The entire Coldpath dimension was a huge historical treasure trove. At first, Hao Ren did not know what kind of ruins this place was. But based on his two years of experience in digging graves and collecting corpses, he knew that this place was worth investigating. So he made a relatively cautious and safe plan of action. His intuition told him that these seemingly dilapidated palaces were hiding secrets, and he had to do everything possible to preserve their original appearance. So he suppressed the idea of using the Petrachelys and other weapons of mass destruction.
The demon king's legion was enough to deal with this incident. Thanks to the sturdiness of Coldpath, the battle between the demon hunters and the legion soldiers would not damage anything here. But if the Petrachelys and the armed drones were involved, things would be different.
It turned out that his intuition was right to be cautious.
The demon hunters had been studying the endless secrets of Coldpath for thousands of years. Everything here was made by a true god. Although they had been blown to pieces, the fragments of divine artifacts were still enough to drive the mortal civilization crazy. The thirteen sages and the Council of Elders had explored every temple and tower for thousands of years, dug out everything they could collect and move, and put them all in the collection of the Netherrealm Clock Tower. Now these treasures had become Hao Ren's new target.
Hao Ren stood in front of the big hole at the end of the palace, where the goddess had fallen. He looked down at the twisted and torn ground and could still vaguely recognize the dent where the Gilded Disc had once been. He bent down and carefully examined the ground within a few meters of the dent. Vivian was curious. "What are you looking for?" she asked.
"Bloodstains," Hao Ren said without looking up. "When the goddess was killed, her blood flowed along the Gilded Disc and onto the ground. The bloodstains on the Gilded Disc became the original sin, but … the blood on the ground seems to have disappeared. "
"Maybe the demon hunters who live here wiped it off when they were cleaning," Vivian muttered.
"Do you really think that's possible?" Hao Ren rolled his eyes. "That's God's blood."
Vivian was a little uneasy. "I don't think the bloodstains are anything good. Think about it, the bloodstains on the Gilded Disc became the original sin. The innate hostility between the otherworldlings on Earth was caused by the bloodstains. This place is even more evil. It's the scene of the goddess' murder. I think it's much more 'original sin' than the Gilded Disc, right?"
"The specific process of God's blood becoming the carrier of the original sin is still unclear. This is something that can't be explained with scientific logic." Hao Ren clapped his hands and stood up. "So not every blood stain will necessarily carry the original sin, but what is certain is that every blood stain will not disappear into thin air."
Although he said that, he also knew that these things were difficult to verify. The bloodstains on the ground had indeed disappeared, along with the black sword that assassinated the goddess. Now he could only pin his hopes on the Netherrealm Clock Tower. Hopefully, the ancient demon hunters had found these things and kept them safe.
Vivian was a little emotional. "These guys have camped in the place where the goddess of creation fell for so many years. I really don't know if I should say it's lucky or not. Things are unpredictable … I'm afraid I was' born 'in one of the palaces here, right? "
Hao Ren glanced at Vivian, thinking that her real body was actually the divine blood life created by the goddess of creation before her fall. He nodded with a subtle expression. "Maybe … Maybe the goddess of creation created you in one of the rooms here. Shall we go look for it? "
"Don't be silly," Vivian waved her hand. "Who remembers when they were born? My eyes hadn't even grown yet."
Hao Ren smiled. He stood in front of the palace wall and looked out into the darkness. In the darkness, he could see the ruins of other buildings floating in the distance. The ruins were floating in the endless nothingness, filled with a desolate atmosphere under the mysterious starlight at the edge of the space, just like the palaces of the gods floating among the stars in myths. Flashes of light jumped between these palaces, and occasionally there were dense explosions over a building. The demon king's legion and the 'normal demon hunters' were organizing waves of counterattacks. At least ten troops were attacking the various strongholds of Coldpath at the same time. Although things had calmed down here, the front line was still fighting fiercely.
