The battle between the Brittanian army and the Dreadfiend Army, who were still waiting for the result of the battle in the cave, had slowed down significantly.
The Brittany Army was no exception. After a few hours of hard fighting, the Brittany Army had reached their limits in terms of stamina, Stamina, and Mana. They were only holding on with their tenacious will.
What puzzled everyone was that the Dreadfiend Army was also in a weakened state. Many Bloodthirsty Demons, Flesh Hounds, and Dreadfiend Berserkers were so tired that they could not even lift their weapons. In the center of the castle, many Dreadfiend Warriors who were fighting the Old Guard suddenly lost power or disappeared on the spot.
This was because the Seed of Destruction had absorbed a large amount of energy from the Dreadfiend Army during the battle with Laing and Angran. However, no one knew what happened because the inner castle was now sealed.
Suria held the Angel's League and poured holy light into the bodies of the Old Guard around her. The glorious Old Guard had been reduced from 2,200 to 1,300 in this battle. However, everyone was grateful to Queen Suria. If it was not for the Knight King's Holy Sword that continuously blessed and healed the Old Guard, the Old Guard would have been left with less than 800 men who could still fight.
Marshal Davu had died in battle. The warrior from Bastogne had fallen on Khuilwu's soil. In order to cover the retreat of the Coldstream Guards, Marshal Davu had chosen to bring up the rear. He and a few of his personal guards had died at the entrance of the courtyard. However, the entrance was blocked by a falling boulder. The Dreadfiends could only climb into the castle.
The battle on the main battlefield didn't stop. Outside Kuyleu's castle, a group of Khorasan Demons were surrounding several chaos portals. Even now, the chaos portals were still sending out a steady stream of Chaos Demons. However, due to the Seed of Destruction absorbing too much power, most of the Khorasan Demons that came out were weak bloodthirsty demons and were dispirited.
It was already dusk. A few weak believers of the Khorne were standing at the entrance of the portal, waiting impatiently. At the same time, they felt that it was a complete disgrace for them to serve as guards in the Blood Hunt.
Gusts of chilly wind blew, and a Khorne follower grumbled, "So annoying! Khorasan above, we should rush over. We shouldn't stay here. "
"If you want to die without any glory and be forgotten as a piece of trash, you may do so." Another Khorne follower sneered, "Stand here and listen to the order, or the Prince of Blood God will make you disappear."
"It's so cold. What's going on?" The Khorne believers suddenly felt a chill in the forest.
"I know! It must be the Prince of Darkness's reinforcements!" A Khorne Warrior suddenly slapped his head and said, "I know!"
Everyone nodded. Khorne and Perseus had just reached a "Skull Agreement". Khabanhar, the first stage, had retreated to the Brass Fortress, and Perseus had retreated as well. Both sides had temporarily stopped fighting and would fight again in the future. Right now, Perseus Demon Army must have appeared.
Did the Tyrannical Demon Army and the Sex Demon Army ever fight together? There weren't many of them, but they weren't rare in the subspace.
"Alright! You lunatics, twisted crab legs, get out of there. Don't wait, there's still a lot of work to do! " The Khorne Warrior shouted with a hoarse voice, "You've come at the right time. We still have a lot of skulls waiting to be hunted. Come and do it for me. I have rewards!"
The chilly wind in the forest became even more violent. In the forest, between the tombs, and in the cursed land on Khuilwu's side, groups of strange figures appeared. They wore streamlined armor, had twisted masks on their faces, and held swords, spears, and crossbows in their hands. There were also tens of thousands of violent dark horses that appeared in the forest. The riders on the horses looked ferocious as they stared at the Khorne Warriors in front of them.
“？？？” The smile on the Khorne Warrior's face gradually disappeared. He muttered, "Where did this thing from the underworld come from? Perseus Demons, can't you do something from the mortal realm? Don't do these weird things. Otherwise, the Blood God will kill the Dark Prince next time. "
In the woodland, a handsome Duruzi champion warrior with a chilling and murderous look emerged from the shadows. He was Poison Blade Yurian, the former champion of the Dark Elves. This Heroic Spirit of the Sanctuary-realm raised his lightning saber. Behind him, rows of Shadow Greatswordsmen were getting ready, and three legions of executioners had also entered the battlefield.
Two legions of Cold Lizard Dreadknights flanked the Khorne Warriors.
