Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

The two Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry at the very front couldn't stop in time, fell directly into the slippery substance, and together with the Ferocious Wolves, they turned into tumbling gourds. The two Hobgoblins were thrown seven or eight meters, dazed and confused, unable to get up for a moment.

When a few others realized they couldn't turn in time, they forcefully nudged the Ferocious Wolves, attempting to leap over the substance with all their might.

Even with the heavy Hobgoblins on their backs, the Ferocious Wolves were able to jump six or seven meters with ease, thanks to their long legs and tall shoulders.

But they had forgotten that among the Nort Knight Cavalry were two spellcasters. Just as they leaped, a thick spider web with a diameter of over ten meters appeared out of thin air and eerily positioned itself mid-air, the four Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry that had jumped over the Grease Spell, every single one of them, landed headfirst into the spider web.

No, wait!

One of them had an unexpected reaction, the Hobgoblin Warlord, whose longsword suddenly caught fire, emitting scorching flames. He hacked heavily at the web in front of him, cutting a large hole just big enough for him and his mount, the Giant Dire Wolf, to squeeze through.

For the Hobgoblins and Ferocious Wolves caught in the spider web and Grease Spell, the actions of the Hobgoblin Warlord were disastrous.

Both the spider web and the Grease Spell consisted of a flammable, greasy substance.

One second before, the spider web was merely spreading the flames rapidly.

The next second, as sparks reached the grease on the ground, a secondary explosion occurred, igniting the entire web, including those struggling Hobgoblins and Ferocious Wolves, turning them into flaming figures and wolves, rolling around on the ground while howling madly as the smell of roasting meat emanated from them.

In such a scene at this time, no one felt the urge to eat; all they felt was a chilling horror.

The destructive power of the Fireball Technique was indeed strong, but its force was so great it gave the victims no chance to react, with most instantly reduced to charred fragments.

The scene before their eyes, on the other hand, had even more visual and auditory impact, jarring people's nerves even more.

The Hobgoblin Soldiers, who were clinging on with their last bit of will, completely collapsed at this moment, scattering in all directions in a mad rush to escape.

Their pitiful and panicked retreat was not much better than that of the small, slaughtered Goblins they had butchered before.

The raging flames severely hindered Gaven and Zalanda's pursuit of the Hobgoblin Warlord.

Seeing the Giant Dire Wolf about to carry the Hobgoblin Warlord out of sight with a few bounds, Gaven became anxious. The debt from his previous life had not yet been settled. How could he let him escape just like that!

His deep blue eyes shimmered with a tangible light, turning a decade of seething hatred from his enslavement into the most tangible force that exploded inside the head of the Giant Dire Wolf beneath the Hobgoblin Warlord's crotch!

Spurt! Spurt!

Two streams of blood sprayed from Gaven's nose. He only felt his head buzzing, as if a firecracker had exploded inside.

Psychic Blast!

He had just successfully employed the Psychic Power that Zhang You the Second had experimented with at the cost of his own life.

However, the berserk force of this power clearly exceeded what Gaven's current body could handle, resulting in severe psychic backlash.

But now in Felen, he had access to miraculous magic healing methods. The grogginess in his head didn't stop his body's instinctive response, as he familiarly took out a small steel flask from his combat potion belt and poured the entire contents of the Yin Hong potion into his mouth.

As for the Giant Dire Wolf, the targeted victim, the situation was even more terrifying. Not only was blood spraying from its nose, but blood was also flowing from its eyes and ears.

If Gaven's head had a firecracker inside it, then the Dire Wolf's head was stuffed with a two-stage firework, its brain a mushy mess. Its front legs gave way, carrying the Hobgoblin Warlord down to the ground with it.

The Hobgoblin Warlord had become the leader of a powerful Hobgoblin warrior group not by chance, but due to his immense personal strength. Facing this sudden turn of events, he kept his composure. With a quick push of his hands, he was able to dismount before the Giant Dire Wolf hit the ground.

Boom!

The next second, a deafening explosion rang out right beside the ears of the Hobgoblin Warlord.

The body instinct of the Transcendent Warrior, faster than the Hobgoblin Warlord's brain reaction speed, darted to the side.

Zalanda, who followed closely behind, witnessed an incredibly eerie scene.

Gaven had just fired the Gnome Fire Trench aiming at the empty space beside him.

But in the next instant, the Hobgoblin Warlord voluntarily moved his steps, running right into the line of fire of the Gnome Fire Trench.

It was as if the Hobgoblin Warlord had a death wish, deliberately rushing forward to be sprayed in the face by the iron pellets shot from the Gnome Fire Trench.

The scene, which looked highly fantastical, wasn't so incredible once the secret was unveiled.

It was a small trick mastered by high-level Professionals, especially powerful warriors.

Once the professional template is activated, the body will resonate with magic power, gaining numerous advantages such as faster Divine Arts, quicker use of magic potions, activation of professional upgrades, digitization of body awareness data for live monitoring and enhancement, skill reinforcement through magic resonance, enhancement of Attributes, and enhancement of special abilities, among others.

However, there are minor side effects, one being that magic power itself is inanimate and can be deceived by a conscious mind.

Gaven had just capitalized on this fact. He bet that the Hobgoblin Chieftain had an Evasion specialty, enhancing the sensitivity of his magic power to protect himself. He made a feint with his long spear to trigger the chieftain's passive specialty, then predicting his evasion location, he fired again.

There was a lot of guessing involved, especially predicting the location, with only a fifty percent success rate.

Today, Lady Luck Tymora was on Gaven's side.

The unreliability of those dwarfs was truly notorious.

The evaluation in Gaven's heart consisted more of joy than of mockery.

This Gnome Fire Trench did not take recoil into account at all, single-mindedly pursuing a larger charge and ammo capacity.

The massive explosion of alchemical gunpowder and the resulting powerful recoil had numbed his entire left side, and the previously injured area on his left arm had broken once again.

If the recoil was so terrifying, one could imagine how powerful the propulsion was— the face of the Hobgoblin Warlord was proof.

Wrought with holes big and small, no fewer than ten, the most tragic being his eyes, which had been blown up on the spot—one flew away, its whereabouts unknown, while the other hung out of its socket, dangling, creating a scene as grisly as it was horrific.

All present were veterans of numerous battles, and none of them found the sight before them even slightly disconcerting.

Hou!

The Hobgoblin Warlord let out an angry berserk roar, as the half-sword again flickered with scorching flames, madly waving in the air.

He knew he wouldn't escape today.

Even in death, he would not submit without a fight; he planned to take the sneaky thief who had ambushed him down with him.

Unfortunately for him, Gaven was far more self-aware than he could imagine, and the gap in strength between them was too vast. The opponent, a solidly tenth-level Transcendent Warrior, would send him straight to his demise with a true strike.

From the beginning, Gaven only intended to delay the Hobgoblin Warlord's escape, striking and then withdrawing immediately.

Blinding his opponent was a pure and unexpected delight.

"Thinking of healing with a potion? Think again!" Zalanda shouted angrily as his long spear turned into a throwing spear, cast forth.

The Hobgoblin Warlord, who was about to drink a healing potion, had to pause his action and adopted a defensive stance. Relying on his keen intuition, he managed to parry the thrown spear.

In that moment of delay, Zalanda arrived, his one-handed sword carrying the momentum of his charging horse, slashing down fiercely.