The Era of Gods

Chapter 212: The Pierced Underground World

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Jin Sisi pondered for a moment, then shook her head:

“Chu Mo will win.”

She added:

“Although his Supreme Naga is slightly stronger than the Mutated Bearman, the advantage is limited. A head-to-head duel at the same rank is likely to split 30-70, and in the short term, it’s impossible to determine a clear winner. Even if there is a victory, it would be a Pyrrhic one. However, the situation is different now that both sides are fighting with all their might across three battlefields. Since the main forces on both sides are evenly matched and a short-term victory between the Storm Eagle and the Fire Element is also unlikely, the outcome of the secondary battlefields becomes more apparent.” As she pointed her finger towards the battlefield between the Small Fishman and the Minotaur, she said:

“His Small Fishman obviously has undergone mutation, displaying combat strength far exceeding that of a normal Fishman. But it’s still only a mutation, not an evolution, so there’s no way it can defeat Chu Mo’s thirty thousand Minotaurs. In the end, it’s doomed to fail.”

“They can’t hold them back, they really can’t!”

What class teacher Jin Sisi described was exactly what Lin Xiao was seeing. If onlookers could see it, he himself could see it even more clearly.

Although the Small Fishman was very powerful and was supported by a large group of Elements and Mages, it couldn’t withstand the savage onslaught of the Minotaurs due to its individual strength being insufficient.

The absolute disparity in strength—using a low-tier race to stand against a superior race of Beastmen—was indeed an insurmountable challenge.

While the Supreme Naga and the Mutated Bearman were still engaged in a blood bath, and despite having an advantage on the magic-based front with neither side gaining ground due to the opposition’s staunch defense, the Storm Eagle leveraging its aerial superiority to grapple with the remaining Fire Element, the original battlefield endured several hours of carnage with no reinforcements in sight. Finally, the central formation of the Fishmen was breached by the Minotaur’s main force.

Piles of bodies accumulated; it took about five or six Small Fishmen plus a few Elements to fatally wound a fully armed Minotaur.

“I need better weapons and armor, as well as a new regular main force species!” Lin Xiao wasn’t just spectating the entire battle for entertainment—he observed closely from beginning to end how the Small Fishmen fell into disadvantage, even with numerous Elements and the support of Fishmen Magicians and Wise Goblin Mages. But the other side had their unique Orc Shamans, whether among the Rabbits or Minotaurs.

A straightforward confrontation; the four Magic High Towers available for central plane exchange were of no use here.

In terms of core forces, heroes, and Mages, Lin Xiao was not inferior to Senior Chu Mo—in fact, if the battle dragged on a little longer, he might gain an advantage on one or two battlefields.

However, lacking a regular main force, Lin Xiao knew he needed a regular main battle race that lies somewhere between the Small Fishman and the core Supreme Naga, like the Minotaurs.

No matter how much he modulated it, there was only so much potential for growth in a Fishman due to its fundamental nature; they were doomed to be mere servants and cannon fodder.

The Supreme Naga was already an absolute core main force. As he kept modulating it, especially after undergoing another transformation as he planned, it would undoubtedly become even stronger. Then, its reproduction ability would certainly decrease dramatically, making it unsuitable as a regular main force.

Therefore, he needed to modulate a new race that would be between the Small Fishman and the Supreme Naga.

Or rather…

Lin Xiao already had a vague idea in his mind, planning to start once he had accumulated more Creation Energy.

The collapse of the regular battlefield did not affect the other battlefields. Adhering to her intention to test him, Senior Chu Mo’s Minotaurs, after crushing the Small Fishmen, did not proceed to attack and support the other battlefields. Instead, they continued the matching of soldier to soldier, general to general without interfering with the other battlefields, and the battle raged on.

An hour later, at the Mage battlefield, victory was decided. Led by the hero Alemente, a Wise Goblin, the Mage team with a numerical advantage finally defeated Senior Chu Mo’s smaller magic-based team.

Two hours later, the battle between the Storm Eagle and the Flame Lord Kurbert was still at a deadlock, while the main force battlefield with the cores began to show changes.

After several hours of fierce combat between the Mutated Bearman and the Supreme Naga, a significant shift occurred. Relying on its powerful, almost bug-like Dominator’s Body talent and Bloodsucking recovery, the Supreme Naga held on until the end, lasting longer than the Mutated Bearman. Both sides continued to spill blood until the last, with the Mutated Bearman suffering the most casualties.

Yes, the difference between them wasn’t significant—they nearly both sustained heavy losses, with the Supreme Naga gaining only a minimal advantage.

The mutated race’s physical constitution was far stronger than that of normal Bearmen, but it still couldn’t exhaust the Dominator’s Body of the Supreme Naga.

Lin Xiao saw that every Supreme Naga and Mutated Bearman were covered in wounds. Each Supreme Naga was riddled with claw marks and bloodied holes, with many of their scales shattered and broken.

Although the Mutated Bearman had fewer wounds than the Supreme Naga, each one was alarmingly deep. Wielding specially made Horse Chopping Knives, they inflicted severe damage, easily ripping open gaping wounds several feet long, deep into muscle and bone, causing substantial harm to the Mutated Bearman.

