Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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A young shogunate soldier lowered his voice, his tone trembling slightly.

"If this continues, morale will completely collapse!"

The samurai leading the group gritted his teeth and growled.

"You think I don't want to charge? But that guy... is not someone an ordinary person can handle!"

Goro remained motionless, only slightly narrowing his eyes as his gaze swept over the ranks of the shogunate army.

—He is waiting.

—Waiting for an opening, waiting for an opportunity.

—Or, wait for an opportunity that will make them retreat without a fight.

After all, a true general never needs pointless killing.

—It is enough if the enemy collapses on its own.

In the shogunate army, some soldiers had already begun to retreat unconsciously.

Fear is spreading.

—The outcome may have been predetermined long ago.

The sea breeze at Nashiina suddenly froze.

That childish Hilichurl battle cry sounded so abrupt on the grim battlefield.

Both sides' soldiers turned their heads at the same time and saw five Hilichurls carrying sizzling fire slime barrels, hopping and skipping onto the beach on the side of the two armies.

"Something's wrong..."

Goro's dog ears suddenly stood up.

"Ordinary Hilichurls should..."

“Yaaaaaaaa——!!!”

The deafening explosion interrupted his judgment.

A blazing fireball shot into the air, and the shockwave knocked over all the soldiers in the front row.

Goro gripped the ground tightly, watching helplessly as a mushroom cloud bloomed before his eyes.

"This power...something's not right!"

The Kujo family samurai got up, his face covered in blood.

"Fire Slime, how could that be..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

On the sea surface, eerie, ghostly blue flames are burning fiercely.

With no oil slick and no flammable material, the flames danced on the crests of the waves like living creatures.

"Roar--!!!"

A chilling battle cry echoed from the sea of ​​fire.

The rebel archers suddenly discovered that their arrows were vibrating wildly inside their quivers.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

Goro's shouts even changed tone.

When the first metal combat boot shattered the burning waves, the entire Nashii Beach fell into a deathly silence.

That's... a Hilichurl?

No, that is clearly—

"How could there be such a Hilichurl..."

The veterans of the Shogunate army collapsed to the ground.

Emerging from the flames in formation were heavily armed Hilichurl infantry, armed to the teeth.

They wore metal masks engraved with eerie runes, and their standard shields were covered with lava-like patterns.

Even more terrifying, the sand crystallized under the iron boots of these Hilichurls as they walked.

The first crossbow bolt pierced the air, striking three shogunate soldiers directly in the chest.

It wasn't until the body fell to the ground that people realized those crossbow bolts were actually concentrated lightning element crystals.

"Catapults! Catapults!!"

With a piercing warning, burning boulders ripped through the sky.

When the first shot landed on the sea, the entire sea instantly boiled – those weren't stones at all, but fire slimes compressed to the extreme!

“Eight…eight Hilichurl Kings…”

Goro's tail was completely bristling.

Behind the legion, eight heavily armored Hilichurl Kings simultaneously raised their weapons.

The evil eyes embedded in their chests lit up simultaneously, and the elemental forces across the entire battlefield began to run rampant.

The most despairing thing is the quantity.

The Hilichurls pouring out of the inferno have completely submerged the coastline at the edge of sight.

The seawater they trod on evaporated into mist, the sand they stepped on became glassy, ​​and even the air itself was distorted.

"How can this be……"

The Kujo family's samurai sword clattered to the ground.

"How could a Hilichurl..."

"Hold the line! Hold the line!"

Goro's roar finally startled the dazed soldiers.

But it's too late.

Chapter 41 Zhang Chu's Plan

"Roar--!!!"

Amidst deafening roars, more than thirty heavily armed volleyball thugs rolled into the army like tanks.

Their bodies, some as tall as three meters, were clad in plate armor forged from steel, and the wielding of their spiked clubs stirred up gusts of foul wind.

"Hold the formation! Pikemen, advance!"

Goro's shouts were drowned out by the deafening clang of metal clashing.

A shogunate samurai's naginata struck a thug's shoulder armor, sending sparks flying.

"How can it be……"

He stared wide-eyed at the chipped blade, then was cleaved in two by the giant axe in the next second.

"Help, help!"

The young foot soldier dropped his spear and turned to run, but was grabbed by the ankle and lifted up by the horde of thugs.

Amidst piercing screams, this poor man was used as a weapon and swung at the crowd, knocking down five or six of his companions.

On the other side of the battlefield, the five-meter-tall Hilichurl King was holding a struggling Shogunate samurai in his grasp.

The armor twisted and deformed between its fingers, and blood gushed from the gaps in the iron gauntlet.

"Let me go! Please... Ahhh!"

A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out. The Chuqiu King lifted the lower half of his mask, revealing a mouthful of dagger-like fangs.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of horrified people, it crushed the samurai's head as if eating fruit, and red and white liquid dripped down its chin.

"Bastard thing!"

Goro's dog ears twitched violently with anger.

He swung an arrow with a backhand motion, piercing the eye socket of a distant hill thug, then grabbed the spear stuck in the ground and charged out.

Rock elements converge at the spearhead, transforming into a spiral-shaped drill bit.

Goro leaped high into the air over the corpses, his spear aimed straight for the Chuchu King's throat: "Die—!"

King Qiuqiu casually grabbed a fleeing foot soldier and used him as a shield.

Goro's pupils suddenly contracted, but it was too late to stop.

"S-Sir..."

The foot soldier, pierced by the spear, coughed up blood and stammered as his trembling hand gripped the spear shaft.

"Kill...them..."

The muffled sound of the Hilichurl King crushing a skull and the sharp whistling of the spiked club cutting through the air came at the same time.

The rock shield that Goro hastily conjured shattered into fragments upon contact, and he flew more than twenty meters like a kite with a broken string, carving a deep trench in the sand.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Goro spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He caught a glimpse of his twisted and deformed right arm and grabbed his elbow without hesitation.

After a chilling sound of resetting, the light of the rock element flowed across the wound.

When Goro staggered to his feet, what greeted his eyes was a living hell—

The shogunate army's lines had collapsed, and the remaining soldiers were harvested like wheat.

The rebel formation was being squeezed from three directions by three Hilichurl Kings, with dozens of people being smashed into mincemeat every second.

The sea was covered with severed limbs and broken bodies, and even the waves were stained red.

The most despairing thing is that new Hilichurls continue to pour out of the inferno.

They marched forward over the corpses of their fellow humans, their metal boots crushing the screams of the dying into the sand.