Demon Taming: Start by synthesizing a Lantern Ghost with Divine and Demonic Talents

Chapter 44: This is War
As night fell, the forest was completely silent.

In one corner of the forest, a winding river flows through the woods, and on one side of the river's slope, a large area of ​​forest has been completely cleared.

A medium-sized orc tribe rose up on the hillside.

If the Wood Elf people prefer to live in the trees, the Orcs prefer to build their bunkers underground. Dune castles, constructed from vast amounts of wood and stone, flourish everywhere in open spaces.

Watchtowers and arrow towers covered in thorns are a common sight.

The orc soldiers' construction efficiency is astonishing. From the time the orcs invaded the city until now, it has only taken three short days to build such a large orc camp.

These engineers were shorter than the orc warriors and less aggressive in appearance; their green skin actually made them look rather憨憨 (simple and honest). They were always with their tools in hand, constantly chopping, gathering, transporting, building, and repairing, seemingly never able to stop for a moment.

They are hardworking and don't ask for wages; they are fed every day. If the factories in the mortal realm had such a group of tireless beastmen soldiers working for them, the boss could marry a new wife every year.

The orcs' strategy was quite simple: conquer territory, then steadily build up their base. The dense array of arrow towers surrounding the tribe was the best proof of this. The menacing wooden spiked barricades also gave the orc tribe a sense of security.

But tonight, many lantern ghosts have appeared out of nowhere, sneaking into the night with the wind and drifting into countless homes.

Orc warriors 800+, troll headhunters 500+.

There are also Tier 2 Rogues, Shamans, Orc Witch Doctors, Wolf Rider Centurions, and so on.

Without a doubt, this is a large force. If they are allowed to deploy at full strength, the survival space for the Wood Elf survivors will shrink further as time goes on. The task of surviving for seven days will become increasingly difficult.

Troll Headhunters are a branch of orcish trolls, most of whom possess advanced Tier 1 strength. Their main weapons are bows and javelins, and they excel at dual-fire, rapid-fire, and long-range throwing.

These cunning trolls were born to hunt, track, and trap the most dangerous beasts in the wild. In times of war, troll headhunters did not hesitate to take up their bows and spears to fight for the orc army.

Second-tier stalkers always like to wear masks, carry large axes, and have small throwing axes tucked into their waistbands. They walk with a swaying gait, seemingly harmless, but in reality, they are the most cold-blooded assassins in the darkness.

Li Chunfeng was quietly gathering information about his opponents.

Before they knew it, the lantern ghosts could be seen in every corner of the camp and in the treetops.

The sheer number of lantern ghosts finally alerted the tribal shaman, who gave a series of commands, and the tribe immediately dispatched an archer squad to fire at the lantern ghosts in the air, seemingly intending to wipe them all out.

The next moment, the lantern demons launched the first attack. Fireballs rained down from the sky, and more lantern demons flew out from all directions, surging towards the orc camp like a tide, precisely surrounding every building.

The camp was thrown into chaos instantly.

Arrow towers, watchtowers, and underground stone fortresses were all engulfed in flames.

The intense barrage of fireballs filled the camp with screams of agony.

One orc after another perished under the attack of the Soul Fireball.

The instigator, however, remained calmly hidden in the back, watching expressionlessly while muttering to himself, "This is the correct way to undergo tribulation!"

Perhaps individual orcs possess considerable strength, especially rogues, shamans, orc witch doctors, and wolf rider centurions, who can all hold their own in an orc camp.

Each of the lantern ghost clones was utterly helpless against them, destined to become cannon fodder.

But now it's war.

When tens of thousands of lantern ghost clones, each at the second tier of power, launch a suicide attack, the consequences are terrifying.

Li Chunfeng gave them no chance to form a battle formation, maximizing the power of human wave tactics.

Amidst the chaos, a sudden cracking sound of bones breaking echoed as ten knights charged into the enemy ranks, wreaking havoc.

The shaman priests were not to be outdone. They immediately organized their elite forces to counterattack. Several priests prayed together, raised their bone staffs to communicate with the spirits of their ancestors in the air, and then cast spells in unison, summoning huge shields made of lightning to defend against the air.

These shields formed a defensive net in the air, briefly holding back the onslaught of soul fireballs and bringing a temporary respite to the orcish tribe.