All Dark Elves were spirits. These creatures shouldn't have appeared in the mortal realm. However, with the disintegration of the Great Maelstrom and the loss of the Great Guardian, as well as Olica's power, the spirits of the Dark Elves could enter the mortal realm to fight under the command of their queen.
Tens of thousands of Dark Elves surrounded the Khorne Guards from all directions. The Hellfire Warlocks chanted Dark Magic and blasted the Chaos Teleportation Gate into pieces.
Wait? These aren't reinforcements from the Sex Demon Army!
The Khorne Warriors first retreated. Then, they roared angrily and charged. "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"
Poison Blade Yurian's cold and bloodthirsty eyes scanned the Khorne Warriors. He was deeply disappointed that the Dark Elf Warrior didn't find the prey he wanted.
Therefore, the warrior raised his Poison Lightning Blade and said casually, "In the name of the Pale Queen, march forward and kill all the Chaos creatures you see. The Queen has ordered that those who kill the top twenty enemies can be resurrected by her power and return to the mortal world! Regain your physical body! "
"Olica! Olica! Olica! " The spirits were all excited. They had been imprisoned and tortured for thousands of years. Now that they had the chance to return and even be revived, how could they not be overjoyed?
"Then, advance. For the Kingdom of the Dead, for the Pale Queen, for Olica!"
With a swing of his lightning sword, the Dark Elf Army swarmed over and drowned the Khorne Warriors.
After three rounds of fighting, the Khorne Warrior's head fell to the ground. He looked at the Khorne Berserkers clumsily swinging their axes at the spirits but didn't manage to cut anything. A thought flashed across his mind.
"Good job, but it's a bit lame."
… I'm the cut-off line for a good job as a reward …
More than 40000 dark elf spirits instantly drowned out the Tormented Devil Army. They attacked from the back and slaughtered the Tormented Devil Army with their absolute advantage in numbers and the fact that spirits were not afraid of physical damage. The army then set up camp here. They did not say a word to the puzzled Britanians. Poison Blade Yurian, who was the leader, walked to Sulia and saluted. "What should we do?"
"Everyone, go outside the castle and set up camp here."
Meanwhile, inside the cave.
The Pale Queen, the Underworld Goddess, and Olika Claudia were sent flying. The Dark Elf Goddess fell onto the grassland. Her maid outfit was dirty and stained with blood.
"Thank you for your hard work, Olica." Laing flashed to Olica's side. The Gray Knight touched Olica's face and said softly, "Leave the rest to me."
"Master …" Olica called. The Dark Elf Goddess's eyes flickered as if she wanted to confirm Laing's attitude.
However, Laing didn't look at Olica anymore. He turned around and faced the Seed of Destruction.
That's right, Olica was defeated in less than 15 minutes by the Seed of Destruction. The Dark Goddess was also no match for the Seed of Destruction.
Olica was a true god. Laing and Angeron were also demigods. However, there was no such thing as a true god being stronger than a demigod. In fact, Laing and Angeron were much stronger than Olica. Moreover, for Olica, who relied on magic and assassination attacks, it was too difficult for her to deal with the Seed of Destruction.
"This woman loves you very much." The Seed of Destruction looked at Laing, who was already covered in wounds. Its expression was a little ugly, but it still maintained an emotional expression. "You have so many women, and even a goddess, who loves you. You're really amazing."
"Thank you for the compliment." Laing looked at the Seed of Destruction. The Gray Knight's original body didn't seem to want to fight him now. "This is your Soul World? It's … like art. "
"Is it? I think so too. " The Seed of Destruction laughed. Its bull face was full of mockery. "Do you think that chatting can help you buy time? Unfortunately, of course, I can't maintain the world's connection and reflection for long. However, killing all of you is not a problem at all. "
"Of course." Laing smiled. The Gray Knight's original body spread out its hands. "Can you feel what's outside? Your army has been defeated. "
The Seed of Destruction was stunned. It realized that it was true. The Khorasan Army had been defeated.
"This is just a necessary price. The weak don't deserve to live." The Seed of Destruction looked indifferent. "Even Scarbrand and Kabanha can't find a way to defeat the Oath of Banjuni River."
Behind the Seed of Destruction, the 19 Living Armors moved forward together.
