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  Volume 7: My Home is on a Red Earth Hill Chapter 31: The Frenzied Transformation of the Eastern Continent's Strongest Warrior

  When pandas and Tibetan mastiffs rush forward,

  As the leader of the slaves, Karu felt it was reasonable for him to command from the rear of the troops during battles.

  More than 400 ghouls besieged more than 100 bear orcs. Even with just a thought, you can guess the outcome of this battle.

  If it weren't for the giant stone pillars with human faces, I reckon the 400+ ghouls would have already broken through the timid defense line of the bear spirits.

  Especially the leading twenty giant demons, all of whom were about three zhang tall, with robust and majestic physiques. When they ran over, Karu almost had an illusion that the ground was shaking under their feet.

  Ogre is male cannibal monster.

  In the army of Bimon, only warriors who have single-handedly hunted down male ogres are qualified to be called "Ogre Hunters", a heroic honor as noble as medals. The blue feathers dyed red with blood are their insignia. Warriors with the identity of "Ogre Hunter" can exempt from removing their hats and paying respects when meeting nobles.

  Hunting down a giant demon is no easy task, as male man-eating demons are often accompanied by over a dozen female man-eating demons, and their strength is also extraordinary.

  These giants held heavy mallets in their hands, carrying them lightly as if they were feathers, and when they swung them to strike, one blow could often send a 200-pound bear-like creature flying.

  The female cannibal demons who came flooding in were even taller and more majestic than the bear spirits, swinging their wooden clubs with a force that was not to be underestimated, and since they outnumbered the bear spirits by far, they immediately forced them to retreat step by step.

  The bravery of the Kuma-jin is proportional to their numbers, and this dice-race that flows with timid genes can only fight in favorable winds. For example, last night they bullied the Sea Trench Rainbow Tribe's Hedgehog People and the Kunuku Tribe's Skunk People, and they did a great job.

  The bear was squeezed between two giant stone pillars, surrounded on three sides, and battered to the point of exhaustion, with occasional silhouettes flying up after being struck by a stone hammer.

  Karlo had long been prepared to run away.

  Several timid bear goblins collapsed in faith. They rushed ahead, turned their heads and ran back, while Carlu was hesitating whether to learn from the crowd. These few cowards only ran a few steps away, when a snow-bright pike pierced through their skulls, carrying flying brains and blood, and the pike was inserted obliquely five yards behind the bear goblin's body, like a boundary. It also stood in the hearts of the remaining bear goblins who were ready to escape.

  Those black-eyed, heavily armed bear warriors, as sturdy as iron towers, and those golden-haired lions (ps: the dwarves don't know about pandas and Tibetan mastiffs), one glance tells you they're not to be trifled with. And behind them stands a lord with an icy gaze, but it's the little piglet in his arms that's truly deadly. Fighting against the man-eating demons might still allow for some resistance, but going up against that little thing is simply seeking death without a burial. That's essentially a never-ending ballista!

  "When the 'Ginger Endurance Song' sounded, the Kuma Kumi bandits and the Man-eating Demons entwined together, forming a large lump. The evil aura of the 'Ginger Endurance Song' enveloped all the bandits who were engaged in close combat, and the Kuma Kumi, who were outnumbered, were immediately knocked down by the Man-eating Demons after being imbued with evil attributes."

  To retreat is not daring to retreat, to fight and be unable to win, the bitter struggle in Xiong Di's heart surpasses Huang Lian.

  Look at the situation getting more and more out of hand, Karu himself was also panicked, hurriedly dodging the duty of supervising the army and slipping away.

  The evil aura of "Gang's endurance" did not affect Carlu, who was hiding behind the queue. So Carlu soberly realized that he should slip away quietly.

  Seeing the pandas and mastiffs rolling up a strong wind and rushing over, Karu quickly turned around and rushed back to the battlefield.

  The panda warriors hadn't arrived yet, but the sharp-edged spears they were holding had already flown out of their hands, piercing through the air with a shrill whistle and fiercely stabbing into the body of the giant demon at the forefront of the intense battle.

