Then, Qin Siyang saw a swarm of fist-sized creatures darting out from the ruins in the distance, clinging to the ground and rushing toward him at high speed.
"Damn… these really are Iron-Helmet Fleas!", Qin Siyang cursed, unsure whether to fight or flee.
According to the informational post on [Godslayer Camp], Iron-Helmet Fleas were not considered a common type among Sandworm Servants.
But based on Li Tianming's words, anything that appeared on a public forum like [Godslayer Camp] was worthless.
In other words, Iron-Helmet Fleas were not considered a rare species.
Usually, they appeared in swarms, and their numbers were even greater than Long-Legged Worms.
Often, thousands of them would cling around a single Sandworm.
However, despite their overwhelming numbers, Iron-Helmet Fleas had a major flaw that made them despised by God Hunters.
Not all Iron-Helmet Fleas had round disc armor.
Only less than one-tenth of them had a round disc armor piece with a groove on their lower abdomen. This was an existence so absurd that even gods found it ridiculous.
Despite being gods, the vast majority of Iron-Helmet Fleas lacked disc armor.
This meant that, on average, one had to kill over ten or even dozens of Iron-Helmet Fleas to obtain a single disc armor and earn one God Hunting Point.
However.
Iron-Helmet Fleas were nothing like the trash-tier Long-Legged Worms, which could be easily stomped to death with a single step.
Their bodies were covered in iron-hard spiked scales, making their offensive and defensive capabilities far superior to Long-Legged Worms, making them very difficult to kill.
Thus, Iron-Helmet Fleas were universally recognized as one of the gods with the lowest cost-performance ratio.
Thousands of them were now swarming toward him, and Qin Siyang didn't think he could easily take them all on.
Especially since he hadn't reached the level of being impervious to blades and bullets, his body still had weak spots like his eyes and lower abdomen. He might even get worn down to death.
If Li Tianming were here with him, he could use the [Ground Bind] skill when Qin Siyang's stamina ran low to control the surrounding Iron-Helmet Fleas, buying time for him to escape.
But now, if he got surrounded, he had to be ready to fight while retreating at all times. He might not even have time to pick up the disc armor pieces from the corpses, making all his efforts go to waste.
Qin Siyang picked up the black glass bottle, hesitating over whether to fight.
After thinking for a moment, he put the bottle down and decided to battle the Iron-Helmet Fleas.
Even though hunting them had a terrible cost-performance ratio, he had no better choice.
Finding gods to hunt outside the safe zone was already no easy task. As time passed, most Sandworm Servants would find new masters, making his Sandworm Scale less useful.
If his guess was correct, this was probably the last or second-to-last time he could use the Sandworm Scale.
Might as well go for it.
Qin Siyang gripped his God-Hunting Dagger and Blind Judge, entering full combat mode as he waited for the Iron-Helmet Fleas to arrive.
Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!....
The sound grew closer, and the densely packed figures became clearer.
The nearest Iron-Helmet Flea had already leaped to a spot three meters away from Qin Siyang.
In the distance, countless black dots continued emerging from the ruins at the edge of his vision, their scales glinting faintly silver under the starlight.
Qin Siyang charged forward, slashing at the Iron-Helmet Flea before him.
Ding!
A crisp sound rang out, and the metallic shock traveled through the Blind Judge into his palm.
Yet, the Blind Judge didn't cleave the Iron-Helmet Flea in half. Instead, it embedded itself into its flesh.
Qin Siyang flicked his wrist, sending the creature flying.
The flea tumbled across the ground several times before twitching a few times and flipping over, dead. Its belly had no disc armor.
One kill.
At this moment, Qin Siyang's expression grew even more serious.
Even with just a tenth of his strength, he couldn't instantly kill a single Iron-Helmet Flea, nor could he fully slice through it.
And mind you, even at a tenth of his strength, he was far beyond ordinary people, much stronger than a freshly awakened Sequence ability user.
Yet despite that, he still couldn't easily finish off a single Iron-Helmet Flea.
This meant that if he didn't exert more force in combat, his weapons would end up covered in flea corpses, and removing them would waste precious time.
But if he used more strength, he would lose stamina quickly. He wasn't sure if he could hold out long enough to kill them all.
'No wonder everyone says this god has the worst cost-performance ratio. Forget cost-performance, it's just a nightmare,' His mood worsened slightly as he saw that the flea he had just killed lacked a disc armor.
Even a specialized metal weapon like the Blind Judge struggled to kill one, it was completely unrealistic to hope he could just stomp them to death.
'Not sure if I can last… But, as the saying goes—'
"I'm already here."
"Might as well try."
Qin Siyang charged headfirst into the leaping swarm of Iron-Helmet Fleas, engaging in a brutal melee.
He swung the Blind Judge and God-Hunting Dagger repeatedly while constantly repositioning to avoid getting jumped on.
As Qin Siyang became deeply entangled with the Iron-Helmet Fleas, he suddenly noticed something, these creatures seemed to have a collective consciousness, working together to attack him.
Some specifically targeted his legs, trying to hinder his movement. Others aimed for his arms, limiting his ability to swing his weapons. Some even lay low, waiting for the perfect moment to jump at his back and attack his neck.
Completely different from the mindless Long-Legged Worms last time, which only focused on the Sandworm Scale.
Qin Siyang now had to focus on both offense and defense while guarding against sneak attacks, making it difficult to keep up.
This was exhausting his concentration.
After over twenty minutes of fighting, sweat had already begun to form on Qin Siyang's forehead.
He did some quick calculations, at his current pace of killing one flea every three to four seconds, it would take two to three hours to finish them all off.
Two to three hours? Forget him, Li Tianming wouldn't last that long even if he were fighting on a foldable bed.
He had to come up with a solution.
Run?
Qin Siyang looked at the hundreds of Iron-Helmet Flea corpses on the ground and the scattered disc armors. He wasn't willing to leave just yet.
He took a deep breath and focused.
"Activate [Violence]!"
In an instant, Qin Siyang felt as light as a feather, and the movements of the Iron-Helmet Fleas seemed to slow down, like a movie in slow motion. He no longer had to worry about their attacks from behind, because they were simply too slow.
His God-Hunting Dagger and Blind Judge became razor-sharp, effortlessly slicing through the fleas like wire through tofu.
And finally, he could stomp them to death with his foot, though it still required some effort.
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