Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 778 - 669 This Road is Blocked

Crackle...

The Iroquois were located in the largest settlement on the north shore of Lake Huron, where the continuous wooden longhouses had been successively set ablaze, and the towering flames had tinted the entire northern shore of the lake red.

The remaining warriors and shamans in the tribe were still fighting desperately, while the elderly, women, and children huddled in the back, trembling. Such an invasion right to their doorstep was something most of them had never experienced or even imagined in their lifetime.

"Help!"

"Great ’Fierce Tiger Spirit’ Uwakala! Save us!"

"..."

The battle had reached its final stage.

As the encirclement of the Iroquois warriors tightened, many allied warriors had already rushed to the rear, starting the slaughter of the elders and half-grown boys.

No one would spare extra sympathy for them. Such mutual slaughter among the Atrean people had persisted for countless years. By tradition, women and young children would be integrated into the new tribe, while all male members would be killed without exception.

As one of the largest tribes in the northern New Continent, the Iroquois had been even more ruthless when conquering other smaller tribes over the years. The leaders of the various tribes in the alliance knew well that if they fail to kill the snake this time, the Iroquois would soon turn into a man-eating fierce tiger, exacting a painful price from them.

Thus, these people fought with a viciousness surpassing even the Hurons, their age-old enemies.

On the core battlefield.

Whoosh—

A beautiful girl, as agile as a leopardess, dodged an especially heavy "Makawit," swiftly moving into the embrace of a young yet extremely robust "Fierce Tiger Totem Warrior."

Just as the other party grinned viciously, ready to grab and strangle this stunning beauty.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Apsuya fired three shots at close range, all blasting into his chest and abdomen. Even the extremely resilient body of a Tier 2 Peak Totem Warrior couldn’t withstand the close-range burst of [Black Steel], nor was there the slightest chance to evade.

When he fell to the ground with wide-open eyes, he had already turned into a pile of crushed flesh!

Seeing this scene, the remaining Iroquois were already wailing in grief.

For this was the most outstanding young man of the next Iroquois generation, the son of the current chieftain, and the predetermined next chieftain and future of the tribe.

"Hahaha, well done, Suya!"

The Huron chief Hakaruto, having transformed into a giant bear, laughed heartily as he firmly blocked the path of a red giant tiger that had already gone nearly mad. From the moment his heir killed the opponent’s heir, the fate of the two tribes was sealed.

The terrestrial battlefield was in a favorable situation, and the skies were no different.

Rumble...

Up there, it wasn’t just the battleground of the "Spirit of the Giant Bear" Gleam and the "Fierce Tiger Spirit" Uwakala, but also included totem gods from a number of smaller tribes. Those who could participate as support in a Tier 4 great battle were, at the very least, outstanding among the Tier 3 totem gods.

Gray wolves, giant pythons, horned eagles, crocodiles... Among them, there was even a human figure with antlers on his forehead, likely this chieftain from the "Sioux," who had long been the host body of the "Reindeer God" Taridas.

The "Sioux" was the second largest force next to the Hurons in the alliance. Although the "Reindeer God" Taridas was merely a Tier 3 totem god, with the joint worship from the Dakota, Nakota, and Lakota clans under his command, he was making significant strides toward becoming a Tier 4 totem god.

It was a classic scene unfolding, with a pack of wolves led by a giant bear besieging a fierce tiger.

"Huff..."

Upon reaching the strength level of a Tier 4 totem god, they had already shed the limitations of spirit bodies. They no longer needed to possess human bodies, and had long obtained powerful, energy-based bodies most compatible with their paths.

The "Fierce Tiger Spirit" Uwakala manifested as a giant over three meters tall, with tiger stripes on his cheeks.

However, his condition was far from good at this point, breathing heavily and covered with numerous small wounds too late to heal.

Particularly noticing the heavy casualties among his people below, he couldn’t help but repeatedly glance towards the east, uttering coldly:

"Are you really going to exterminate us today??"

In the past, it was nearly unimaginable for the deeply conflicted Aboriginal tribes to form an alliance. But facing the "Spirit Tide" today, the heavy survival pressure on the tribes had indeed brought them together.

Before truly becoming high-rank totem gods, capable of spreading their faith throughout the New Continent, most totems and the tribes that worshipped them shared a fate of glory and ruin together.

The "Spiritual Origin Overflow" was obviously beneficial to these totem gods themselves.

But their position was somewhat middling, with minor overflows of no use to them, while major overflows had long been eyed by the interest groups united under high-rank totem gods.

Ultimately, it merely spawned wave after wave of troublesome evil spirits, greedily eyeing the tribes they nurtured.

Thus.

Overall, the "Spirit Tide" was more harmful than beneficial to these totem gods with the burden of their tribes. Of course, if the high-rank totem gods were willing to let them participate, it would naturally be welcomed.

Without answering the other party’s ridiculous question, Gleam, even larger than the opponent, simply raised the saw sword in his hand and said calmly, "The foundation of faith has been severed, you’re already defeated! If you don’t flee now, then stay!"

The general attack began during the dead of night, and now it was dawn; it was time to wrap everything up.

However, just as the "Spirit of the Giant Bear" surged with golden-yellow glory all over, raising his weapon to lead the charge against the "Fierce Tiger Spirit,"

Squawk—!

