Chapter 418 - Powerful Smog

Huang Shengjun woke to a deafening commotion. Although darkness cloaked the camp, he rushed to the window of his wooden hut and saw a massive bone giant tearing through the encampment. At the same time, he sensed numerous strands of faith snapping between him and his goblins. They were dying fast!

“Damn it,” he muttered, frustration burning through his shock. “To think you could still use your skeleton legion tactic even though you are a clone. Han Wu, is your core race the locusts or the skeletons?”

He knew he had to stop the skeletons immediately. If not, their numbers would swell again, and his side would suffer devastating losses.

Huang Shengjun commanded his lesser golems to move out and fire their Magic Cannons at the bone giant. Meanwhile, he ordered the surviving goblins to destroy their fallen comrades’ corpses to prevent them from being turned into skeletons, then fall back.

The skeletons soon ran short of corpses to claim, and their expansion rate slowed down. One by one, they fell under the bombardment of the lesser golems’ Magic Cannons.

Han Wu understood the situation all too well. Those lesser golems had once belonged to him, and now one of his strongest weapons was turned against him. The irony was unbearable!

Thankfully, he knew their fatal weakness. It lay in their maker, the Transmutation Golem. Destroying it would render every lesser golem useless.

Han Wu was certain that Huang Shengjun didn’t know this. He pressed his skeletons to endure the Magic Cannons’ barrage. At the same time, he sent Akanzor and Bart to infiltrate the camp to rescue Jing Jing and Sun Qingnian. He was convinced that Huang Shengjun hadn’t killed them.

Then he took to the air with Qin Shuang and headed straight for the camp’s heart. He would draw Huang Shengjun’s attention so the two humans could save his friends.

When they finally came face to face, Han Wu and Huang Shengjun didn’t raise their weapons. Instead, the air between them was unexpectedly calm, and they greeted each other like old friends.

“Senior Huang, we will meet again.”

“Junior Han, your Transmutation Golem is very useful. I like it,” Huang Shengjun said with a shameless grin.

“

Oh?

Thank you for the praise. The Transmutation Golem is my treasure. I’m rather heartbroken that you stole it from me.” Han Wu’s tone turned dangerously cold.

Huang Shengjun sneered. “Heartbroken? Then come and take it, if you can.”

“Don’t mind if I do. I won’t allow you to steal it again.”

At this point, they were like water and fire. If Han Wu succeeded in taking it back, there was no chance he would hand it over again.

Huang Shengjun said nothing, but Caesar, standing at his side, was visibly seething. He couldn’t tolerate Han Wu’s insolent tone toward Huang Shengjun.

To Caesar, Huang Shengjun was his god. Any slight against him was a personal insult. He drew the blade from his waist, and flames burst to life along its edge. The air around them grew several degrees hotter as well.

Caesar was not only Huang Shengjun’s loyal subject but also a High Lord life form that could match Han Wu, even when he used his True Demon King Transformation.

“Those who dare disrespect my god will die!” Caesar roared, summoning a blazing meteor to attack Han Wu.

Han Wu’s eyes lit with excitement when he saw the former goblin king use a fire-attribute Skill. The Fire Ring on his finger gleamed a vivid red, glowing with greed. The meteor was a gift!

He lifted his hand, and the Fire Ring absorbed every trace of flame from the descending meteor, converting it into energy. Deprived of its fire, the meteor crumbled midair and caused no harm at all.

Both Huang Shengjun and Caesar froze in shock. Huang Shengjun knew the extent of Caesar’s power. Even if Caesar wasn’t the strongest life form in the Middle Realm, he was still among its few true elites.

How did Han Wu destroy the meteor so easily? Even I can’t do that.

Han Wu’s Fire Ring immediately caught Huang Shengjun’s eye. After absorbing the meteor’s flame, the ruby burned a vivid crimson that was impossible to miss.

Huang Shengjun focused his senses and immediately sensed something extraordinary about the ring. He then exclaimed, “Wait! Could that be a Magic Ring? It must be!”

Excitement coursed through him. The Magic Rings were the very reason he had come to the Middle Realm. He would trade anything for even one.

Fixing his greedy gaze on the Fire Ring, he said, “Junior Han, give me that Magic Ring, and I’ll withdraw from this game at once. I’ll hand you everything I own right now. With my resources, you could rule the entire Middle Realm. What do you say?”

Han Wu chuckled. “No.”

“Han Wu, don’t be cocky,” Huang Shengjun snapped. “I command tens of millions of goblins and the Transmutation Golem itself. What can you possibly do against that?”

Despite his bravado, Huang Shengjun remained cautious. He feared that Han Wu would quit the game and take the Magic Ring with him, leaving Huang Shengjun empty-handed.

Han Wu had no such plan. The Fire Ring was priceless, but he knew that another Magic Ring was hidden within the Transmutation Golem’s core. He had no intention of giving that up either.

“Good question. I will show you my true strength then,” Han Wu declared.

He pulled a short flute from his pocket. It was the Dragon Flute, a gift from Smog. All he had to do was to blow it, and Smog would appear beside him no matter where he was.

When the final note faded, the space behind Han Wu split apart, and Smog burst through the rift with a roar.

Though only a few days had passed, Huang Shengjun could tell that Smog was at least 20% stronger since their last encounter. The improvement came from Han Wu’s Radiant Ingots, which proved to be the dragon’s ideal source of nourishment.

After growing stronger, Smog had been thinking about how to repay Han Wu. He decided to handle the threat himself. The instant he appeared, he released his dragonic pressure.

It wasn’t an attack, but it served as a powerful deterrent. When the roaring gold dragon emerged, panic swept through the goblins. Most collapsed in terror, and the few that remained conscious were so stunned by Smog’s presence that they convulsed and wet themselves.

Huang Shengjun realized his predicament the moment Smog appeared. He couldn’t defeat them with Caesar alone and had no choice but to summon the Transmutation Golem.

The fifty-meter-tall golem appeared before Smog and Han Wu. Huang Shengjun leapt into the cockpit and activated both the Light Blade and Magic Cannon.

“Han Wu, even with the gold dragon by your side, you’ll never defeat me! The Transmutation Golem is invincible!” Huang Shengjun boasted.

Smog scoffed at his arrogance. “Invincible? Are you sure about that?”

With a powerful beat of his wings, he lunged forward and drove his claws into the Transmutation Golem. Its reinforced shell shredded like paper under their force.

Huang Shengjun swung the Light Blade and fired the Magic Cannon at Smog in desperation, but both attacks merely bounced harmlessly off Smog’s scales. He could only watch as Smog ripped the Transmutation Golem’s core and tossed it toward Han Wu as if discarding a piece of junk.

“There’s the core you wanted,” Smog said, his tone brimming with pride.

Han Wu froze as the core rolled to his feet. He hadn’t expected Smog to deal with the Transmutation Golem so easily. It had happened too fast!

“Wait, that’s not what I meant. Who told you to tear it apart? I still needed the Transmutation Golem!” he cried.

No sooner had he spoken than the coreless golem exploded. Every lesser golem froze mid-movement before collapsing into useless heaps of metal.

Huang Shengjun dragged himself out of the Transmutation Golem’s wreckage, staring in disbelief. He was finished!