At 2: 4 AM on December 7th, FT8, the Holy War that had been brewing for so long finally erupted. The pitch-black clouds that covered the Moonwheel Capital for the past four days suddenly dispersed. However, what the elves saw was no longer the bright moonlight and night sky of the past.
Blood-red moonlight was shining down upon the land. Fierce winds brought with them the stench of sulfur and rotting flesh. In the sky, the elves could faintly hear the laughter of demons.
Not far away, it was as if stars were falling from the sky. Starlight gathered in several gathering spots. This was a protective star net created by the God of Fate and the Moon Goddess. Every invader that entered the mortal plane without permission would be marked by this net.
This was a super forbidden spell that caused two powerful Gods to instantly become Mid Divine Powers. Not only could it mark dimensional invaders, the brightness and scattering of the starlight would also indicate the enemy's strength and number.
Scales that could detect dimensional invaders weren't any expensive or rare item. The Contract Heroes used small compasses and compasses to hunt for their prey. Large cities used compasses and compasses to guard against evil cultists and dimensional invaders. But in the main hall of the Moonwheel Capital, there were far too many blinking red dots that compasses became meaningless.
Tens of millions. When the densely packed red dots finally connected and covered the entire map, all the counting had lost its meaning.
The highly polluted power of Chaos caused everyone's vision to naturally be covered in a layer of red light. Fighting under this blood-red moonlight would greatly increase the chances of losing reason and going berserk. At the end of everyone's vision, numerous bonfires and fireballs lit up the night sky. The Fire Elves that had lost all sense of reason were wantonly releasing their heat. Every forest they passed through became a field of fire. And right now, even the most loving Druil didn't dare to criticize the Fire Elves for destroying nature.
"Starlight Fall!"
The first wave of defensive magic was activated, causing the sky to open up again. Countless meteors rained down, accompanied by endless screams and furious roars. But in the next instant, everything returned to normal. The only difference was that the blood-red eyes kept flashing in the dark night, as if they were laughing at the elves' powerlessness.
When the forbidden spell's light faded, two bright stars appeared in the sky before the elves, flashing with a murderous red light. And when the meteors' fiery light faded, even the bravest ranger was so frightened that he dropped his bow.
Those weren't stars, they were just a pair of eyeballs of the black giant.
The black giant was as huge as a mountain. He slowly moved forward. Although he was still dozens of kilometers away, the black giant's figure could be seen in every corner of the city wall. Every step he took caused the earth to tremble in fear.
A black wind that carried the stench of the Abyss drove away the dark clouds, and the blood-red moonlight illuminated the pitch-black plains. Behind him, countless monsters from nightmares crawled out. Some of them were legends, some were unimaginable, and all of them had turned into reality.
There was a centipede giant with hundreds of feet and hundreds of heads, an Inferno Demon that stomped on a path of sulfur, a giant white wolf that brought hurricanes with its breath, a disgusting piece of filthy meat, and a horde of inferno dragons that breathed thunder flames. Not a single one of these behemoths was the same, but it was obvious that they were all at the top of the food chain.
The valiant elf game sucked in a breath of cold air. The hunter who had once hunted down a giant dragon was also trembling. An army of this scale had already surpassed the scope of mortals' understanding. This was an opponent of the gods!
The tall black giant lifted his head, glanced at the blood moon that was like a watcher, and finally pulled out his obsidian greatsword, pointing to the distance.
"Kill them all."
The sound of thunder reverberated throughout the entire space. Even though it was clearly just a simple explanation, it was as if it was narrating the truth of the world. Even the elves who were being pointed at by the sword instantly lost the will to resist.
The black ocean around him finally began to move. They were like countless tiny insects, but the ranger's eagle eyes gave him a despairing conclusion — each of these tiny insects was a giant demon that was more than three meters tall.
These demons and magical beasts had been following their master all this time. It was just that the black giant and his army were far too powerful, causing everyone to ignore the equally dangerous existences that were watching him.
Even if these demons were only cannon fodder, they would still be cannon fodder in a battle between gods. They would still be fatal to mortals.
A gigantic demon battle beast walked out from the demon army. However, its body was covered in black "ants". Even the shortest of these "ants" was more than ten meters tall. These demons didn't need any siege equipment. All they needed to do was to touch the city walls and toss the demons onto them.
The Chaos Demon Lord seemed to dislike the "ants" for blocking its path. The berserk Chaos Demon Lord grabbed the "ants", stuffed them into its mouth with one hand, and tossed them away with the other.
