Abyss Summoner

Chapter 350 - 341: Vassal Slaves

The sky was ablaze.

The faces of the Cat Race were filled with despair; from the moment the enemies stormed the camp, death shadowed them. In truth, they did not know where to escape, as enemy silhouettes were everywhere.

A pack of Kobolds.

They wielded Steel Sabers or some enormous weapons, slaughtering wantonly, and every ugly face was filled with madness.

For the Cat Race, no one could stop this atrocity.

Amidst the firelight, a Kobold first chopped down an old man, then grabbed a young girl and threw her to the ground. Their eyes shone with a fearful red glow, resembling beasts, driven only by the urge for slaughter and blood.

The ground was littered with corpses, limbs and blood everywhere. The massacre continued like some extreme ritual, and everyone had become sacrifices for this evil prayer.

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Past events were vivid in their minds; it was for this reason they chose to pick up their weapons and inflict the same pain on the enemies.

"Fire."

For most of the Cat Race, they didn’t even understand how a ’gun’ worked, but this didn’t affect their ability to use it.

The time for counterattack had arrived.

With Flora’s command, all the Cat Race pressed the triggers in their hands. Immediately after, came the continuous roar of gunfire, as blood flowers bloomed among the enemies. In just a moment, at least forty Kobolds lay in pools of blood, and countless more were hit.

"Continue!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A barrage of gunfire rang out until everyone had exhausted their bullets. Before them, not a single Kobold was left standing.

The majority of the Kobolds lay dead on the ground, and some avoided fatal hits but were still shot and started wailing on the ground.

Usually ferocious creatures, at this moment, they were like wolves with broken spines, their whimpers echoing in the air, clearly a plea for help.

However...

No matter how they wailed, no comrades appeared again in the camp.

Everything was too bizarre.

The Kobolds in the camp were dumbfounded; at this point, they hadn’t even seen the enemies’ faces, and the elite of their tribe lay on the ground. Undoubtedly, the opponents’ power was beyond their imagination.

The remaining Kobolds trembled; they had a primal fear of the strong.

Flora emerged from the grass, followed by one, ten, twenty Cat Race members, walking towards the Kobolds’ camp.

"Pfft!"

Passing by a Kobold, Flora, without mercy, kicked it in the chest. It had already been shot in the stomach, writhing in pain, and now faced with a peak-level warrior, it couldn’t evade and rolled to the ground, lifeless.

The finishing began.

Looking at the opponents who had brought endless nightmares to their tribe, lying on the ground, the Cat Race breathed heavily. Someone, whose identity was unclear, first sliced an enemy’s throat with a blade, and quickly this slaughter spread. In just a few minutes, the Kobolds still gasping on the ground were all slashed to death.

Flora walked to the lower part of the camp.

A wolf pup was watching her; it was about eighty centimeters tall, clearly not yet an adult. Its small stature had helped it avoid gunshots, perhaps due to family killed in the gunfire, or it hadn’t yet learned to fear. The pup glared fiercely at Flora, occasionally making threatening growls.

Blood splattered.

Flora wasn’t a kind-hearted person. She lifted the pup and then slammed it headfirst onto the ground. In an instant, like a shattered watermelon, it died on the ground.

She needed the Kobolds in the camp to completely lose their wits to possibly take over the camp fully.

A scar-faced Kobold stood above. Seeing the pup killed by Flora, it let out an angry roar, its rage not just for the slaughter of its kin but more for an instinctual fear.

The Kobold leader roared, seemingly making some decision, letting out a hoarse call from deep in its throat.

More like a summoning than a battle cry.

Not long after.

A huge and terrifying shadow suddenly burst from the ground. Its barbed body resembled thorns, and it was holding a Kobold in its mouth.

The Kobold was already dead, entangled by the creature, bleeding profusely, and its neck broken. Flora frowned and looked closely, seeing a pitch-black monster she’d never seen before staring at her, its eyes emitting a blood-like ferocity.

The creature was as thick as a barrel, resembling a python yet entirely black with spines, exuding an overwhelming stench. Its body protruding from the desert was already four meters long, and it was still partially buried in the desert. Its full length was unknown!

The Abyss is dangerous.

In such an environment, some tribes, to increase their chances of survival, would even serve powerful beings hoping these beings would protect them.

This is a Dark Demon Python.

