Final Lord

Chapter 94 Morale Collapse
"Oh no, it's an enemy attack!"

"It's a group of cavemen, it's the little lord! The little lord is coming with his troops."

"What? A bunch of cavemen blocking our escape route?"

"Oh no! Ten thousand cavemen are coming to attack us."

"What? Lord Lincoln is dead?"

The crows' cries grew more and more outrageous. Rumors, unstoppable, spread rapidly through the dark forest.

The morale of the entire Crow Legion plummeted.

"Shut up!" Lincoln was furious and raised his staff to cast a spell.

But the cavemen seemed to see through his intention. They just shot one round and then hid in the mushroom forest again.

"Want to run? Where to run!" Lincoln was about to chase when a strong vibration came from behind!
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"Second level of surprise attack command, driving away the wolf and devouring the tiger."

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Boom!

The violent tremors made Lincoln's hair stand on end. Five hollow trees, drawn in by the Cat Sand Beast, smashed through the fungus wall and emerged. Swarms of spore flies converged from all directions. Amid the roar of acid explosions, the Crow Assassins, who had fallen behind, were being pincered from both the insect swarm and the giant trees!

"It's over. These monsters are the little lord's subordinates."

"The little lord is a pagan. He's controlling monsters to kill us!"

"It's a ritual, an evil ritual of the little lord!"

"Run! The young lord used a ritual to revive the old lord, and the old lord is here to take your life."

For unknown reasons, more outrageous rumors quickly broke out among the Crow Army. Some crows even began to fly randomly, no longer following the main force!
This is a very dangerous sign.

"Quiet!" Lincoln shouted. "Kate is right up ahead, charge! Whoever kills Kate will receive a bonus of 10,000 coins and materials for the Transcendental Level!"

Lincoln did not expect that his motivational actions would become the last straw that broke the camel's back for the army.

"What! It's really an attack by the little lord!"

"The Lord has admitted it himself."

"Run! It will be too late if you don't run now."

The flock of crows could no longer maintain their formation and fled in all directions, collapsing thousands of miles!
"Come back! Come back!" Lincoln shouted. But no one in the chaotic Crow Army paid any attention to his shouts. Everyone was only thinking about escaping.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?" Lincoln stared ahead angrily.

"Forget it, I don't want these rubbish. I can kill Kate myself."

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"Third level of surprise attack command, capture the thief and the leader!"

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Puff!

At this moment, a ball of venom gushed out from the Black Forest and headed straight for Lincoln's face.

Lincoln's pupils suddenly contracted into vertical lines, and his neck cracked with a teeth-grinding crack. His robes shattered with the sizzling sound of boiling putrefaction. Jet-black feathers emerged from beneath his exposed skin, and his finger bones twisted into sharp raven claws. As the last shred of human skin peeled from his face, a giant carrion crow with a three-meter wingspan emerged from its cocoon—a monster three times the size of a typical crow assassin, its feathers dripping with asphalt-like acid, its blood-red eyes like magic crystals embedded in rotting flesh.

The swirling wind from its wings stirred the poisonous miasma, and the emerald mist tore through the surging acid. The few Crow Assassins who still had some morale around them froze in their places; they had never seen their master in such a state. The giant crow's beak suddenly opened, and Lincoln's hoarse voice uttered, "Are you waiting to die? Follow me!"

Lincoln flapped his wings and swept them hard, sweeping away the venom bullet that was coming towards him.

The deflected venom bullet fell to the side, exploding into a dark green miasma. Lincoln stared at it, his eyes flickering. By this point, he knew killing Kate wouldn't be as easy as he'd imagined. The guy who'd been expelled from the Tactical Academy wasn't the useless loser he'd imagined, ready to be bullied at will.

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"The third level of surprise attack command failed, the fourth level of surprise attack command launched a volley of arrows!"

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Whoops!

Lincoln can sweep away one venom, but what about ten, or a hundred?

Under the mushroom caps, the poisonous cavemen spewed out long-accumulated venom bombs at the crows around Lincoln.

Lincoln was caught off guard and used his body to block five of the venom bullets, but the remaining venom bullets still hit the flock of crows.

The crows hit by the venom bullets screamed, their bodies softened and fell from the air, turning into crow assassins on the ground and falling into paralysis.

Behind the flock of crows, the rumbling sound of monsters chasing them never stopped. Being paralyzed by the poisonous miasma was tantamount to waiting for death!

"Sir, save me."

"no, do not want!"

The crows' screams lowered the morale of the remaining crows again. Even though they had been following Lincoln, their morale had reached a very dangerous critical point.

They all looked at Lincoln in horror.

If Lincoln couldn't come up with something to turn the tables instantly, even the Crow Army around him would lose morale.

"What are you looking at! Those cavemen are only about ten meters away from us! So close, go ahead! Kill them!"

But Lincoln didn't seem to realize this. He just kept scolding his subordinates.

He didn't dare to rush forward himself. He was afraid that Kate had other tricks waiting for him and wanted his men to step on landmines, just like he sent the militia to their deaths.

Lincoln's scolding obviously failed to motivate the demoralized crows to take action.

They simply shrank in fear and continued to stare at their commander.

"You bunch of idiots, what are you standing there for? Come on! I'll kill anyone who doesn't come up!"

Lincoln angrily slapped a crow assassin with his wings, and the crow assassin was hit by the venom bullet.

The combined damage wiped out all his health.

He didn't even have a chance to be paralyzed. He just screamed and his body twitched and fell, hitting the rocks and breaking his head.

Seeing their companion's brains flowing out, the remaining crows finally collapsed.

"No more fighting! Run! Lord Kate has become a pagan, we can't defeat him."

"If you keep fighting, you'll die at the hands of Kate or your master. Run!"

The cavemen were clearly right in front of them, but the crows would rather rush into the poisonous miasma than charge towards the cavemen.

As the crows' morale collapsed, the cavemen never stopped shooting. One venom bullet after another was like a death warrant from the King of Hell, continuously shooting down the crows.

"You damn guys!" Lincoln was furious.

He wanted to kill two more crows to establish his authority, but when he looked around, he saw that there was only a crow leader with a sad face around him, and the other crows had all run away.

There are monsters behind and Kate in front. Surrounded by poisonous miasma, there is no way out.

Lincoln took a deep breath, realizing that he was now alone and helpless. Aside from the crow leader who had been following him, there was no one else who could help him explore Kate's trap.

(End of this chapter)