A piercing crow cry suddenly rang across the battlefield.

The almost defeated Uwakala instantly showed a relieved expression, while the charging Gleam’s face changed drastically.

Moreover, he never expected the following attack to come so quickly! So urgently!

A streak of black light suddenly emerged from the slightly brightening eastern horizon, arriving in a flash. Even though the earthen-yellow divine light on Gleam’s body burst out violently, it only blocked it for a breath before shattering with a bang.

Screech!

It pierced his body like a steel needle, but it was not just a "needle" in simplicity.

[Authority: Plague]

"Ah—! Ye He’er! Uwakala has actually defected to your command??"

Amidst the continuous human-bear-like wails, the skin surface of the nearly four-meter tall "Spirit of the Giant Bear" began to develop large, terrifying cysts, one stacked on another, almost each the size of a baby’s head.

They then began to burst one after another, with each burst his towering body shrank a bit, and the aura diminished by a notch, as if being drained of strength by some unknown bacteria.

Gleam quickly realized this was not a solution, braced his heart.

Bang—

The body suddenly exploded.

Like cutting away part of a moldy rotten apple, the fleeing Gleam transformed into a flowing light and plummeted towards the ground, targeting the Huron Chief, Hakaruto!

Because, in just a few breaths within, suddenly sneak attacked with full force by a high-ranking entity, he had already lost a third of his strength, as well as the ability to turn from void back into reality, and was temporarily knocked down from Tier 4 to Tier 3.

If he still wanted to possess some resistance, he could only... acquire a suitable body!

"Hehe, don’t even think about it!"

With an enchanting purple lip color, dressed like a courtly noblewoman, "Lady Crow" had already arrived at the battlefield airspace, instantly seeing through the "Spirit of the Giant Bear’s" intent.

With a light smile, she reached with a long-gloved hand towards the air, blowing fiercely towards the battlefield below.

Woo—

The chilling death aura had already begun to sound elegies, rushing madly towards Hakaruto; she wanted to kill the vessel he had nurtured before the "Spirit of the Giant Bear" could succeed!

Faced with dual killing intent, the Huron Chief who had become the focus on the battlefield below suddenly stiffened.

On the New Continent where the ceremony of "Godslaying Banquet" commonly exists, the relationship between aboriginals and gods is complex.

At least, neither the former Manguenke towards the "Great Sea Shark" Oveg, nor the present Hakaruto towards the "Spirit of the Giant Bear" Gleam, showed any willingness to offer their own bodies to the gods.

People are selfish, perhaps the tribes that depend on belief would be cared for, but what about their wives and children? Entrust them to the gods as well?

With wolves in front and tigers behind, no matter how unwilling, the powerless Hakaruto could only face the gods’ verdict with a face full of despair.

"No—!"

However, from nearby, Apsuya had already rushed recklessly towards her father.

But her speed was fast, there was someone whose speed was even faster.

Two silver rune arrays suddenly unfolded beneath Apsuya and Hakaruto’s feet, then instantly swallowed them.

Boom!

Both Gleam, who was preparing to take over the body, and "Lady Crow", who was about to destroy it, missed their target.

[Solidification: Space Jumpboard]

But the sudden intervention also completely exposed Milan, who had been staying out of the matter.

In the blink of an eye, unexpected changes occurred, and the battlefield instantly quieted down.

Lowering their weapons slowly, everyone turned their gazes towards a low hill on the periphery, where the father and daughter, still shaken from near-death experience, had appeared beside Milan.

"Milan!"

"Don’t worry, I’m here!"

Rarely getting the chance to play the hero, Milan shielded Apsuya behind him, stepping forward to stand against the imposing "Lady Crow" who had just suppressed the entire battlefield by herself.

Yet, even as a Tier 2 Official Wizard skilled in spatial witchcraft, in the eyes of "Lady Crow", a high-rank Totem God, he held no deterrent power.

Milan saw Ye He’er raise his right hand high once more.

Woo woo woo...

A few black snowflakes had already emerged from the sky. They were lethal spores, enough to take away everyone present in one wave with [Authority: Black Snow].

The overwhelming sense of crisis made everyone in the battlefield feel their scalps tingling.

The heroic expression on Milan’s face instantly collapsed, feeling his calves twitching uncontrollably, and he involuntarily gripped Apsuya’s hand tightly.

Already contemplating whether to abandon the main force and flee? Flee? Or flee?

Just as the corrupting odor steadily filled the nasal air, with some members of the allied forces couldn’t help but retreat quietly.

Bang!

Emerald color shimmered as a water fortress-like giant object suddenly leapt out from the thin air at nearby Lake Huron.

Although the [Mind Network] was temporarily absent, feeling the danger earlier, Milan couldn’t directly use remote communication to contact Aiven, but using "Spirit Realm Messenger" worked just as well.

After activating [Legendary Battleship Skill: Dream Cruise], this continent posed no barrier to Aiven at all.

Swish—

Cloak fluttering, a tall figure clad in a General’s uniform appeared solid and reliable in front of Milan.

After confirming Milan and Apsuya were alright, Aiven looked up, staring at the awe-inspiring "Lady Crow" opposite, and spoke softly:

"Madam, this path is blocked!"