  The ones who were fighting fiercely with the bear-like creatures were just a few dozen giant warriors from the cannibal tribe, and the massive stone mauls in their hands swung down on the flat heads of the bear-like creatures, even able to smash them into headless ones - because their bellies were directly smashed into their skulls.

  Their power was so great that it had reached an astonishing degree, some of the gnomes were swung by them and flew to the stone pillars, heavily hitting them, and could still bounce back, the bones in their chest and back shattered instantly.

  In comparison, the intimidation of the goblins' nail-headed clubs paled in comparison. The bodies of the trolls were a dull grey color, covered in tribal tattoos that were unique to their clan. Every adult troll had skin that possessed a natural petrification ability, which allowed them to ignore a certain degree of physical damage when they stepped onto the battlefield, and also granted them some resistance to poison.

  And with them are the mighty Oliphants of Rh?n, the skin of these massive warriors is naturally insensitive to pain, thick as rubber, and like the giants, they are typical born fighters.

  The goblin's spiked clubs struck the ogres, but the spikes didn't cause much harm to them. Instead, they enraged the ogres even more, and their heavy stone hammers opened up one gap after another. A few ogres were killed in the excitement, and with a single hand, they picked up a goblin and bit into it with their sharp teeth. Goblin meat was generally smelly and not the type that man-eating demons liked to eat. However, when the battle reached its climax, the ogres enjoyed the hot blood and flesh of their enemies, as it made them even more ferocious.

  Just as the bear-like creatures were struggling to hold on and couldn't retreat, a flash of silver light swept across, and the robust giant demons that towered over them suddenly grew wings like birds, flying out at an angle with their sturdy bodies performing a beautiful aerial movement in mid-air.

  The gnomes, who had just caught their breath, were shocked to discover that each of the giant demons that had flown out at an angle had a short steel rod inserted into its throat. The long gun body could be vaguely seen behind its body, and the demon's body, which had been pierced by the lance, was suspended in mid-air, with the tip of the gun still lodged in it, slamming heavily into the companion behind it. The powerful lance was like a metal skewer piercing through roasted meat, linking them together in a string.

  The remaining mobile goblins took advantage of the opportunity to retreat hastily. They had just been entangled and couldn't get out, but this time they wouldn't make such a mistake again. The corner of their eyes also saw the pouncing pandas and mastiffs, thinking that it's better to let these fools come, the ogre is too fierce. Only idiots would hard fight with them.

  The "Jade Guards" made a swift somersault, jumping directly over the heads of the returning Bear Tribe warriors and landing on the newly cleared ground.

  Their agile and nimble movements left all the robbers aghast.

  Panda warriors, while flipping in the air, each grasped two handles of their trident spears. As soon as they landed, they drew them out from behind their backs. Several trident spears were inserted at an angle behind them, emitting a fierce aura. The pandas' momentum was even more ferocious than the spear tips; the Tibetan Mastiff warriors each held a white, raw, and massive club made of beast bones. The bones on top were enormous and disorderly. Their eyes were full of disdain and arrogance, as if to say "who dares to be my enemy?"

  A demon is a demon.

  The throat was shot, but surprisingly not dead. One by one, they crawled up from the ground with difficulty, grasping the spear in their throat with their hands, and slowly pulled it out. The robbers who were originally fighting fiercely on the side also realized the special atmosphere in the field, and each retreated to their respective positions.

  Staring at each other unblinkingly.

  The ogres painfully shook their two heads, slowly pulling out the long gun from their throat, with a red squirrel tail pom-pom tied to the gun head with a silver chain. When it was pulled out, the huge bulge would often make the ogre itself let out a groan of endurance.

  Congenitally petrified skin is just tough, the wounds of the giants are destroyed terribly, but the blue blood flows not much, only a faint green glow floats on the cyan-gray face.

  Several ogres licked the fresh blood on their spiked clubs with provocative gestures, staring straight at the pandas. One of them pulled out a trachea covered in blood when he withdrew his club and put it into his mouth to chew loudly without blinking.

  It's as if the evil aura of "Ginger's Endurance" has started to take effect, many ghouls and bear demons feel dizzy and spit out clear water onto the ground.

