Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Chapter 121 Humanoid Tank

"This guy is practically a human tank. No wonder he's still alive after so many rounds of bombing!" Matthew, who was standing on the high ground with Sun Zhengwu, was quite surprised as he looked at the huge figure below.

The power of the hill giant's bloodline was indeed beyond the scope of ordinary creatures. The strength and defense that Balu was showing at this moment were close to the level of a low-level extraordinary creature.

Ordinary swords and even crossbow bolts could hardly inflict fatal damage on him, unless it was a specially made heavy armor-piercing arrow, or—a more modern armor-piercing projectile.

"Our grenades and ordinary explosive charges are killing machines against ordinary soldiers, but against these tough, resilient individuals, especially when they are in a burst of energy, their effectiveness is diminished and weakened. Unless we use more advanced weapons like armor-piercing rounds," Sun Zhengwu lamented.

Matthew nodded. Fortunately, such extraordinary beings are few and far between, so she could overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Moreover, in Matthew's view, Baru is also an important strategic resource; killing him would unlock a summonable unit with the bloodline of the Mountain Giant.

With this in mind, Matthew instructed Sun Zhengwu to arrange for personnel to prepare for the final kill.

Sharna, who was at the rear of the battle line, was pale.

She watched her people fall like straws under Balu's battle axes, and the death of each warrior felt like a knife cutting into her heart.

But her gaze grew increasingly resolute, and she gripped the bone staff in her hand tighter and tighter.

She knew that the help she had given to her people was not enough, and even if she suffered a backlash, she would use even stronger techniques.

So she leaped off her horse, grabbed a handful of dust from the ground, held it in her hand, and raised her staff high again. This time, the incantation she chanted was more ancient and longer, as if she were communicating with some ancient existence deep in the earth, above the sky, and flowing in the wind.

"Rock shelter!"

She suddenly flung the dust in her hand, which transformed into countless earth-yellow rays of light that fell upon the warriors at the forefront.

Rock-like patterns appeared on their skin, and when Balu's battle axe struck them, it produced a metallic clang and left deep white marks, but it failed to break through their defenses.

"Binding Wind!"

A sky-blue current of energy appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around Balu's body like chains. Although he managed to break free with great force, it clearly slowed down his movements.

"Natural healing!"

Emerald green light shone on the wounded soldiers, and their wounds stopped bleeding and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sharna is like a soul on the battlefield; she is not only a leader who issues orders, but also the source of strength and the pillar of will for all the warriors of White River Valley.

Each of her spells landed precisely where it was most needed, whether for defense, control, or healing.

Every time Balu launched a fatal attack, it was always thwarted by a sudden rock shield or wind chains.

Every time a warrior from White River Valley is wounded, a green light will always fall in time.

But Sharna's burden is also increasing rapidly.

Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, her breathing was rapid, and her hand holding the staff was trembling slightly.

Maintaining multiple spells simultaneously to sense the states of dozens or even hundreds of her people, while also anticipating Balu's attacks—this was a tremendous test of her mental strength and shamanic power.

What's even more terrifying is the backlash from the shamanic arts on her life; that's the most horrifying and painful thing.

Not far away, Matthew watched Sharna cast a series of shamanic spells and was quite curious. On the surface, those spells were similar to the magic of a mage, but upon closer inspection, Matthew did not seem to sense any intense fluctuations in the surrounding mana, or rather, the fluctuations were very small, which did not match the situation of casting such powerful spells.

Instead, there were some energy particles he was not familiar with that were fluctuating violently. When he tried to sense and understand those special energy particles, his magic pool suddenly surged, and a wave of dizziness almost made him lose consciousness.

Fortunately, it only lasted for a moment, but Matthew felt like he had been electrocuted. His heart was pounding, his whole body was numb, his mind went blank for a moment, and he was in a daze for a while.

It took me a while to fully come to my senses, and I couldn't help but feel surprised and confused.

Is it possible that shamanic arts are impossible to fathom?

Or is it that there is some kind of mutually exclusive rule between his own mana pool and the spells used by Sharna?

Matthew felt puzzled, but it was clear that there was still much to explore regarding the rules governing the extraordinary powers of this world.

My current level is probably only that of an elementary school student in the field of magic.

On the battlefield, as Sharna cast her spells one after another, Balu's momentum was indeed suppressed. He became even angrier, staring intently at Sharna in the distance. Then, ignoring the attacks from all around, he bravely endured several arrows aimed at his eyes and charged towards Sharna!

Wherever the battle axe pointed, warriors who tried to stop it were cleaved and smashed to pieces.

"Stop him!"

Three of the bravest warriors of White River Valley, renowned warriors of the tribe, roared and charged at Balu from three directions.

One man, wielding a heavy shield, desperately withstood the blows of the battle axe. The shield shattered instantly, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out blood, but he bought his companion a moment.

Another man, wielding a spear, lunged like a viper at the back of Balu's injured left knee.

The third person leaped high into the air, his curved blade aimed straight for Balu's throat.

"Get lost!" Balu kicked the spear-wielding warrior away with his left leg, then swung his right battle axe back, cleaving the leaping warrior and his sword in two.

But his momentum was halted by the lives of these three brave warriors.

