Thick clouds gradually covered the sky as more and more ferocious figures climbed onto the coast.
On the coastline of Milovia, at the gaps where the divine barrier could not protect, frost elves were chanting the goddess's praises and fighting the demons.
They were fearless as they pressed forward.
At this moment, they had regained their memories of the battle in the Abyss.
Faced with the invasion of the demon army, the frost elves who had picked up their weapons had become the most tenacious warriors.
Even the elves of the other tribes in Milovia couldn't help but feel their blood boil when they saw the valiant fighting bravely. They also joined the battle.
The old elf Gando stood at the front, blocking a gap by himself.
He waved his huge staff, and his body shone brightly as he smashed the demons that tried to rush up to the ground.
The power of a peak Gold rank fully erupted, making him look like a god of war.
He was clearly a Druid, but the superb melee combat skills he had learned in the Nirvana Wasteland made him look even more ferocious.
Demons had already fallen one after another at his feet, and his robe was also soaked in dark red blood. It was unknown whether it was the demon's or his own.
Gando himself became more and more courageous as he fought. His gaze was resolute.
"My people! Block these evil monsters outside the barrier! For our home, for our loved ones behind us! Kill! "
He raised his staff and roared.
"Kill!"
The other frost elves also roared and cut down the demons that rushed up.
That surging aura caused even the charging demons to feel a chill run down their spines. They seized the opportunity and killed them with a flip of their hands.
More and more demons were climbing onto the coast, and the previous tsunami had already depleted the city's divine barrier to the point that it was on the verge of collapse.
But at this moment, the coastal city of Milovia had turned into a sturdy city, standing tall under the siege of the demon army.
Gando roared and smashed down another demon that tried to rush into the city. He then looked outside the city.
The biting cold sea breeze blew, messing up his hair and beard. His gaze towards the demon army became more and more serious.
Too many …
There were too many invading demons!
As far as the eye could see, from the beach in front of them to the endless shore, there were figures of demons landing everywhere.
Such a number was not inferior to the large-scale Black Tide in the Abyssal Plane.
However, compared to the Black Tide formed by imps and abyssal monsters with limited intelligence, the strength of the demon army before them was much more powerful …
Casualties began to appear among the clansmen around him.
Many of the Frost Elves that followed Gando to defend the city had already fallen.
Gando's eyes turned red as he watched his clansmen collapse under the siege of the demons.
However, the fierce battle did not allow him to grieve for his clansmen who had died in battle.
All he could do was block the gap where the most demons were invading and stop the Demon Lords that the other clansmen could not contend against …
The power of an upper Gold-rank was something that was looked up to even among the demons.
Gandalf stood on top of the mountain of demon corpses with his back against the broken wall.
His majestic and heroic figure even made the demons surrounding him reveal some fear in their eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, none of the demons dared to charge at him.
Until there was a faint commotion on the side of the demons, the fully armed Sea Demons moved to the sides and reverently made a path for him.
Then, a four-meter-tall demon appeared in front of Gandalf.
Looking at the fine armor of the other party and sensing the extremely oppressive aura, the old elf's face suddenly turned ugly …
"Legend …"
His eyes were solemn.
Demon Monarch!
The one who appeared in front of him was actually a Legend Demon Monarch!
The Demon Monarch that looked like a sea monster sized up Gandalf with interest. There was a hint of mockery on his ugly face.
Then, he threw his weapon to his subordinate and put one hand behind his back. He stretched out his other hand and slightly bent his palm towards Gandalf.
Gandalf instantly understood the other party's intention.
It was a challenge for a one-on-one.
The other party did not use a weapon and only used one hand to fight him one-on-one.
Gandalf's expression turned serious and then he sneered:
"One-on-one? Haha, just as well. I've lived for so long and have never fought with a Legend! "
Then, his expression suddenly became ferocious:
"Today, let me see the strength of a Legend!"
After saying that, Gandalf roared and his body flickered with the radiance of magic. He raised his staff and rushed towards the Demon Monarch.
The two instantly engaged in a battle.
Although the battle between high-grade professions was not as earth-shattering as that of legends, one was a peak Gold rank powerhouse who was only a step away from becoming a Legend, and the other was a Legend who had already begun to control a domain. Therefore, the fluctuations caused by the battle were quite terrifying.