  Good raised his hands and gave the two middle fingers to the giant demons opposite him, with a disdainful expression.

  "Devilish turtle son! My spear is coated with poison, lick it if you dare!" Pan Shuai let out a loud and clear belch, bursting into maniacal laughter.

  The trolls' throats simultaneously let out a low, angry roar, and they threw away the spears they had pulled out, picked up the stone hammers on the ground, and charged over wildly. The evil halo's effect on the trolls was minimal, and the anti-magic properties of their petrified skin only made them feel slightly dizzy, but not to the point where they couldn't fight.

  Three-bladed giants, once they charge, even the giant elephant warriors can't intercept them. Moreover, these giants wield massive and heavy stone mauls that can easily smash a bull's head into mush.

  Even if it were a short-range collision with the world-famous human heavy cavalry, the powerful ogre would not be inferior. Being struck by a stone maul wielded by a sturdy physique over three chi tall, just the impact contained within would be enough to shatter the internal organs of even a heavily armored knight.

  The Emerald Dream's militia seemed to gaze right through the charging ogre, their faces a mask of indifference.

  Each panda stumbled a bit, heavily belched, and their bright red faces were filled with a dazed drunkenness as they gazed at the giant demon rushing towards them with a cold smile.

  The ogres are also sneering, they don't believe that there is still someone in this world who can withstand the ogre's group charge without moving!

  Even a one-eyed giant cannot

  Just as the giant was about to use his stone mallet to smash these black and white dogs into meat pies, Pantawarrior reminded himself why he was the strongest Bimon warrior in the entire Far East continent.

  As the giant demons rushed forward, their feet trembling with fear, the pandas simultaneously opened their mouths and spat out a large amount of liquor. The fragrant liquor rubbed against the air and suddenly turned into a blazing flame, engulfing the charging demons. The flames seemed to have an adhesive property, instantly turning the demons into giant human torches. Black smoke billowed from their bodies, emitting a strange mixture of charred flesh and wine aromas that made one's nose twitch with nausea as it was blown by the wind.

  This is the mysterious reason why the Panda Warriors of Pantaloon can become the strongest in the ancient Silk Continent - "Drunk Crazy Transformation"

  Unlike Chimera, the Panda tribe enters a state of frenzy not through anger, but purely relying on high-proof liquor.

  Unlike other races that enter a state of frenzy and become killing machines, pandas who "get drunk" will also spit out the wine in their bellies at critical moments, turning high-purity liquor into "Drunken Hero's Blazing Flames" to participate in attacks. This not only adds an unexpected killer move but also allows pandas to remain clear-headed and agile after spitting out the wine, truly showcasing the Pantal tribe's characteristics of being as strong as bears and as agile as cats.

  Surging flames danced and swirled, thick black smoke billowing as it scorched the bodies of the ogres. Suddenly transformed into a giant ball of fire, the ogre also frightened the female cannibal demons charging from behind.

  The crackling of oil, the terrifying flames, the fearful firelight.

  This sudden change caused all the female man-eaters to stop their charging footsteps in confusion.

  The panda didn't give the man-eating demons any room for maneuver, "Drunk Hero's Blazing Inferno" was finished in one shot. Each of them let out a loud roar at once, and with the spear in their hand, they made a swift thrust. The sharp spearhead pierced through the still dancing fire man, just like using a harpoon to catch a big fat fish. They lifted the giant demons' bodies from their heads and swung them around in a big circle, slamming them heavily onto the ground. Their strength was so great that it created burning fireballs in the sky, as if a meteor shower had reappeared overnight.

  The remaining few ogres let out a loud roar, and they all fell down. They were shot through by the Panda Warrior's gun, which grazed the stone rod and pierced their bodies with two holes, sending stone powder flying everywhere.

  This time the pandas aimed at the heart, but they just made a small mistake. Although the harpoon gun hit the ogre's throat, the cannibals have two heads, and disabling one throat still leaves them with another to breathe.

  There is a very ambiguous idiom in Baimon that can be used to describe the experience of the giants - luck is gone, and no matter how big the guy is, it's useless.