Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 183 Tahm Kench: It's Time to Show the Real Skill
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Four sounds like cannonballs exploding rang out. As soon as the time for the demigod sacrifice ended, Lee Sin, Draven, Ornn, and his clone were knocked from the air to the ground, their health reduced to a sliver.

Fortunately, Centaur, Karthus, and Yorick had no intention of pressing their advantage and instead turned to charge towards Tahm Kench 1. This relieved Mo Lang, as he knew he wouldn't suffer any further losses.

However, the sacrifices that need to be made still have to be made; a demigod like Tame One probably can't defeat it.

"No need, Master. Just watch my performance."

Tam One sensed Mo Lang's intention and immediately used telepathy to stop him.

"Sure?"

Mo Lang was somewhat surprised. Was Tahm Kench really that powerful now?

"It's covered."

The voice of Tam One came through again.

"Didn't you say you'd take care of me in a minute?"

When Foygo saw the three centaurs arrive, he revealed an arrogant smile: "I'm standing right here now, so come and get me."

"Then as you wish!"

Tahm Kench stared at the opponent's health bar and a cold smile crept across his face.

Immediately afterwards, ripples like water spread out in the space beneath Tam's feet, and Tam One slid right into them!
"Is this running away?"

Fryego was stunned when he saw Tam disappear.

I was prepared to fight to the death, and this is how it turned out?
The moment he lowered his guard, ripples appeared in the space behind him, and Tam, who had disappeared, suddenly reappeared.

"Run? There's no such word as 'run' in your life, Tam!" Tam One suddenly opened his blood-red maw as if to devour the entire world. His huge teeth gleamed coldly, and his mouth emitted a nauseating stench.

Before Foygo could even react, before the sneer on his face could fade, he was swept away by Tam One's lightning-fast tongue and sent flying straight into its mouth like a thrown stone.

The next second, the Centaur, Karthus, and Yorick, who had just respawned, suddenly underwent a strange change. Their bodies began to tremble violently, as if they were being pulled hard by an invisible force.

The black mist that had been gathered around them became increasingly thin and began to dissipate. The souls that the three had absorbed and devoured burst out of their bodies like wild horses.

Countless translucent phantom souls emerged from their seven orifices, wounds, and every pore of their bodies, emitting sharp wails as they hovered and struggled in the air, as if trying to escape the bodies that bound them.

The centaur neighed in agony, its forelegs raised high, trying to escape the soul-splitting pain. The Death Singer's staff began to flicker erratically, his pale face filled with terror and resentment.

The gravedigger clutched his head in his hands, his body swaying precariously. The souls emanating from him spread out like black smoke, enveloping him.

As their souls continued to flow out, the three's power rapidly diminished, their bodies gradually became ethereal, and then slowly disappeared into the air...

"Master has taken care of it!"

Tam One landed next to Mo Lang again, looking arrogant, just waiting for Mo Lang to praise it.

"Is this the end?"

Mo Lang was astonished; he hadn't expected it to end so quickly.

He was just about to sacrifice a chess piece at any moment.

As a result, this is it?
"of course."

Tam looked at Mo Lang expectantly. "Well done."

Mo Lang also saw through Tam's thoughts and praised him with a smile.

Upon discovering that Tahm Kench was still watching him, Mo Lang immediately understood. He reached out and gently patted Tahm Kench's large belly a few times, as if petting a dog.

Tam One then showed a satisfied expression, like a puppy being petted, looking completely content.

"What attributes did you gain after consuming the King of Ruin? If you had consumed his divine crystal, would you have become a true god?" Mo Lang asked curiously.

"Master, it's not that simple. To become a god-level or a five-star five-cost unit, players like Lee Sin only need to gather enough barracks. I, who was lucky enough to reach the level of a demigod, probably need to devour at least ten demigods."

Tahm Kench was somewhat frustrated, then spat out the three colored orbs and a black divine crystal, saying, "The divine crystal is useless to me. You can give it to other low-cost pieces or directly to high-cost pieces."

"Is there any difference?" Mo Lang asked, somewhat curious.

"Of course there is a difference. For a low-cost piece to become a demigod, a divine crystal is a must, but there is only a 10% chance of success. However, even if it fails, it can still become a three-star, five-cost piece."

Tahm Kench explained, "If you give a 3-star 5-cost unit, as long as you have a Divine Crystal, and then devour ten other identical 3-star 5-cost units, there is a 100% chance of directly becoming a demigod, so you don't need to buy more barracks."

"Does that mean if I have enough divine crystals, I can turn all low-cost pieces into five-cost pieces?!" Mo Lang's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this.

"Theoretically, it's correct, but if it fails, low-cost pieces will never be able to become demigods."

Tam looked at Morang Irene seriously and said, "For the sake of Master's safety, we should definitely choose the 100% probability option first. The probability of becoming a demigod with low cost is too low, so it's unnecessary."

"Pick me, pick me, Tahm Kench, help me up, I can do it again!" Draven, who was slumped on the ground, immediately tried to stand up, but the aftereffects of the demigod sacrifice had drained all his strength, and he couldn't stand up at all.

"Get lost, Master chose me, I'm awesome!" The blind monk also tried to stand up, but unfortunately he still couldn't move and could only turn his head with difficulty.

"Hehe, you three little chickens, just lie there quietly and watch me."

The crow stepped forward, glanced sideways at the blind monk and the others lying on the ground, and said, "It's my turn to show off now that we're ganging up on each other, isn't it?"

"Get lost! You've sacrificed so many of my brothers, isn't it my turn now? Once I become a demigod, you can sacrifice as many as you want."

Tsar Azir stepped forward and said, "Besides, there are so many demigods in the Shurima Desert. If I weren't a demigod, I wouldn't be able to hold my head up when I meet my former subordinates."

"That seems to make sense."

The others nodded as well.

They all worked together under their master and were brothers who had gone through thick and thin together, so they had to be given this much respect.

"Don't worry, with me and Tame here, we'll deal with Aatrox first, take his divine crystal, and then we'll have one more person!"

Azir continued, "And if we can repair the Ascension Platform, it's not a dream for all of us to become demigods!"

"..."

Watching Azir frantically washing his hair, Mo Lang's lips twitched.

Another hair-washing master.

(End of this chapter)