The demons struggled powerlessly in midair. Most of them were smashed into meat paste before they even reached the city walls. However, a few managed to pass over the city walls, causing quite a bit of chaos.
A gigantic Inferno Demon Lord took advantage of this opportunity to transform into a meteor and land on the city walls. However, a few demons managed to pass over the city walls, causing quite a bit of chaos.
"Warriors! Even Donatis, the Chaos War God, will never be able to destroy our final home! "
Under the blood moon, a beautiful figure wearing a white silk robe on a tall tower on the city walls attracted quite a bit of attention. The silver bow in her hand was surrounded by the moonlight, and mana waves were like tidal waves. It was evident that this was an incredibly powerful God Equipment.
"Your Highness Afina!"
When the warriors recognized that this was their Empress Afina, their morale increased even more.
At the same time, numerous mage towers lit up as fireballs and flame explosions shot towards the beast wave. Every single attack was at least at the level of a 9-circle spell.
The moment that the demon wave began, the Aichy Plane had also entered an era of high magic. Magic spells of the same level would now be at least twice as powerful as magic spells of the past!
Since both sides were still quite far away, the elven archers didn't intend to waste their arrows. However, the elven archmages used the buff from the mage towers to choose the simplest and most practical battlefield fire magic. Numerous fireballs ignited the beast wave.
However, the distant Chaos War God didn't move at all. His statue-like expression didn't change at all. It was as if the enemy before him wasn't even able to attract his attention. However, as far as he could see, the black beast wave around him was moving even faster.
Before the first beast wave reached the Moonwheel Capital's city walls, countless treants stood up outside the Moonwheel Capital's city walls. They blew their ancient horns, causing the entire forest to come to life. All the trees transformed into treants and joined the ranks of the Moonwheel Capital's defenders.
The rangers jumped onto the treants' branches. Some even brought their ballistas with them. Everyone knew that they were nothing more than ants in a battle against the behemoths. However, they would use their lives to make up for the treants' slow speed and lack of long-range attacks.
Both sides got closer, closer, and closer. When the black sea of arrows collided with the green moving city walls, all the elves forgot to breathe.
Countless arrows descended from the treetops in beautiful arcs. Every arrow perfectly pierced through a demon's head. Before the elven rangers could even be proud of their excellent archery skills, the demons that had their heads pierced through didn't die. These demons fervently searched for their enemies and attacked. No matter if they met an enemy or not, they unhesitatingly used the most powerful explosion even if they touched the city walls.
A thousand-year-old treant collapsed first. This treant didn't die to a demon's attack. Instead, it was killed by a dense horde of demon war slaves. This treant was no longer able to maintain its balance. The ranger standing on top of this treant was torn to shreds before it even collapsed.
At its feet, berserk demon war slaves self-destructed one after another. These ancient treants were famed for their thick skin and flesh, but they were instantly reduced to dust the moment they knelt.
These ancient treants were trash among demon war slaves. They were cannon fodder among cannon fodder. Their merciless commander had ordered them to unhesitatingly sacrifice their own lives.
In Donatis' eyes, commanding such foolish and weak creatures was something shameful to begin with. He unhesitatingly ordered the treants to do their best to destroy their enemies before they died in battle.
Five minutes. In a short five minutes, the demon war slaves sacrificed everything in order to self-destruct. Large batches of hundred-year and thousand-year-old treants collapsed. These ancient treants were the elves' final line of defense, but they were as weak as paper.
Finally, the moon elves blew their horns. Silver-armored knights riding silver unicorns and other God Beasts charged out. Meanwhile, their allies, the treants, began retreating back into the city walls.
Originally, the elves had intended to use the powerful treants to stop the demon wave's attack and increase their own side's morale at all costs. However, they were now using elite treants in exchange for the enemy's cannon fodder. Naturally, they were at a major disadvantage.
In a short five minutes, more than 30% of the treants had died. Almost five hundred treants had collapsed on their way back to the city walls, never to rise again. More than a thousand elven rangers had died along with them.
Even humans wouldn't be able to afford such a sacrifice, not to mention the elves, who were individually strong but had fewer members.
In this instant, the demons used their actions to tell the elves what an eternal Holy War truly was, and what an unstoppable demon wave truly was.
"… Will we be able to win?"
If this was Donatis's initial display of strength, then he had already succeeded. Now, even the most optimistic elves were beginning to doubt if they could survive.
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