The fleet of the Aerymian elves was indeed powerful against the natives of this world, but it was not completely invincible. The races in Y 'zaks' hometown had obviously honed a particularly peculiar war technology tree in the long years of war. The power of the weapons of war that used supernatural magic as the mainstream could not be judged solely by the level of technology. Moreover, the Aerymian fleet needed to protect a superfortress that was three to four hundred kilometers long and nearly a hundred kilometers wide. This huge and slow thing was like a target, and the elven fleet had no time to be distracted. So Y'zaks and Hao Ren had to find a way to deal with some of the enemies: at least get rid of those annoying cannons.
The power of the humans' magic cannons was unprecedented, but they were slow to turn, and only posed a threat to the giant fortress in the sky. The Aerymian fleet quickly suppressed the slow-moving monsters, and the demonic cannons were superior in terms of locking speed and firing speed. Y'zaks and the rest were targeting these guys.
"Follow me, charge!" Y'zaks raised his black demonic sword and faced the demonic army in front of him. This five-meter-tall lava demon was the most eye-catching symbol of the entire battlefield. Under the illumination of its red light, the veterans of the demonic army were a hundred times more imposing, but the demons of Serathon were terrified. As the demonic sword swung down, dozens of magic patterns released a shockwave no less than a heavy bomb. The lower demons in front of Y'zaks were reduced to ashes.
The obsidian colossi marched forward with heavy footsteps. Their movements seemed slow, but they were steady and determined. No enemy could stop the cold monsters from advancing. The colossi's blood-red eye constantly emitted scorching energy, using explosions and heat waves to clear the path ahead. Meanwhile, the heavily armored demons wielding their chainswords followed their king, harvesting every enemy in front of them without a word.
They were the last army of Y'zaks, and the only army that still stood in the city when the demonic army collapsed. These demonic veterans were covered with deep crisscrossed scars. Countless battles had tempered them almost to the point of losing their original appearance. But they were like old chariots from the museum. Even though they were covered in scars, they could still move forward. In the roar of their chainswords, everything was turned to ashes!
The Demon King's army was the strongest army that had ruled this world for hundreds of years. Even if it fell apart, it would still stand and leave in the final battle!
Serathon's personal guards swarmed towards Y 'zaks in waves. Relying on the remaining bravery in their demonic hearts, they protected the demonic cannons with all their might. But the result was that they were reduced to ashes one by one. Y'zaks was like a flaming giant trampling on these weak creatures. He grabbed a burly demon guard and threw it to the ground. "You think you can stop me?!"
The Demon Sovereign's roar resounded throughout the battlefield. Dozens of Demon Guards stopped in their tracks in an orderly manner. Then, they turned into scorching rocks on the spot and cracked one after another.
Heavy footsteps came from beside him. Y'zaks instinctively raised his demonic sword to block. With a loud bang, a large area of the ground around him was smashed, forming a deep pit with a radius of more than 20 meters. Serathon's dark red sword was stuck on the blade of the demonic sword. Sparks flew from the point of contact. "Old thing, your time is over!"
The green runes on the demonic sword lit up one by one. Y'zaks shook off the sword. "But it's not your turn!"
The demon king, who was like a crawling creature, quickly regained his footing. He swung his sword again and charged at the giant figure that had terrified him day and night.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The battle between the two demon kings caused the ground to tremble violently. It was as if the entire space within a radius of hundreds of meters was shaking. Soon, a layer of blurry shadows covered the ground. Their attacks were equally straightforward. Every slash and sword was plain and unadorned, but even the structure of space was gradually collapsing under the repeated slashes. The demon guards nearby fled the area. Those who were a little slower were turned into dust by the aftermath of the battle. The lower-order demons further away only heard the loud noise of the battle before they were instantly burned into torches by the evil fire in their bodies. The power of the demon king was robbing the lives of the weaker demons on the battlefield. The inexperienced new recruits were being turned into energy for every slash of the demonic sword and sword.
In the distance, the Allied Army, who were fleeing under the bombardment of the Aerymian battleships, also noticed the shaking of the earth. A cavalry unit that was too close to the demonic camp to avoid the plasma cannons seemed to be captivated. A few young soldiers turned their heads to look at the area where Y'zaks and Serathon were fighting. In a breath's time, they fell from their horses. Their skin had turned into gray stiff fibers. They looked like they were petrified and withered.
"Don't look over there!" The experienced old knight desperately tried to control his mind. "Your soul will be devoured!"
Another clash of weapons. Y'zaks and Serathon were separated. The space around them had shown obvious signs of distortion. There were some bright reflective surfaces floating in the air. It was a sign that the space was about to warp and close.
"Old thing, you're useless." Serathon panted. Flames were falling from his body, but he was unscathed. "I can feel that... your drive to conquer the world has disappeared. You've lost a goal. Now you're just an old guy wielding a sword to protect himself... You're no match for me."
Y'zaks looked down at his chest and raised his sword again. "You're wrong. I still have a goal..."
As his voice trailed off, the huge lava demon disappeared into thin air.
Serathon's muscles trembled violently. A strong sense of danger came from behind him. But his huge body slowed him down. After a loud bang, the huge crawling creature was sent flying hundreds of meters away. When he crashed to the ground, half of his body had turned into loose volcanic rock. Y'zaks' Demon Sword was stuck tightly on Serathon's waist. Although it did not cut through, it had almost cut the demon in half.
"... That is to bring my daughter home."
Serathon struggled with all his might, but his body was still irrevocably disintegrating into volcanic rock. The powerful demon king had gotten carried away by his momentary advantage, but now he had no chance to regret it. Y'zaks stepped forward, pulled out his Demon Sword and cut off Serathon's fossilized head. "... You're in my way."
Serathon's death caused a huge commotion among the demonic army. Y'zaks did not need to look at the situation to know that the outcome was already decided. He shook off the rock dust on his Demon Sword and looked up in a certain direction. A huge demon with skin as red as fire was standing there. The fresh demon blood on his body was proof of the fierce battle he had been through. The red demon was several times bigger than the last time he saw him, but the huge scar on his cheek was still recognizable.
Y'zaks nodded. "Lamadeno, I thought you weren't coming."
Lamadeno, the general of the demonic army, who was supposed to be far away, had reappeared on the battlefield. He bowed slightly to Y'zaks. "The last battle."
"Are you sure you're not coming with me?"
"What you said is a good place." Lamadeno turned and walked away. "But not for me."
On the other side, in front of Hao Ren was a huge "insect" the size of a small hill.
Banuklaak rubbed its limbs together, and a shrill sound came from under its carapace. It seemed to be laughing. Hao Ren stood on Lily's head. He seemed to have adapted to this new combo.
Hao Ren was like an insignificant bean compared to Banuklaak. He was relying on Lily's transformed body to hold the fort.
The alloy spear flickered with sparks, but this spear didn't seem to have much of an effect on the super huge 'insect demon' in front of him. Lily bared her teeth and growled threateningly at the enemy. Her mouth twitched occasionally. She had tried to bite the demon, and now it hurt her teeth.
"Don't bite randomly next time." Hao Ren tapped the tip of Lily's nose with his spear, and the latter grunted in dissatisfaction. He looked up into the sky and saw a blue light flying towards him.
"Big bug." Hao Ren smiled at Banuklaak. "Let me show you something good."
The next second, Banuklaak felt a strong wave of dizziness hit him from all directions.
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