Chapter 305 - 281: The Fall of Legend!_2
Chapter 305: Chapter 281: The Fall of Legend!_2
The future chaotic era had yet to come, where legendary battles and even the fall of divine beings would often occur.
Duke Ward and Minister Anna, although somewhat puzzled, still led their troops to attack the demons before them.
With a single slash, he tore through the body of the Enchanting Demon, not hesitating for a moment despite the creature’s seductively beautiful face and alluring figure.
Anna lifted her head, her expressionless face turned to the Six-Armed Snake Demon swinging its sword, preparing to continue the attack when she heard her attendant shout,
“Milord, look at the Royal Palace!”
Anna’s brows furrowed as she nimbly dodged the blade of the Six-Armed Snake Demon, stepping back a few paces under the protection of her attendant, and looked towards the rear.
...
Above the Ice Castle Palace, a huge gap slowly opened in the sky.
Space, like shattered glass, was broken by an invisible force, revealing the sinister and evil small world behind it.
“What is this?”
Anna, puzzled, although not knowing what it was, had a subconscious feeling that it was not something good.
It even had some similarities to the dense malevolence emanating from the “Demon’s Gate.”
As more and more people noticed this anomaly, a figure appeared within the rift.
“This… it can’t be!”
Anna watched incredulously as the figure within the rift mumbled,
“Lukar?”
The figure in the rift, hovering in midair, was none other than the King of Dillon Kingdom, Lukar Dilon.
His face bore a strange smile, handsome as ever, but his body looked unsettlingly sinister.
From his right shoulder to his right abdomen, including his right hand, a whole chunk of his body had vanished, as though sliced away by a blade, and his body was covered in bloody wounds, with stark white bone protruding directly through the flesh and exposed to the air.
The muscles around his wounds writhed, as though they were trying to heal the grave injury, but they were hindered by the force within the wounds.
Even for a Golden Strong Man, such injuries could be fatal.
Yet Lukar acted as if he felt nothing, hovering in midair, looking down upon the battlefield below.
The battlefield below suddenly fell silent for a moment, whether it was Human warriors or Abyss Demons, all seemed shocked by Lukar’s appearance.
“This is not Lukar!”
Anna stated confidently.
She was very familiar with His Majesty the King; this was not Lukar’s style.
Or rather, this was not the Dillon King that had always appeared before them.
No one doubted Anna’s words, just Lukar’s terrifying appearance and the sinister aura that surrounded him indicated something was wrong.
Lukar revealed a mild smile, and with his remaining right hand, he reached into the Space Rift behind him, grabbing a figure and throwing it downward.
The robust body crashed in front of Duke Ward, raising a cloud of Dust.
Duke Ward did not move, but cautiously watched the demons opposite him, which seemed suddenly frozen, while keeping an eye on the falling figure.
As the Dust settled, the clearly dead figure appeared before everyone.
Although the body had fallen from nearly a hundred meters, it was unscathed, astonishing people with the resilience of the body and the terror of whoever inflicted the gruesome wounds.
Suddenly, his expression became fixed, as if he saw something even more horrifying than Lukar.
The stout figure, the somewhat graying hair, though riddled with scars, one could still make out the features of the face.
To be honest, not only him but also many of the nearby Nobles recognized the true identity of the body.
“Mr. Whitman?”
“It can’t be!”
“This isn’t real!!!”
…
Voices of shock and Fear rippled through the crowd, everyone unable to believe what they saw.
Hiti Whitman, the protector god of Dillon Kingdom, “Northern Fury,” had been killed?
A Legendary Strongman had been killed?
Oh God!
Duke Ward’s expression was somber; he was the last person who wanted to see this scene.
Because “Northern Fury” was his ultimate security, when the strongest person you trust most appears before you in this form, it was already quite rational of Duke Ward to just barely maintain his composure.
“This is fake, a trick of the enemy!”
Anna shouted from not far away, entirely lacking her previous aura of being a calm and collected Wise Man.