But this peace did not last long. Before they could organize an effective formation, the lantern ghost in the air transformed into a human figure wearing a black robe and wielding a demon axe.

The powerful impact sent splinters flying and blood splattering throughout the camp.

In an instant, limbs and corpses flew everywhere. The demonic clones were like meat grinders, relentlessly engulfing the wolf riders and stalkers, their onslaught unstoppable. The slaughter continued; with their overwhelming numerical advantage, there was no need to rush. Even after all ten undead servants were dead, Li Chunfeng had no hurry to go down and summon new ones.

The replacement of undead minions is inevitable.

Moreover, with his main opponents now reaching the second tier, the peak first-tier undead servants are gradually falling behind him.

Unless the [Throne of Night] supernatural power can be upgraded by one level in a short period of time.

In his previous life, due to the apocalypse, many spiritual beings were born in nature. Among them were innate spirits that could directly advance one's supernatural powers. By the time Li Chunfeng reached the end of the apocalypse, the rank of the Throne of Night was quite high.

Now, however, he doesn't know how to improve his supernatural powers and can only take it one step at a time.

All he needs to do now is to proceed steadily and surely.

Standing on a tall tree trunk outside the battlefield, beneath a cold, skeletal mask, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

Countless fireflies, like fireflies, flew in from afar and were completely absorbed by him.

The soul fire was quickly refined, and the divine soul that had just been consumed in the small inner realm was quickly replenished. New black lotus buds were also rapidly being born in the Heavenly Pool.

"Roar!"

Just as victory was imminent, a fierce roar came from afar.

A tall figure crossed the river and charged forward at high speed.

With a sudden leap, the towering figure soared dozens of meters into the air, crossing the river and landing on the other side. It was a minotaur with a head and horns, standing five meters tall.

[Tauren Chieftain: Pseudo-Tier 3 Orc Lord. Skills include: Battle Instinct, Rage Slash, Berserk Slash, Whirlwind Slash, Ultimate Leap Slash...]

It turned out that the tribal chief was late to the party. As soon as he appeared, he began to wildly swing an axe, smashing more than a dozen clones with each blow.

Blood-red energy surged around him as he withstood the onslaught of countless fireballs. Relying on his thick skin, towering stature, and ferocious whirlwind slashes, he rampaged through the encirclement.

The surrounding clones kept rushing forward, only to shatter into wisps of green smoke, none of them able to withstand a single blow from it.

Li Chunfeng didn't tolerate it. He climbed down the tree trunk, hid in his clone, and suddenly fired a shot at the Minotaur chieftain.

In the sniper mode of the Soul-Breaking Gun, the minotaur chieftain's defenses were breached, his chest burst open, and flames splattered everywhere.

The minotaur chieftain roared and leaped toward Li Chunfeng, oblivious to everything around him, his giant axe unleashing a chilling wave of power.

Li Chunfeng quickly retreated, firing several shots at the minotaur chieftain. Two streaks of blood shot up, aiming straight for the minotaur's vitals. The minotaur chieftain neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the two magical weapons to carve numerous wounds into its chest, splattering copious amounts of blood.

It seemed to have set its sights on Li Chunfeng, and it attacked him again like a madman.

With a flick of his finger, Li Chunfeng summoned an equally tall silver giant that charged toward the minotaur chieftain.

The first real-world application of the Mind-Body Combat System.

For a time, he fought the Tauren chieftain to a standstill.

However, this was not a fair contest. The mental combat body focused on trapping the enemy, not on defeating them. Its arms transformed into shackles, firmly holding the minotaur chieftain. Taking advantage of the situation, the surrounding clones simultaneously released a series of silver psychic fists, knocking the minotaur chieftain off balance.

A demonic axe suddenly appeared, and a demonic aura as white as ink descended from the sky, instantly breaking through the defenses and severing the giant bull's head.

Pseudo-third order?
Nothing more.

But he wondered if this tribulation might actually produce a true third-tier being.
That's giving him way too much credit!
With doubts in his mind, Li Chunfeng became even more cautious in his subsequent actions. Only after the battlefield had completely subsided did he leisurely enter the tribe to collect the spoils of war.

Then they quickly moved on to the next battlefield.

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(End of this chapter)