Corroded by the Abyss, this serpent has mutated—its massive size, abundant vitality, long life, rich experience, and unique secret skills make it infinitely stronger than humans of the same rank. Humans, without using weapons and even in combined forces, stand little chance against savage beasts of equal level!

Undoubtedly.

The Kobolds used food to please it and then summoned it back when needed at the camp.

This was a mutually beneficial relationship.

However, this summoning came at a price, as several Kobolds were mercilessly devoured by the serpent, completely devoid of emotion.

Looking at the serpent’s huge and fierce body, Flora had no doubt about its appetite and capacity.

The Dark Demon Python glanced at Flora, flicking its head to toss the Kobold’s corpse to the ground. Since it had discovered tastier prey, why bother consuming such rancid meat!

Most Demon Pythons possess poisons that destroy blood tissues, which destructively attack blood platelets, preventing blood coagulation, causing severe internal bleeding, and ultimately leading to blood vessels bursting due to blood flow obstruction!

This was clearly the Kobold leader’s confidence—despite sacrificing several kin’s lives, it was a necessary action. As long as they could kill the enemy, let the opponent eat to their fill.

Flora cast a glance at the Dark Demon Python, then forcefully charged beside it and landed a punch on its body.

Scales shattered and blood splattered.

The Dark Demon Python’s eyes widened, its pupils filled with astonishment and shock!

It had never imagined Flora could severely injure it...

Flora was a Master of Fist skilled in combat. Unlike the opponent’s boastful and intimidating tactics, Flora preferred solving problems in her own way.

She stared at the groaning, shrieking Dark Demon Python lying on the ground, took a step onto its body, and raised her fist to continue pounding the opponent.

"Swish, swish!"

An indescribable dull piercing echoed to the sky, the scales on the Dark Demon Python’s spine splitting under the punch, its flesh and skin torn with blood spewing—a massive wound seemingly penetrating through appeared faintly!

"Hiss, hiss..."

The Dark Demon Python was exceedingly furious, never expecting the frail human to ignore its protective energy, nor anticipating such terrifying power from the opponent.

It was caught off guard.

A sense of danger permeated the air. Flora sensed this crisis, arched back abruptly, narrowly dodging the strike from the Dark Demon Python’s tail that swept past her previous position!

It was extremely close!

But the attack was not over.

The Dark Demon Python, witness to its failure, swept its tail again towards Flora with immense force. Flora, incredibly nimble, ducked low to evade, then leapt suddenly like a Ghost appearing before the Dark Demon Python, slashing her right hand to swing sharp claws.

In the next moment, half of the serpent’s tail was torn apart.

"Hiss, hiss..."

The tail torn, the Dark Demon Python writhed in unbearable pain, desperately struggling. Despite its terrifying power, it was treated like a toy, manipulated at will.

Opening its massive mouth, the Dark Demon Python brewed for a second and then spewed a large cloud of black air, the pungent smell incredibly potent—even though Flora quickly evaded, she felt a twinge of fear.

Toxic Poison.

This mist was infused with strong paralysis poison. If struck, not just the body, even willpower would turn sluggish.

Flora was remarkably agile, while the Dark Demon Python was already exhausted. Hitting Flora under these circumstances was clearly a pipe dream.

At this moment.

Flora raised her fist, and at the tip of her fist, an energy full of death emerged!

Rotating beams of energy exploded layer upon layer in the air, resembling blooming chrysanthemums in the sky. The space they traveled through was akin to boiling water, swirling more intensely, accumulating thickness—at the peak, that energy reached its explosive threshold.

"Whoosh!"

The piercing fist suddenly slammed into the Dark Demon Python’s mouth, unleashing a vast chaos of pure martial force, unrelentingly wreaking havoc on the serpent’s body, killing it almost instantly. It fell miserably at the camp’s entrance.

The Kobolds were stunned—Flora’s display undeniably terrified them, and under such momentum, several Kobolds even turned to flee. No one knew where they could hide, but whatever it took, staying far from her was crucial.

Flora observed everything, took two High-Explosive Grenades handed over by one of her kin, threw them forcefully, breaching the wooden gate—it exposed the Kobolds in front of everyone.

"Attack!"

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Some moments later.

After the Kobolds suffered two hundred casualties and their worshipped being was slain, they chose to surrender—signaling that the Cat Race now had its first dependent slaves in the Abyss!

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