For a moment, Gandalf and the Demon Monarch became the focus of the battlefield.
Gandalf waved his staff. The staff flickered with the radiance of magic as it smashed towards the Demon Monarch again and again. At the same time, vines drilled out from the ground and constantly entangled the Demon Monarch. That was Gandalf's instant control magic.
For a moment, the Demon Monarch who was holding a one-hand advantage was actually at a disadvantage under his series of attacks and kept retreating …
However, a Legend was still a Legend. The moment Gandalf's series of attacks ended, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes and he grabbed the staff in his hand.
Gandalf was shocked. He used all his strength but found that he could not move the staff at all.
After that, the Demon Monarch lightly swung his staff, and Gando felt an irresistible force coming from the staff. He was flung away along with his staff until he hit the wall behind him, creating a large hole in the wall before he stopped.
Gandalf slid to the ground and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
His face was pale and he vaguely felt that his ribs might be broken.
"Lord Gandalf!"
Behind him, the other frost elves called out worriedly.
"I'm fine …"
Gandalf gritted his teeth and said, then used his staff to support himself on the ground and stood up again.
The Demon Monarch was still standing not far away, his eyes full of mockery.
At this time, although Gandalf was unwilling, he had to admit that there was an insurmountable gap between a Gold rank and a Legend rank. Apart from the Megalosaurus, a Gold race with extraordinary talents, no one could fight above their rank.
But even if he could not defeat the opponent, Gandalf had to fight.
He had to stall for time, he had to hold on as long as possible …
Milovia's Divine Spell defensive barrier was flawed because the city did not expect to be invaded.
However, the other cities in the Elven Forest had better Divine Spell defensive barriers.
Right after the start of the war, the Frost Elves had already sent their people to the City of Heaven's Chosen to ask for reinforcements, as well as for a better defensive core.
It was very likely that a new defensive core had already been transported to the temple.
As long as they could hold on until the Divine Spell defensive barrier was renewed, let alone a Legend, even a Legend would be stopped for a while!
Gandalf's eyes flashed with a trace of decisiveness.
He struggled to stand up and silently chanted an incantation.
Light green photons converged on his body, and his injuries began to quickly recover …
But along with the recovery of his injuries, his hair was getting whiter and whiter, and the wrinkles on his face were getting more and more.
[Holy Healing]
This was a Divine Spell that could heal injuries in an instant. No matter how serious the injury was, it could be healed in an instant.
The price was overdrawing one's life potential …
At this moment, Gandalf seemed to have aged a few decades.
But his eyes were still bright.
He roared again and rushed toward the Demon Monarch …
A trace of surprise flashed in the Demon Monarch's eyes.
He gently stretched out his hand, grabbed Gandalf's staff again, and threw the old elf out.
With a loud bang, Gandalf once again broke a wall, stirring up a burst of dust …
But soon, he stood up again.
"Again!"
He shouted and rushed toward the Demon Monarch.
He attacked again and again, and fell down again and again.
Gandalf did not know how long he lasted.
Until he could no longer use even a little bit of magic power.
The place where the two fought had been completely turned into ruins. Gandalf shakily climbed up from the ground with the help of his cracked staff …
His staff was broken, his hair and beard were white, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as carvings.
He was a lamp that had run out of oil.
However, his gaze toward the Demon Monarch did not change.
He raised his staff with difficulty and pointed at the Demon Monarch with trembling fingers.
"Again …"
The Demon Monarch's gaze finally moved.
He looked down at the old elf with an inexplicable expression.
"Elf … your name."
He suddenly asked with a hoarse and low voice.
It was the common language of Segers that he was not very familiar with.
Gandalf raised his head, his gaze firm and fearless.
"Gandalf … Gandalf Frost."
"Gandalf Frost, huh …"
The Demon Monarch chuckled.
"I'll remember it."
After saying that, he gently raised his hand.
"My name is Toskar."
As soon as he said that, a dark purple light bloomed from his body. Faintly, with the Demon Monarch as the core, an obscure fluctuation spread out …
In the next moment, the area within a radius of several hundred meters was covered by a layer of shadow.
