"Achoo!"
On the other side of the city, in a dark sewer, Harvey suddenly sneezed. He touched his nose, and his hands didn't stop moving. He quickly cleaned up the center of the altar that was in operation. With the help of his long-term study of the occult, he could barely understand these complex spells, and the work he was doing now didn't require him to fully understand these things.
After all, it was much easier to destroy than to build.
Behind him, a great battle was going on. The attackers were crazy ninjas in red clothes, and the defenders were the Death Knights who finally demonized in front of outsiders for the first time.
This guy's demonization was quite strange. Not only did he not become bigger and more intimidating like the other knights, but after demonizing, he had a fleeting feeling. He had no legs, and the armor on his body was replaced by an unknown black robe. His whole person looked like a black death god floating in the air.
There were curved horns on his head, and the battle axe in his hand had turned into a slender black death scythe. Seven floating Demon Eyes rotated around him like a shield, and also like the floating cannons deployed by some advanced fighter jets. Every time he fired, he could easily pierce through the obstacles in front of him.
The crazy ninjas waved the weapons in their hands, but pure physical attacks were useless against him. The sharp blades pierced into his body, and there was only a feeling of emptiness. Only offensive ninja spells could hit him, but compared to the speed of his body's recovery, these attacks were weak and powerless.
"Death! Follow like a shadow! "
He shouted shameful slogans, and opened his left claw. The energy of the dark bullet curtain dodged the ninjas, and some of them were forcibly imprisoned in place. In the next second, the illusory figure disappeared. When it reappeared, it had divided into more than ten identical shadows, and appeared behind the ninjas who were dodging with difficulty. The slender scythes in their hands were like falling leaves in the air, or like crops that had been cut by the scythe. Silently, the heads of the ninjas who were good at fighting were chopped off.
"You can't even withstand a single blow!"
The illusory figure quickly returned, projecting his floating body back to its original spot. After absorbing more souls, the Halo of Fear around his body became even brighter, causing the ninjas who entered the range of the Halo of Fear to suffer mental damage. At his feet, the corpses of hundreds of demons and ninjas piled up into a small mountain.
Rare Pure Magic Complete Demonization – Soul Demon Lord Form
Bang!
The rune dagger in Harvey's hand followed the central axis of the magic circle and stabbed into the altar before him without hesitation. The summoning altar seemed to have been forcefully interrupted and shattered the dark energy above it. In the blink of an eye, the dark energy shrunk rapidly like a black hole and collapsed inwards, engulfing everything in its surroundings.
After destroying yet another altar, Harvey clapped his hands in satisfaction as he looked at the completely extinguished altar in front of him. He then shouted to Death behind him, "Hey!
"Kill them quickly! Don't fight! According to Desolate, we have to destroy at least one-third of the altars to slow down the city's decay. Time is tight, and the task is too heavy. "
"Wait a moment!"
Death nodded and held the black scythe with both hands. The dark green magic fire flowed along the scythe to the blade, drawing a diagonal slash in the air. The magic fire expanded wildly in front of his eyes, and in an instant, it covered all the space in the sewer, forcing the rest of the ninjas to hide in a corner, and then Death's Harvest was once again done.
A moment later, Death, who had removed his demonization, carried his battle axe and followed behind Harvey. He said with some dissatisfaction,
"I'm looking forward to a stronger challenge, not killing these weak demons here."
Harvey flipped the coin again, not minding it at all.
"Go east. When we're done with our business, you can kill however you want! Oh, by the way, if you need a piece of good news … I just sensed that your master seems to have returned. "
Thanks to Harvey's mysterious divination skills, the two unplanned fellows managed to evade the frenzied werewolves and vampires in the sewers. In this labyrinth that had at least 500 pages of blueprints, they were like fish in the vast ocean, and birds in the vast sky. If there wasn't a fellow who was also proficient in divination, no one would be able to catch them.
However, unlike the dead silence in the sewers, the city above was nurtured by the spiritual energy of the Demonic Realm. Every street, every pile of ruins, and even the sky were filled with demons that were born and bred in the Demonic Realm. They could smell the scent of flesh and blood, and the scent of souls. Just like what Daitengu told Saber, the creatures of the Demonic Realm were born from evil. Don't expect them to be friendly with outsiders. The only reaction they could make was war.
Crazy, destructive, and murderous war.
"Hold on! Where's the support? "
Amidst the hail of bullets, the crimson night sky was torn apart and illuminated. Fully demonized, Sergei cut down a stone monster that lunged at him with a swing of his axe. Glancing at the exhausted warrior beside him, Sergei ignored the blood on his face and carried him to the rear. Then, he turned around and roared at the firing point at the rear.
"I need support! All you need to do is to open fire! Don't stop! Fire until the last bullet is gone! "
"Bang bang bang bang!"
In the very next second, the gunners whose faces were covered in soot quickly reloaded the cartridges that were soaked in holy water. The roar of the autocannons once again resounded at the edge of the docks. After entering the Demonic World Rift, the intensity of the battle became extremely frenzied. Even with the help of the mortals who had obtained the black stones and endured the pain, the frontlines were in danger against the seemingly endless daemon army.
"Damn it! We don't have enough manpower! "
The Port Authority's staff began to take part in the logistics of the battlefield. Under the leadership of their officers, they began to contribute their strength to the defense of the port.
"Let the residents get busy too!"
Sergues grabbed a glass of water and poured it into his mouth. He commanded loudly through the communication device that was barely functional, "There are enough weapons in the warehouse. Arm them first and teach them how to make a simplified version of holy water. The frontline won't hold for long. We can't protect them all. Let them learn how to protect themselves!"
"Yes, sir!"