When the main battlefield’s Slarda took action and killed the last Mutated Bearman hero, fewer than a thousand Supreme Naga remained standing, each bloodied and on the brink of collapse, with little combat strength left.

With that, Senior Chu Mo ended the battle, not waiting to see the outcome of the final clash between the Storm Eagle and the Fire Element.

The two—one capable of flight, the other altering the terrain to create a vast Lava Lake—were at a standoff. The ones on the ground couldn’t take to the sky, and the one in the sky dared not come down. Neither side could do anything to the other.

The battle ended, and the slender high school senior, who ranked among the prodigies on the secondary list, looked at Lin Xiao with a trace of recognition and said:

“You, a variant race similar to the Naga, have incredibly high potential. You can fully treat them as your core Clan members and cultivate them with great effort. Don’t be stingy with card slots. You can buy a large number of Breeding Cards and use one each month. Keep it up for a year, and by the time you’re a senior, if you can gather thirty to forty thousand core Clan members, and maintain this growth rate with other races, there’s a great possibility you’ll rank in the top three thousand talents,” Xiong Chumo said, taking a pause before speaking to her junior with great optimism.

“I’ve heard you were specially recruited this year. You might not know this, but our school, as one of the two affiliated schools of Glory, has resources beyond your imagination, including opportunities that can skyrocket one’s status. The elite class you’re in is one of the showcase classes of the second school, with the chance to grasp those big opportunities.”

“Your current strength already places you in the top three of your class. You have enough potential; what you lack are resources and opportunities to explosively increase your potential. As your senior, I’ll give you a tip: make a good impression in front of your homeroom teacher. Show off your abilities and potential, don’t keep them hidden, or you might miss your chance,” Senior Chumo’s tone was sincere. Lin Xiao mulled over her words and earnestly bowed in gratitude.

“Thank you for the advice, Senior. I understand.”

“Just remember my last words: if you are lucky, you might grab an opportunity, and potentially rank in the list of prodigies during your senior year, just like me.” She stopped there, smiled, and said,

“I rate your performance in this test as exceptional. Keep it up!”

“Thank you, Senior!” Lin Xiao felt that the senior’s praise was purely because of his excellence, without any other motives.

This kind of pure thought was rare now, and it counted as bringing him some resources. After all, being rated as exceptional could earn him the extra rewards mentioned by the teacher before class—a Lightning spire blueprint and two built Lightning Spires.

The Lightning Spire is a type of war construction, an advanced version of Magic High Towers.

Normally, Magic High Towers require a Mage to preside over them. Through an Array, the power of many Mages is converged and magnified into powerful Spell spells.

The Lightning Tower, as one of the advanced versions of Magic High Towers, to which the Flame Tower and Frost Tower are also comparable, implies an Array etched with Lightning spells. It can directly transform stored magic energy into a set release of Lightning spells, casting them faster and further than the Magic High Tower.

Most crucially, being advanced, the Lightning Towers’ Array comes with a storage feature for Lightning energy, allowing it to store a certain amount of Lightning energy beforehand to be instantaneously activated in war, catching enemies off guard with a severe blow.

Among the more powerful and costly Mage Towers, Magic High Towers stand as the most potent conventional war constructions.

Lin Xiao returned happily from the virtual plane—as soon as the battle ended, he was free to return.

His will returned to his True Body, and upon opening his eyes, he saw only a few students chatting idly in the classroom. These were students who had finished the major class, regardless of whether they had passed or not.

But judging by their expressions, most seemed content, likely having passed.

It was a pity that he had no friends in class. Having traveled countless billions of kilometers from Yunmengxing Province to Glory to study, he only knew Shen Yuexin. He was unfamiliar with the others, and since they were all essentially competitors and related to the direct descendants of True Gods affiliated with Glory, he couldn’t really mesh with them.

Across the two schools of the vast Glorious Middle School, tens of thousands of students are mostly descendants of True Gods, with the majority being direct descendants and many being first or second-generation progeny.

Just like back at Dongning City’s N0.5 Middle School, he initially couldn’t get along with the only two True God direct descendants in his class, Yan Renjie and Wan Ying; they barely spoke despite being classmates for a year.

The enormous disparity in lifestyle and family background made it hard for them to be friends.

After a quick glance around, he decided to summon his screen and, after contemplating, he input a certain keyword to search.

Seconds later, he muttered in surprise,

“There’s nothing?”

He was looking for the so-called big opportunities mentioned by Senior Chumo, but no matter what keywords he entered, the campus network turned up nothing related to what he had anticipated, even the information about the senior midterm exams and college entrance exams seemed to be blocked. “Hmm, must be blocked!” He didn’t fuss about needing to find it; unable to find it, he let it go. He had another way.

Senior Chumo’s final reminder was clear enough; get on good terms with the homeroom teacher and showcase his strength and potential as much as possible.

As the homeroom teacher of one of second school’s elite classes, she certainly had some resources and opportunities at her disposal. If she looked favorably upon him, resources and opportunities would naturally come.

And showing his strength and potential was straightforward—simply perform the best in every major class so the teacher would naturally notice.