properly.
This was despite the Giant’s deformities, which made it shorter than it otherwise would have been.
As Gaven stealthily gathered data on the Giant, the Foul Giant felt it imdiately and glared back in return.
When that giant eye landed on him, Gaven felt the hair on his body stand on end; a chilling terror surged to his heart, an uncontrollable itching as if sothing was about to crawl out of his body.
The Evil Eye Curse.
This was the most famous and terrifying ability of the Foul Giants.
Once targeted by its evil eye, the body would mutate and deform, becoming as hideous as the Foul Giants themselves, and eventually turned into their controlled servants.
The deford creatures surrounding it were the victims of this ability.
“Susie!” Gaven shouted.
“Foul Giant, pitfall!
Falling rocks!”
Susie responded, and the pitfall trap instantly took shape.
Although she was not the highest in professional level in the team, her strength was the most formidable, especially when she could harness the power of the Dragon Scale Oak.
The Foul Giant, already lacking in coordination, focused intently on unleashing the Evil Eye Curse, completely unprepared for a gaping pit suddenly appearing beneath its feet.
With a loud crash, it fell straight down.
However, the pitfall that could have left an ordinary person dazed and confused was rely a deep hole to the Foul Giant, with its deford, ugly head still sticking out.
In the mismatched eyes of the Foul Giant, a confused look appeared, montarily at a loss—the spellcasting had been interrupted.
The eerie power enveloping Gaven was slowly dissipating.
But Gaven’s scalp was still tingling, and the itching on his body was slow to subside.
Damn it, this Foul Giant’s evil eye attack was too sinister.
If it weren’t for Susie’s instant pitfall ability, he would have suffered greatly just now.
The thought of nearly turning into sothing as deford and ugly as the opponent made Gaven’s scalp explode.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
anwhile, Susie’s follow-up attack arrived.
Huge rocks, weighing in tons, rained down one after another.
Even for the Foul Giant, the face changed color against such an assault.
Struggling to climb out of the pit, the problem was that the trap ant for ordinary people was too shallow for it, and also too narrow, trapping it firmly, especially its deford thick arm, which was difficult to extricate for a while.
On the other hand, the thin arm had fewer restrictions, barely lifting above the head.
A clear sound of bones breaking, the thin arm twisted and deford on the spot.
However, doing so had so effect, after all, shifting the direction of the falling rocks, not directly hitting the Foul Giant’s head but instead striking the shoulder of the thick arm.
The thin arm was skinny only in comparison with the Foul Giant’s massive physique; relative to humans, it was still robust enough—at least thick as a common person’s waist, with strength still quite considerable.
The issue was, these falling rocks weren’t just one stone—soon, a second and then a third followed.
“Protect !
Kill them!” the Foul Giant bellowed in anger.
At this point, the Foul Giant’s deford servants began to react, with a Deford Terror Claw Beast closest to it launching first, fearlessly eting the second falling rock with its scythe-like curved claw.
Using its flesh and blood body, it forcibly deflected the second rock.
The Foul Giant, enduring the pain of a broken arm, used the twisted broken limb to pull back the Deford Terror Claw Beast that had just made a ritorious defense, placing it on its forehead to hard block the third rock.
Bang!
The Foul Giant was forcibly smashed down by three inches, feeling as if its head had been mashed directly into its stomach.
The Deford Terror Claw Beast used as a shield suffered even more, directly squished into a pulp between the giant rock and the Foul Giant’s hideous head, and a huge hook claw was pressed forcefully into the Foul Giant’s forehead.
Dark blood spurted out, emitting a strong foul stench.
After the triple rock drop, Susie was also spent, becoming extrely weak.
Even using the power of the Dragon Scale Oak had its limits; it still required a portion of her ntal strength.
Together with the four traps she had just set, Susie had already consecutively cast six 3rd-ring magic traps, an impressive feat for her professional level.
Although Susie was unable to initiate a new attack, the control over the pitfall trap didn’t stop; earth elents from all around squeezed in, holding the Foul Giant firmly in place.
Hou!
Ao!
Zhi!
The other deford monstrosities, upon receiving the Foul Giant’s attack signal, charged forward, howling.
But the sides of the cavern were filled with entanglent spells, set by Atwood leading the Pikespirit Druids.
During the charge, it was difficult to move an inch.
Only seven or eight deford Pikespirits, unaffected, flapped their wings and rushed over.
On these deford Pikespirits, one could not see any beauty anymore; their delicate wings had turned dark and tattered, and it was a miracle they could fly at all.
Owning mismatched eyes, incoherent bodies, with eyes devoid of the usual joy and kindness, filled only with intense hatred.
This hatred, particularly evident upon seeing Atwood leading the Pikespirits, burst forth unabashedly.
With a piercing voice, they cried, “Beautiful things must die, must be destroyed; either join us or die.”
Gaven instinctively thrust his longspear at the closest deford Pikespirit.
“Don’t kill them, try to capture them alive,” Atwood shouted a reminder.
“The deformity curse can be lifted.”
Hearing this, Gaven tilted his spear from aiming at the body to aiming at the wings.
The butterfly wing that got hit was imdiately punctured through.
Gaven held back, but the deford Pikespirit showed no rcy.
The tiny bow in its hands instantly turned, and a flurry of shots rained on Gaven.
Gaven paid them no mind, allowing the tiny arrows to deflect off him, and commanded loudly, “Explode, retreat, retreat, everyone back away from here.”
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