Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 181 Tam One Awakens!
"Is he about to use his ultimate move?"

Mo Lang's expression turned serious, because Foyego's ultimate move this time seemed to be different from the one in the game; it could even fuse souls!
Could it be that it can also fuse to create a demigod-level soul body?
If that's the case, why bother with chicken feathers!

Mo Lang cursed and swore because his pieces couldn't interrupt the opponent's soul fusion and could only wait helplessly.

"Damn it, if this fusion takes three minutes, won't I have to sacrifice myself again!" Mo Lang was a little anxious. Just when he was at a loss, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to him.

In the game, when Fryego uses his ultimate ability, the defensive towers can still attack. Does that mean that your high-level siege vehicles can also attack the opponent?

If I can attack, then I'll have to pull out my super cannon.

That's right, Mo Lang just produced ten blueprints for the super cannon vehicle, along with a huge amount of materials, enough to manufacture it on the spot.

"Boy, once I've fused with the souls of these trash, your death is nigh!" Foyego looked at the anxious Mo Lang, a ferocious smile creeping across his lips.

"Hehe, let's see who dies first, me or you!" Mo Lang chuckled and pulled out a high-level artillery vehicle, firing it directly at the enemy.

With a deafening roar, terrifying energy transformed into a laser beam that struck Foygo, but unfortunately, it only dealt 500 damage.

This is practically nothing compared to Fiorogor's over one million health points.

"It's enough to be able to deal damage." Mo Lang's lips curled up slightly.

"Kid, are you giving me gua sha?" Foygo asked Mo Lang provocatively.

But the next second his expression changed drastically, because one after another, ten even larger and more terrifying super cannon vehicles appeared around Mo Lang in the blink of an eye!

"You like gua sha, right? Then try this!"

Mo Lang used up all the materials used to manufacture the supercars. In just half a minute, ten more super cannon vehicles rose from the ground, their cannons slowly raised, their dark muzzles aimed at Foygo.

These artillery vehicles are three times the size of ordinary tanks, and the electric arcs flowing across their surfaces crackle and pop, as if they could tear space apart at any moment.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Foygo's pupils shrank sharply, and black mist around him condensed wildly, because he sensed a threat.

Although it's only a tiny bit, the twenty super cannons on the other side combined are definitely not a tiny bit!

Before he could react, the twenty super cannons roared simultaneously, and purple energy beams streaked across the sky like meteors. Wherever they passed, space twisted into vortexes, and even the rotten soil of the Shadow Isles was evaporated by the high temperature.

boom! boom! boom!
More than twenty purple beams of light, like spears of doomsday judgment, pierced through the clouds and plunged into the earth. The ancient rock foundations of Shadow Isle groaned under the terrifying energy, and the decaying soil and bones on the island's surface were instantly vaporized, forming dozens of bottomless craters.

The sweltering heatwave, accompanied by a purple energy storm, churned the sky into a turbulent dark purple vortex. Even the seawater in the distance was evaporated by the high temperature, turning into boiling water vapor suspended in the air.

"-2000!"

"-2000!"

The moment Foygo was engulfed by the energy torrent, the black mist around him was torn to shreds, countless undead wailed, and 2000 damage values ​​kept appearing above Foygo's head.

Although the damage wasn't high, Mo Lang had a large number of super cannons. Each of the twenty super cannons could deal more than 4 damage with a single shot, so the damage wasn't actually low.

"..."

Foygo suddenly felt like he'd been slapped in the face; this kid had way too many tricks up his sleeve.

Who would be so kind as to bring so many artillery pieces with them when they go out?!

Who in the family understands?

"Stop!"

Foygo roared and looked at Mo Lang, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"You think you can just stop like that? I'm going to fuck you hard!"

"You little brat, isn't your brother's cannon powerful?"

"..." Mo Lang started getting excited, manipulating the super cannon array without stopping. The energy-gathering light of the second round of attacks became even more dazzling and shot out again.

"..."

Zyra, standing to the side, was completely stunned, her face flushed as she watched Mo Lang utter those perverted laughs and words.

"Is our master really that perverted?"

Hearing Mo Lang's flirtatious words, Blind Monk No. 1's lips twitched.

"What pervert? I don't understand." Draven turned his head away, whistling, and didn't reply at all.

Ornn merely glanced at the Blind Monk and said indifferently, "You said your master is a pervert, I'll pass that on for you."

"???"

The blind monk was stunned.

No, you guys are playing this dirty?

"Eternal Night will surely return, and all the dead will be at my command!" Foygo's crimson pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice, carrying a corrupt and violent force, soared into the sky.

Before he finished speaking, the black mist around him surged violently like boiling asphalt, turning into a tidal wave that blotted out the sky and rushed in all directions, making the air groan wherever it passed.

“Sing, Karthus, sing for all that is destined to vanish, sing for her destined to return.” Folgo’s gaze was piercing, fixed directly on Karthus.

The eerie light surrounding the Deathsinger grew even stronger. After absorbing a massive number of undead from the Shadow Isles, its already mysterious aura instantly surged to the level of a demigod!
With a gentle wave of his bone staff, the melody seemed to meander from the deepest depths of the Netherworld, carrying decay and despair, vibrating in the air in visible black ripples that distorted the surrounding space.

"Rise, Hecarim!"

Immediately afterwards, Foygo turned sharply to look at the fallen Hecarim and shouted in a booming voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a jet-black beam of light shot out from Foygo's palm, striking Hecarim's remains with pinpoint accuracy.

In an instant, the man and horse's shattered bodies began to reassemble. His eyes, which emitted a ghostly light, opened again, and his forelegs rose high, letting out a deafening neigh.

With that hiss, a powerful demigod-level aura surged forth, forming a black whirlwind around him, whipping up the sand, stones, and souls of the dead.

Then, Foygo turned his attention to the gravedigger Yorick.

Under the pull of this powerful force, Yorick's soul slowly coalesced into form.

He was clad in a black robe and held an iron shovel that symbolized death and reincarnation. Several faint, shadowy spirits surrounded him, emitting low roars as if announcing Yorick's return to the world.

Although all three were soul beings, their auras were as unstable as candles in the wind, flickering from time to time, but their demigod-level pressure genuinely intimidated everything around them.

"Damn it, this is going to be tricky!"

Mo Lang's expression was unusually solemn. He knew that if he wanted divine power today, he would have to go all out and sacrifice a lot of three-star and five-cost units.

Because another minute has passed, and he only has one minute left to perform the demigod sacrifice.

It's clearly impossible to resolve this battle in a minute.

"Kid, tremble!"

Foygo glared menacingly at Mo Lang, a smug smile spreading across his face: "Tonight, Shadow Isles will be your grave!"

"A grave? What are you?!"

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the air, the tone of which was extremely domineering, as if Foygo was not taken seriously at all.

Upon hearing the voice, Mo Lang's eyes widened suddenly, then turned to ecstasy, and he immediately turned to look.

After being dormant for several days, Tamm-1 has finally awakened!
(End of this chapter)