Domain.
At this moment, the Demon Monarch used his Legendary Domain!
Cold and evil.
When Gan Duo sensed the sudden surge of power from his opponent's body as well as the increasingly strong confinement force around him, Gan Duo's heart suddenly calmed down.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:
So … this is the Legendary Domain?
The Demon Monarch walked toward Gandalf.
And Gandalf had already lost control of his body in the Legendary Domain.
Sensing the other party's despair-inducing strength, Gando sighed inwardly.
It's over …
He had done his best.
The Demon Monarch arrived in front of the old elf.
He reached out, lifted Gan Duo up, and choked him by the neck.
Gandalf felt a sense of suffocation wash over him like a tide, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
In this blurred state, the past quickly flashed through his mind …
There was the scene of him hunting monsters with his father when he was young.
After becoming an adult, he was baptized by Lady Aurora and became a devout Nature Priestess.
After becoming a Head Priestess, he led his tribe to survive in the Nirvana Wasteland.
There were also scenes of him and Heaven's Chosen Child, Cyber, migrating together with him and fighting on the Cliff of Sorrows.
In the end, he returned to the Sergs World and participated in the harvest festival celebration. He stood on the hillside and admired the sunrise and sunset in the sea with Cyber. He chatted and entertained with the other Chosen Ones in his tavern, bragging, and drinking …
In the end, all of this turned into a gorgeous light.
Indistinctly, Gando seemed to see the goddess smiling at him.
Ah …
It's all over …
Am I going to return to the embrace of the Goddess?
He felt a sense of loss. He lowered his hands and gave up his last resistance.
However, as his consciousness gradually blurred, a voice in his heart kept repeating:
Are you willing?
Gandalf, are you willing?
Are you willing …
Gandalf sighed.
How … could he be willing?
He had yet to see the only granddaughter of his deceased friend, the obedient and adorable Elf Girl Estelle, become an adult.
He had yet to fulfill his promise to teach the Chosen One, Nainai, who had become his disciple not long ago …
He had yet to brew the best Elf Flower Tea in the entire Elf Forest and offer it as a sacrifice to the Goddess …
How … could he be willing?
No …
He was not willing!
Those familiar faces flashed through his mind. The unwillingness in Gandalf's heart grew stronger …
No.
He could not fall now!
The war was not over. He still had countless tribe members behind him. How could he die here?
He had yet to fulfill his promise. He had too many regrets. How could he give up so easily?
No …
He would never!
Gradually, there seemed to be a light in his heart. This light quickly turned into a blazing flame that burned in Gandalf's chest.
All of a sudden, Gando recalled the oath he made in front of the Goddess when he first became the chief priest.
"My name is Gandalf …"
"From now on, everything I have will belong to the great Mother Goddess and the great Frost Tribe."
"From now on, I will be fearless. I will lead my tribe members forward in the darkness in search of light."
"I will fight until the last moment. My life is endless. My footsteps … will never stop!"
A strong desire to fight surged in his heart. Suddenly, Gandalf seemed to hear something shatter in his body.
The next moment, an unprecedented power surged into his limbs. He suddenly opened his eyes.
A golden light bloomed on Gandalf's body. The surrounding magic power frantically gathered toward him and rushed into his body. It healed his injuries and transformed his body. Moreover, there seemed to be some mysterious intent in it.
That … was the power of laws.
His aura suddenly rose to a height he had never reached before.
At this moment, Gandalf felt like he could do anything.
Under the shocked gaze of the Devil Monarch, Gandalf suddenly roared and broke free from his control before sending him flying with a punch.
Standing on the ground again, the whistling sea breeze blew away Gandalf's white hair.
His robe was in tatters, but he stood straight.
Raising his magic staff again, Gandalf's body surged with light and a powerful aura kept rising.
The wrinkles on his face were still deep, but the sickly pale complexion had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a rosy complexion.
The golden light spread around Gandalf, quickly forming a warm domain.
Within that domain, one could feel a heart-warming power, as well as an exuberant vitality and fighting spirit.
Gandalf's gaze was firm.
He looked at the Devil Monarch with a fighting spirit.
"Again!"
"Now … I'm also a Legend."
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