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Chapter 863

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* Roar! *

When a bolt burning with kerosene pierced through the round belly of a five-meter tall Chaos Demon, the burning kerosene splashed and covered its entire body. The Chaos Demon couldn't help but howl in pain. The Chaos Flame at the tip of its horn flickered and gradually died out.

* Rumble … Rumble … Rumble … *

But soon, the Chaos Demon was trampled and drowned by the Chaos Demon army behind it. One after another, the Chaos Demons in ragged clothes pushed each other as they surged towards the Sylbeth Mountain Range.

"Hehehehe, conquer the Temple of the Night and enslave the werecats. I'll sleep with fifteen of them and eat one every day …"

The wild and excited roars of the Chaos Demon world were mixed in.

Catapults in the sky would hurl giant flaming boulders from time to time. The boulders tore through the sky and crashed down like a rain of arrows.

On the ground, giant boulders and logs were rolling down the Sylbeth Mountain Range. Normally, such methods of dealing with low-level lifeforms in a normal world would no longer work on a battlefield filled with level one and level two lifeforms. However, with the enormous gravitational pull of the Terra Vein Realm, any lifeform below the sacred realm that couldn't fly was facing a nightmare.

The casualties were innumerable, the Chaos Demons at the front fell one after another.

However, the Chaos Demon army of nearly a million continued to advance. They were getting closer and closer to the foot of the Sylbeth Mountain Range, to the trembling werecats hiding behind the wooden fences.

They were generally around one and a half to one and a half meters tall. Daggers and crossbows were the most common weapons among the werecats. Some werecat warriors who hadn't experienced the baptism of war couldn't even hold a dagger steadily. It had been too long since a war of this scale had taken place on Elysium. Under the protection of the Night Goddess, these werecats had long forgotten the cruelty of the ancient war and had begun to fear blood.

The werecats were a feminist society. If not for the Night Goddess's divine decree, these lowly male werecats wouldn't have the right to carry weapons on the battlefield.

Some of the elite werecats curled their lips and coldly snorted when they saw the performance of the werecats.

"Just a bunch of trash who clean houses, feed livestock, and reproduce. Forget it, they're just cannon fodder anyway. It's not a bad thing for the Temple of the Night to slow down the Chaos Demon army."

A Night Priest shrouded in the divine energy of the night said coldly as he surveyed the battlefield.

On Elysium, no temple priest could be ignored.

After careful preparations, the werecats had already set up an inescapable net in the Silbeth Mountains. Even the male werecats had been sent to the battlefield with weapons. Even this chaotic demon army of nearly a million would find it difficult to break through the fortifications and destroy the source of faith of the Church of Night in a short period of time.

It was enough to provide for the great Night Goddess and that evil bloodthirsty demon king …

No!

When the cat-human priest looked past the chaotic battlefield at the foot of the mountain and into the distant sky, her eyelids suddenly twitched. It was a Chaos Demon Saint!

There were more than a thousand seven hundred Saint-level Fiends flying over at high speed.

Apart from the Dragon Gods of the Seas, not even those highgod shrines with deep foundations would be able to gather such a large number of sacred realms within a short period of time. Yet, in the midst of the Chaotic Demon Army that had invaded Elysium, sacred realms were as densely packed as ants.

The Bloodthirsty Demon King, one of the Chaos Demon King's most trusted subordinates, was able to gather such a large number of them so easily.

Compared to such a large number of sacred realms, the mere three hundred or so sacred realms in the Silbeth Mountains seemed a little too weak.

Moreover, among these so-called three hundred or so sacred realms, there were more than a hundred Temple Priests and dozens of Night Goddesses who had temporarily gathered from the vicinity of the Silbeth Mountains.

Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum …

The massive Saint-level Chaos Demons blotted out the sky and covered the earth as they flew over. Others would be afraid, but the Night Priests who had dedicated their everything to the Temple of the Night, including their souls and lives, did not hesitate at all. Thousands of gigantic siege crossbows shot out from the mountainside, borrowing the endless divine power of the Night from the Temple.

They prayed in the morning, sang in the afternoon, and attended mass in the evening. These priests were madmen who had dedicated everything to the Night Goddess.

"For the Night Goddess!"

"For the werecats!"

"For the peace of the Silbeth Mountains!"

Under the leadership of the priests, the other sacred realms had no choice but to retreat at the last moment. They roared and charged head-on at the sacred realms of Chaos Demon Saints that ranged from a dozen centimeters to nearly a hundred meters in height.

The divine energy of the night in the priest's hand condensed into a tranquil dagger. It fused with the darkness and emitted faint divinity. As the divine energy of the night far exceeded the level of the priest's prayers, the priest's skin began to wither and mottled. It was obvious that he was burning his own life force.

"Light of the Night Goddess!"

With a 'slash' sound, the dagger flashed forward, stabbing into the chest of the Saint-level Chaos Fiend he was fighting against.

The ten-meter-tall Sanctuary-level Demon desperately tried to pull out the strange dagger, which emanated an endless stream of divine power, from its chest, but to no avail. Its strength was quickly draining away, and its skin was being torn apart and purified by the Laws of the Night. It began to dissipate like ashes.

Roar …

The Chaos Demon let out a sorrowful roar as it fell to the ground. Flames of Chaos burned at the tip of its horns and formed a self-collapsing energy ball. The energy ball emitted an astonishing amount of energy that disappeared in a flash. It was the energy of Chaos that had never been seen on Elysium.

Kaboom!

Even though he was protected by the divine energy of the night, the priest was still affected. A trace of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth. The divine energy of the dagger condensed by the divine energy of the night was clearly not as strong as before.

"For the Goddess of the Night …"

Just as he was praying, a sharp sword burning with flames suddenly flew over from afar. The flames of chaos were raging and oppressive. It came from a sacred realm demon that was even stronger than the one that had just fallen.

In a panic, the priest parried with his dagger and barely dodged the flaming sword. He suffered some damage and the divine energy of the dagger he condensed dimmed a little. His skin was covered with wrinkles.

"Ugh …"

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his back. He turned around in disbelief.

A twenty-centimeter-tall sacred realm demon was laughing maniacally as it held a heart in its hand. Its strength was rapidly draining away.

Although its offensive and defensive capabilities might surpass some level-three creatures for a short period of time by borrowing divine energy, it was ultimately just borrowing power. It could not change the nature of its life.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch! Delicious! There's actually some remnant power of the demonic king! "

The little demon excitedly swallowed the heart, mouthful by mouthful. His face was bloodstained and he looked extremely ferocious.

This was just a corner of the sky where the Temple of Night and the Bloodthirsty Demon King were fighting. The Temple of Night was clearly at a disadvantage. High Priest Herl, who had just been personally rescued by the Goddess of the Night, was watching from afar.

Tomcat looked at the many sacred realms in the sky that were on the verge of collapse. He could feel the surging divine energy of the Goddess of the Night fighting the powerful Bloodthirsty Demon King above the clouds in the distance. He slowly raised his scepter.

"Dispatch the Dragonhawks. Protect the Temple of Night at all costs."

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