In the dark cave, Sanderson was standing in front of a strange stone statue. The materials needed for the ritual were placed around the statue according to the description on the scroll. In the magic circle on the ground, the blood of high-level monsters and the blood of innocent girls were mixed together. After being sprinkled with high-level magic dust, it resonated with the thick magic power in the air and emitted a faint red light.
From time to time, shadows could be seen in the air getting into the light ball in the center of the magic circle. The light ball was getting brighter and brighter, but Sanderson was obviously not satisfied.
"Not enough, not enough, not enough!"
With a fanatical look on his face, Sanderson roared madly, "More! I need more souls! Has the battle above stopped?! "
After all the corruptors left, Sanderson left the people of Cesar's Strength behind him and went to the bottom of the Black Stone Cave alone.
The leader of the Dark Serpent, Jaesz, hid here and sealed himself 166 years ago.
As Jaesz sealed himself, the Dark Serpent also entered a state of hibernation. They kept a low profile and carefully developed their forces in the shadows under the sun. Unlike the Chaos religion, Sanderson never thought that they were lunatics who wanted to destroy everything like the Chaos religion.
"As long as the leader wakes up, yes! As long as he wakes up, no one can stop the Dark Serpent! "
Sanderson growled in a low voice. Jaesz was a master who was close to becoming a demigod. Unless a god came, no one in the Prandal could defeat him!
Even Jean, Angus, and Aiguin were no match for Jaesz!
There was hope in front of him, but he could not awaken Jaesz because of the lack of soul power. Sanderson became more irritated. After a while, he used the shadows to seal the ritual and returned to the upper cave with a gloomy face.
In the upper cave.
After Elsa chopped off the head of the last Defiler and completely crushed it, she looked at the empty cavern and was dazed for a moment. It took her a while before her eyes regained their clarity.
"The battle … is over?"
"Boom!"
Brian threw down his warhammer and his body fell backward onto the ground. "The battle … is over!"
Khal put away his weapon and heaved a long sigh of relief. "The battle is over!"
"Yes, the battle is over!"
A small commotion spread out, and the sound became louder and louder. More and more people joined in the cheering. They threw down their weapons and cheered without emotion. The survivors were so happy that they cried. Only in this moment of victory did the sacrifice of the dead have true meaning.
"We won … we survived!"
"They're dead! We killed them! "
At this moment, almost everyone's mind was filled with the joy and happiness of surviving. As for the mission that Barod had issued previously, no one cared about the rewards of the magical metals.
In a war, surviving was the greatest reward for the victor.
"Phew, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."
Tang En heaved a sigh of relief, dispelled the magic aura, and dismissed the elemental creatures. Halfway through, Nola, who was lying on his head, also withdrew her life aura.
As a result, as soon as they withdrew their life aura, the warriors below all paled and fell down one by one.
Three days of high-intensity battles, facing enemies that were so much stronger than them, and relying solely on Tang En's magic aura to forcibly increase their strength to fight was almost impossible in the past. No one would be willing to let such a powerful mage stand there and be a halo generator, and no mage could provide so many people with halo buffs at the same time and maintain it for three days in a row.
Ordinary mages would probably not be able to hold on for more than a cup of tea.
While Tang En's magic aura increased their strength, it also squeezed their potential to the limit. This battle was the best experience. For those who survived, in the following period of time, their strength was bound to increase by leaps and bounds. Continuous breakthroughs were definitely not a problem for them. If they were talented, it was not impossible for them to break through one or two realms in a row.
So at this moment, although they were very tired, they all knew what benefits they would get. One by one, they collapsed on the ground, stretched out their limbs and gasped for breath, but their faces were full of smiles after emptiness.
Yes, after defeating such a powerful enemy and surviving, they could get a reward, such as a large sum of money or a powerful equipment. Moreover, their strength would soar by a large margin, and the harvest in various senses was rich.
The only thing that made them sad was the comrades who died in the battle.
"I hope they have a good journey."
"Rest in peace … Northern Plains …"
Fiona stepped forward and held Tang En, her face full of worry. "How do you feel now?"
Even if she knew that Tang En was terrifyingly strong, it was certainly not easy to maintain the magic aura for three days without sleep. At this moment, Fiona was very angry with Barod.