He didn’t know what had happened, nor had he seen the true face of the body, but from Duke Ward’s grim expression and the desperate cries around him, he could roughly guess what was happening.
This couldn’t be true!
At least not now!
Though the demons in front had stopped attacking for some unknown reason, their threat still persisted.
Moreover, the “Lukar” in the sky, letting everyone know about the Death of “Northern Fury” would only lower everyone’s morale, cutting off Dillon Kingdom’s last hope.
Nevertheless, Anna’s heart was still in turmoil.
What should I do, is there any other way?
Duke Ward heard Anna’s voice and reacted as well.
He suddenly covered the body in front of him with his cloak and shouted,
“Anna is right, Ice Peak City still needs our salvation.”
“We absolutely cannot allow these demons to advance any further.”
Inspired by Anna and Ward, the human army managed to rally their spirits, but it was still not as formidable as their former thunderous momentum.
Lukar, floating in the sky, surveyed the ‘ants’ below with interest, seemingly watching the final performance.
“How interesting, I didn’t expect that after I killed ‘Northern Fury’, you would still have the courage to resist me.”
“Come on, show me your pitiful strength as much as possible, amuse me.”
“Perhaps, I will grant you the opportunity to become Little Inferior Demons.”
The voice laced with thick malice rose without restraint, catching the recently encouraged human army off guard, many of whom even dropped their weapons and fell into deep despair.
“You demon!”
Anna had no trace of hope left, this was clearly an evil, insane demon.
“Ha ha!”
Lukar, feeling the waves of despair and pain from below, closed his eyes in great enjoyment.
“Come on, a little more!”
“Let this world feel the pain, feel the despair!”
“Leave behind this deep imprint!”
As Lukar finished speaking, the ‘Demon’s Gate’ began to surge again, and countless demons emerged from it.
The demons that had previously stopped their assault howled to the sky, offering their loyalty and fear to the sovereign above, then charged even more fiercely towards the human army.
The human army that had been advancing smoothly was now on the verge of collapse, almost scattered by the furious charge of the demons.
“Think of your loved ones, right behind us!”
“No one is a coward, we must kill these demons!”
Under the organization of Duke Ward and Minister Anna, the army of Dillon Kingdom managed to maintain a balance in the situation, but it was clear that this balance would soon be broken.
Lukar, not yet satisfied watching the bloodshed below, waved his hand, and countless blood lights appeared around him, falling towards the human army.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The blood-colored light fell among the troops, erupting into violent blood-red shockwaves, all nearby soldiers perished instantly, and even those slightly affected screamed in pain as they died from the corruption of the blood light.
The elite Snow Bear Soldiers and Snow Eagle Soldiers were now just like ordinary people, completely powerless to resist.
What to do? What to do?
Who can save Ice Peak City?
Duke Ward’s heart was filled with extreme urgency and anxiety.
The two sacred white lights in the distance were being eroded by the darkness, the Ice and Snow Goddess Church also appeared to have encountered an unexpected situation and had no strength left to attend to this place any longer.
For some reason, an image of a person in a black robe with a pale face suddenly appeared in Duke Ward’s mind.
The Death Secret Cult, Moriarty!
Thinking of that mysterious and terrifying force, it seemed Duke Ward could only hope for Moriarty’s earlier promise.
But… it might just be hope.
Elsewhere, Lis dodged the falling blood light attack with a grim look.
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[You have been affected by Lukar’s ‘Contaminated Blood’, recovery reduced by 50%, and you receive 1000 points of damage!]
[Enemy information panel has been refreshed!]
…
[Based on your Level, you have gained the following information!]
Name: Lukar (Demogorgon·Spirit Subbody)
Race: Human
Level: ???
Attributes: ???
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Lis looked at the words ‘Demogorgon’ on the system panel and almost blurted out a curse.
Damn, does it have to be this thrilling!
Without any hesitation, Lis pulled out a crystal ball from his storage ring.