No one knew when it started, but The Devil Gang had become a symbol of Gotham City. Living in the port meant safety and peace. Of course, this peace was built under the powerful rule of The Devil Gang. The rules here were harsher than the other districts. For Americans who were born with freedom, not everyone would choose to move to the port for a peaceful life.
In the rumors, The Devil Gang's image had always been a mixture of black and white. No one would think that they were Gotham's saviors. However, when faced with a life-threatening situation, the first thing that ordinary people would think of was The Devil Gang, who had the ability to protect the safety of the area. This was a paradox. But no matter what, in this moment of crisis, including the 1.2 million people who originally lived here, The Devil Gang had protected nearly 1.4 million people in this corner of the city. This was undeniable.
And this was pretty much the majority of the city's survivors.
After this disaster lasted for almost two days, Gotham only had a quarter of its original population left. It was a massacre that no one had ever heard of before. Even the small hell that the clown had placed his hopes on would not be able to recover the population of Gotham in a short amount of time. The scars left on the city from this massacre would take at least ten years to recover, and the worst thing was … it might never recover from this.
"Who's that?!"
Sergues grabbed the axe covered in green blood and walked to the front line. But when he turned his head, he sensed that something wasn't right near the firing point behind the front line. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously ran in that direction. Magic fire wrapped around the axe in his hand, and he swung it at the guys who were hiding, forcing one of them out of the shadows.
Seeing the iconic red ninja uniform, Sergues flew into a rage.
"It's you again! You bastards from the Hand! You're actually working with demons! Damn it! "
He swung the axe at the Hand ninja's head and threw it far away. Blood sprayed out and dyed the dirty ground red. But just as he was about to cut down another guy, a figure tore through the darkness and walked out from a higher place behind him. With a wave of his hand, the ninja Sergues had locked onto was pulled into the shadows by the power of darkness.
His entire body was shrouded in dark energy. He was wearing a ferocious battle suit, and his arms were wrapped in blade-shaped gauntlets. Behind him, a cloak made of dark energy fluttered. Under the scarlet light, this guy crossed his arms. There was only a trace of deathly stillness on the Night Demon's faceplate.
"Black Sky!"
Sergues cried out when he saw the shadow. When he went to New York to attack the Hand, Sergues had seen with his own eyes the Black Sky who looked like Erica. That body which was completely possessed by a shadow beast and which could be revived every time it was killed was definitely the most troublesome opponent he had ever encountered. But it wasn't Erica who had appeared this time, but someone else.
A former guardian, a vanguard of justice who had sworn to protect the poor with the law and his own strength. But after losing everything he had protected, he had completely fallen into the darkness because of his hatred for himself.
"It seems that you've already experienced the power of the shadow beast."
Murdoch's eyes didn't regain their light, but he indeed didn't need the cane anymore. Standing on the edge of the battlefield, the shadow beast which had returned gave him endless senses, so that he didn't need to rely on sound to "see" everything in front of him clearly.
"I am the master of Shadow Domain. Gotham is destined to become the most perfect Shadow Domain in history. Step forward and offer your loyalty, warrior … For this, I can let you and everyone behind you go, even the civilians who can only hide in the darkness!"
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I have no interest in their lives."
"You're asking me to surrender? It seems that you haven't experienced the power of The Devil Gang, child … "
Sergues stretched his shoulders and weapons. The next moment, he curled up his legs and slammed into Murdoch like a cannonball. His voice was like thunder.
"The Devil Gang will never surrender!"
"Bang!"
Murdoch swung his left fist and punched Sergues's heavy axe. Like driving away a fly, Sergues was sent back to his original position. The master of Shadow Domain opened his hands. The next moment, under the scarlet light, the black distorted shadows behind every warrior who was still holding on were given a physical form. They rolled out of the darkness and swayed their bodies, strangling their masters' necks and hanging them in the air.
"Wherever the flame goes, the shadow never disappears. Wherever there is a shadow, that is my domain."
Matt Murdoch, who had accepted the power of the shadow beast, opened his arms and took a step forward. He fell from the sky. The shadow cloak behind him was like a pair of wings, carrying him slowly down. He walked to Sergues, who had been lifted into the air by the shadows. He raised his head and "looked" at the struggling Sergues.
"You're fighting me on my home ground … Who gave you the courage?"
He shook his head.
"The Devil Gang never surrenders? Alright, I admire people with tough bones the most. Since that's the case, let's use the fall of this last fortress to bury the last light of this city. Your deaths will be the first cornerstone of the Shadow Domain's establishment! "
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the line of defense at the entrance of the dock was broken by the attacks of the monsters who had been stimulated by flesh and blood. The billowing turbid flood drowned everything, squeezing through the line of defense and surging towards the dock area behind everyone. There were 1.4 million people hiding there. It was a good place for all the monsters in the city to have a good meal again.
Rob! Kill! Destroy all of this!
Facing the sea of monsters, Murdoch opened his arms like a neurotic madman. Behind him, the exhausted warriors clenched their weapons tightly. The ordinary people who helped to transport the armaments could not help but clench the spears in their hands. This was their last resistance in the face of destruction. The master of Shadow Domain flapped his wings and floated into the sky. He shouted loudly as if drunk.
"Despair has come, the demons are crying; extinguish, extinguish, the Lord of Darkness is coming!"
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burning meteor fell from the sky, smashing into the front of the broken line of defense with infinite power. The noisy flames surged and engulfed all the monsters running around. Amid their screams and howls, a sharp wind blew, dyeing the monsters running forward into a sea of blood in an instant. Between the broken limbs, a pair of huge dark bat wings spread out on the ground. The lightning blades danced wildly, cutting down the remaining monsters one by one. A low voice sounded in the ears of the master of Shadow Domain.
"Lord of Darkness? Are you going to call me that? That's too unpleasant. Call me … Overlord! "
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