It was all that dwarf king's fault. If it were not for him, Tang En would not have accepted this kind of mission!
Fiona hatefully made a plan in her heart. In the future, she must make Barod pay the price in trade and help the Lord vent his anger!
"I'm fine."
Tang En smiled and patted Fiona's arm, motioning her to let go of him. After taking out a chair and sitting down, Tang En moaned comfortably, and then said to Fiona, who looked worried, "Don't worry. Although continuously casting magic for three days is very tiring, it's nothing to me. It's just too boring."
Yes, the reason why he looked constipated at this moment was that he stood here for three days and two nights without moving. This was a kind of torture for a person's spirit, especially when Tang En was not a quiet handsome man.
Tang En's body was the perfect body created by the gods. It could be said to be a golden cheat. The recovery speed of the Magic Pool was even faster, so that kind of consumption was nothing to him. The only thing that really pressured him was the short time when he released the Will of the World at the end. In other words, except for the mental exhaustion, he actually had no consumption at all now.
Tang En took out a few bottles of drinks and distributed them to the few people around him. After taking a sip, he asked, "How are the others?"
Fiona held the drink but did not drink it. She said in a low voice, "I don't know yet, but the number of casualties should be at least a few hundred. Our warriors are so well-equipped, but dozens of people were killed or injured … Their families must hate us."
Fiona's mood was a bit low. Those soldiers believed in Twain, so they followed him here. But they did not expect that this trip would cause them to be buried here forever.
Tang En looked at the distance of the cave with a blank face. After gulping down all the drinks, he said to Fiona without looking back, "Fiona, sometimes we have to be cruel and make some painful choices … I never thought I was a qualified ruler. Do you know why?"
Tang En looked back at her and smiled. "Because I can't be cold-blooded and ruthless. I can't measure everything with benefits, and I can't see those people as chess pieces on the chessboard, or as consumables."
Vanilla was filled with deep veneration. "You are a benevolent lord."
"But I'm not a qualified ruler."
Tang En shook his head. "I want to persuade Fiona to abandon unnecessary kindness and kindness, because as long as it's a war, there will be casualties. Wars where there are zero casualties only appear in works of art. Real wars are very cruel. But before I persuade her, I can't abandon these feelings."
Fiona lowered her head and pursed her lips. Her eyes were red as she said, "My lord, your kindness is your greatest virtue. They will be proud to follow you."
"I hope to further reduce the number of casualties …"
Tang En muttered to himself. This battle could be said to be the most tragic one since they entered the underground world. After this battle, more than 30 of Ellington's 200 people would stay here forever.
Although the ones who stayed were all elites and would grow further, Tang En still felt extremely distressed and guilty.
He knew that as a leader, he should abandon these meaningless feelings, but he just couldn't do it.
If he abandoned these feelings, would he still be himself?
In the cave, the atmosphere was very heavy. It seemed that everyone was praying for the dead. They had completely let go of themselves and lay on the ground with their limbs spread out. They stared at the top of the cave and prayed for the death of their comrades. Some people fell asleep instantly due to intense fatigue.
Without a thorough rest, the team would not be able to move forward or return.
Leon came to Eluri's side and stared at her silently.
He wanted to sneak into the cave as soon as possible, but Eluri was now in a state of complete exhaustion. Even a Saint could not withstand continuous casting for a long time.
Eluri said a little reluctantly, "I, I just need to rest for a while …"
"Don't force yourself."
Leon glanced at the others and said, "They should not have the strength to move forward now. The news will not be leaked. Recover your strength as soon as possible. I will go ahead and make sure the situation is normal."
Eluri nodded. Just as Leon turned around, a mournful scream suddenly rang out from behind him, breaking the tranquility of the cave.
Tang En, who had completely relaxed, jumped up. "What's going on!?"
Vanilla suddenly disappeared and returned in the blink of an eye.
Her expression was very strange.
"It's humans … They are attacking humans."
Humans attacking humans? They still had the strength to kill each other at this time?
Tang En, who had a strange expression, came to the rear of the battle line. When he saw the situation there, he understood what Vanilla meant.
Caesar's Strength!
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