This obstacle was enough for Sharna to react.

"Bound by the Earth!"

She slammed her staff on the ground, and the ground beneath Balu's feet suddenly turned into quicksand. At the same time, several thick stalagmites shot out, not to attack, but to entangle him.

The stalagmite wrapped around Balu's legs like a living thing.

Balu roared, unleashing tremendous force that shattered the stalagmite into pieces, but it would take time for him to break free.

"Release the arrows!"

The steel crossbow hummed as a sharp shot aimed at Balu's vital organs.

This also includes arrows fired by the warriors of Emberstone Ridge.

Balu swung his battle axe to parry, but several arrows still struck his body. Even though he was tough and thick-skinned, the arrows penetrated deeply into his body under the power of the steel crossbow, causing him to roar in pain.

"Ah—you bunch of bastards!" Balu was completely enraged. The red light of the totem patterns on his body surged, and fine cracks even began to spread on his rock-like skin as he overdrawn his bloodline power.

"Die, all of you!"

He abandoned his charge towards Sharna, swinging his battle axe wildly, abandoning all technique, resorting only to the most primal and violent sweeping attacks.

Vertical slash, diagonal slash.

A fierce wind howled, and sand and stones flew everywhere. Any White River Valley warrior who came within ten steps of him was either killed or maimed.

But none of the warriors of White River Valley retreated.

They pressed forward relentlessly, using their shields, their bodies, and their lives to wear down Balu's strength and halt his advance.

There was no fear in their eyes, only the flames of hatred and the determination to die.

When one person falls, two more immediately take their place.

For every person Balu kills, he endures more attacks and sustains more wounds.

As Sharna watched her people bravely and fearlessly advance, tears blurred her vision.

Those were not tears of sorrow, but burning tears, a mixture of anger, pain, pride, and resolve.

She cut her palm and smeared her blood on her staff. Her long hair moved without wind, and a pale golden light emanated from her body, growing brighter and brighter.

At the tip of the staff in his hand, the milky-white gem burst forth with unprecedented brilliance. Within the light, the phantoms of mountains, rivers, eagles, and giant wolves faintly appeared—the marks of the spirits of the ancestors of White River Valley.

"With my shamanic spirit, with my bloodline as the catalyst, with the blood and hatred of my people as the sacrifice!" Sharna's voice became ethereal and majestic, each syllable resonating with the surrounding natural energy. "Sleeping ancestral spirits! Answer my call! Lend your power to the descendants who protect our homeland! Open your eyes and see this land stained with blood, hear this cry filled with hatred and prayer!"

"Descend, Ancestral Warriors!"

"boom!!!"

An ancient, vast, and boundless will seemed to awaken from the endless river of time, transcending time and space to descend upon this place.

Behind Sharna, in the void, semi-transparent figures radiating various colors of light slowly coalesced.

There are ancient hunters wielding stone spears, eagle-eyed warriors riding giant eagles, and beast tamers dancing with wolves—they are the most powerful heroic spirits throughout the history of White River Valley.

At this moment, they responded to the call of the contemporary shamans, who paid the price with their lives and hatred, and projected their remaining power onto this place.

"Roar" 6

The ancestral war spirits let out a silent roar, transforming into streams of light that merged into the bodies of the charging White River Valley warriors.

In an instant, all the warriors of White River Valley felt a violent and ancient power explode in their blood.

Their eyes gleamed with various colors, and their strength, speed, and reflexes increased several times over.

The roars merged into one, subtly overpowering Balu's howl.

Balu's expression finally changed.

He sensed an ancient aura emanating from those warriors that made his heart tremble.

But he had no way out but to fight to the death!

"You can't stop me! Break through!"

He gripped the axe with both hands, his body surging with a dark red light that even seeped from the cracks in his skin. He was like a burning rock giant, and he cleaved the charging crowd with his axe.

"clang!!!"

This time, the battle axe was firmly blocked by three shields that were raised simultaneously, gleaming with an earthy yellow light.

The three warriors holding shields bled from their mouths and noses, and the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch, but they held on.

With the blessing of their ancestors, they blocked the axe that split the mountain and shattered the rocks!

"kill!"

More warriors surged in from both sides and the rear, wielding swords, spears, and halberds, their blades glowing with various colors, and attacked Balu with madness.

Balu roared repeatedly, wielding his battle axe wildly, but this time, he could no longer reap lives as easily as before.

Every attack was barely blocked, and each parry meant enduring even more attacks.

His wounds multiplied, and dark red blood flowed like a stream.

On the rock-like skin, the cracks grew denser, and the red light began to flicker erratically.

Sun Zhengwu's Jinshi Ridge shooting squad also continued to attack with steel crossbows, but the battlefield was too chaotic for them to get close.

He also cannot rely solely on his physical strength to contend with Nabaru.

Sharna stood behind, her body swaying slightly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Summoning and maintaining so many ancestral war spirits was an unimaginable burden for her; her mental energy was being rapidly depleted, and her life force seemed to be flowing away as well.

But she gritted her teeth, gripped her staff tightly, and stared intently at Balu with her pale golden eyes, maintaining her connection with the spirit of her ancestors and continuously channeling her last strength into her people.

This is a contest of wills, a burning of life!