He looked at the square outside the palace, from where he could see one-third of the square. Brutalus was leading the soldiers to regroup. The demons, who were almost tireless in the battle, were ready to take advantage of the momentum to attack a nearby energy node. Now that the legion's teleportation portal had been opened, the demons were rubbing their hands in front of the gate, excitedly waiting for the next battle.
Hao Ren retracted his gaze and looked at the red mark on his hand that had dimmed.
There were hundreds of ruins in Coldpath, and the ruins of various palaces were floating in this space. When Lanina decided on the first batch of targets, she had six options. In addition to Brutalus' team, there were actually five legions that had set off for other theatres of war. But Hao Ren finally chose this place, and after entering the palace, all his movements were almost exactly the same as what he had experienced in the illusion. Even at the last moment, Vivian was standing in the place where the goddess of creation had fallen, and he was standing in the place where he had seen this scene in the illusion.
This series of events was completely beyond the realm of coincidence.
It was almost as if something was arranged in the dark.
Hao Ren used to not believe in evil, but since he became the landlord of a group of demons and ghosts, he had completely fallen into the realm of evil and could not extricate himself. So at this moment, he had no doubt that everything he had experienced in Coldpath was meaningful.
Perhaps the internal strife of the demon hunters and the thirteen sages in the Netherrealm Clock Tower were all secondary. The only purpose of everything that happened here was to attract him here, to let him stand here at this moment.
"Are you the one who arranged this …" He clenched his fists. The red scar caused by touching the God's blood had now completely dimmed, but he still felt a slight heat coming from his skin, as if it was responding to something.
The demon king's legion's march in the Coldpath dimension was in full swing.
Twenty-four hours after the first army entered Coldpath, the follow-up legions all arrived as planned. The Stellar Spire was open for a day and a night, and finally, 100,000 troops were welcomed into the sacred land of the demon hunters.
The fierce battle on the front line did not stop the moment the counterattack began. The allied forces of the demon king were veterans of the cruelest battlefield in their homeworld. They knew very well how to completely crush the enemy's will to resist. They formed three echelons of dozens of battalions, constantly attacking the strongholds of the demon hunters. The tireless demons were the main force of the attack, while the other races, who were good at building positions, kept pushing their own strongholds forward, not giving the demon hunters a chance to fight back and breathe.
Lanina, the succubus, was in command of the overall situation. She was worthy of her title as the chief think tank of the demon king. Although she had no sense of direction, her ability in war was really amazing. Although Coldpath was a strange place for the demon king's army, the succubus military counselor still grasped the situation and characteristics of the battlefield in a short period of time. After a few tests, she figured out the general strength of the Council of Elders. She always weakened the enemy's defense with the most appropriate force. When the enemy was tired from the constant defensive battle, she would sweep the battlefield with the overwhelming main force, eliminating all the hidden dangers at once and leaving no hope for the enemy to fight back.
When Hao Ren first met Lanina, he only thought that she was just a little eccentric, occasionally confused, and easy-going succubus. But after learning about the war on the front line, he really got to know this think tank of the demon king's army. She was a standard demoness with a cunning and strong attacking style. Her cunning side came from her succubus bloodline, and her strong tactics were the result of Y 'zaks' education.
Boom! Boom!
Green light bullets fired by the demonic cannons fell on the defense line of the Council of Elders. Smoke billowed from the broken palace not far away. Under the continuous bombardment, the shield over the palace was on the verge of collapse. These shields were built by the demon hunters with their own magic technology. They were not as strong as the structure of the palace itself. In the face of the heavy firepower of the demon king's army, their resistance was weak.
This was one of the last strongholds of the Council of Elders. In the words of Elder Gregowen, the Netherrealm Clock Tower would basically be without an army after it was destroyed.
Hao Ren and his team stood behind the demon army, looking at the battle in the distance. There was no need for them to intervene in this kind of battlefield.
Just when Hao Ren thought that this battle would end without any suspense like the previous ones, a master demon hunter ran up to White Flame and Teuton with a strange expression on his face. "We have caught a … high-level commander of the Council of Elders," he said.
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