"Laing!" Angeron struggled to get up. The World Eater's original body struggled for a while before it stood up. "Again! We haven't lost yet. "
"Yes, but we'll definitely lose if we keep fighting like this." He glanced at Olica, who was lying behind him. Just now, Olica had directly summoned her personal Pale Guards of the Underworld to fight. These strongest elites, who were fully equipped with heavy armor and wielded broadswords and withered halberds, were unable to defeat the Seed of Destruction and his nineteen Oathbreakers.
"Then … no more nonsense. Let's end this!" The Seed of Destruction charged again. "Now, no one can save you!"
"Is this your Path of the King?" Laing asked, swinging Nemesis to block the Seed of Destruction's battle axe. The Gray Knight's original body shook its head. "Your Path of the King is to conquer, while mine is to protect. We're not the same kind of people. Perhaps it's because of this difference that we've walked different paths."
"Yes, you and I are natural enemies." The Seed of Destruction blocked Angeron's black sword with its Khorasan Rod. It was once again one against two.
However, both Laing and Angeron were now heavily injured. Even if they worked together, they could not fight the Seed of Destruction.
'So strong, so strong!' Angeron thought. The World Eater's original body suddenly felt like a frog at the bottom of a well.
Defeat was set, and the situation was rapidly deteriorating!
"You probably didn't expect this," the Seed of Destruction proudly showed off its achievement. "Brittany is about to be destroyed!"
"The Chosen of Sin, Prince Sigwald's 50,000 troops have already landed on the road to Kurona! "How many soldiers do you have in Culona? You're going to reach Culona soon. My Sun King? "
"Also, Daicha has already pledged her loyalty to the Chaos. She and Ancient Ent Kodile are attacking Palawon with 10,000 men!" The Seed of Destruction laughed maniacally. "Brittany is destined to be destroyed today. Laing, watch as your kingdom crumbles. Nothing can defeat me. Nothing!"
Angeron's expression changed drastically. The World Eater's original body first looked at Laing. Seeing Laing's pale face, Angeron's heart sank.
Most of Culona's army had been transferred to the South, and the elites were all stationed in Castle Kuyleu to fight this battle. What was worse was that they still couldn't find a way to defeat the Seed of Destruction. They couldn't defeat the Seed of Destruction in melee combat, and magic was useless against it. Even the Ancient Saint's seal was ineffective against it.
If they were attacked from all sides and the capital fell, Brittany would completely collapse!
"Run, Leon. Hurry up and run. I'll hold him back." Angren stopped the Seed of Destruction. He was covered in wounds from Khorne's Abyssal Flames and the dozen or so Living Armors. He didn't look back as he yelled at Leon, "Take Olica and run!"
"We can't escape." Laing closed his eyes and shook his head. "Even if we can escape this time, the Seed of Destruction will come back in a few months."
"That works too. Now, while I still have some strength and my blood is still flowing." Angeron and the Seed of Destruction were fighting for their lives. He begged, "Otherwise, we'll all die, and the world will fall into the hands of Chaos. You're our only hope."
"Yes, that's right. I'm the only hope." Ryan nodded in agreement.
With that, Laing raised the Avenger and aimed it at the sky above the plains. The Gray Knight's original body finally showed a ferocious smile. "Thank you! Seed of Destruction, I thank your entire family! "
"???" The Seed of Destruction was puzzled, but soon, its expression changed drastically.
"Like the light that pierces the darkness, with determination and sacrifice as proof, in the name of Macado and the Divine King, I, Laing, the Gray Knight's original body, sing praises!
"First, it represents faith, order, and supreme justice.
"Second, it represents protection, courage, and power to resist countless demons of Chaos!
"Third, it represents the condensation and determination of will, the last hope and endless power of mankind.
"Fourth, it represents the sword and shield of the Evil God, the ultimate salvation of mankind!
"Heroic spirits of the Gray Knights, your original bodies are calling for your return. Under the light of the Divine King, acknowledge my king's path, acknowledge my glory, and acknowledge my faith. Invincible, eternally loyal super warriors created by the Emperor and Macado, listen to my call. The time of judgment has come! Show yourself, my children. Seek victory and protect the hope of all. Come to the original body! "
Laing's voice was very soft, but the spiritual energy around him was as dazzling as the endless heat of the Big Bang. The scorching light covered the entire grassland and eroded through the sky of the grassland and the countless skull pillars. The dreamy scenery suppressed the Seed of Destruction's Spiritual World.
It was a huge temple that looked like white jade. It was in the most classic Byzantine style. The temple was in the clouds and the void, covered by the brilliant light. Passing through the center of the temple along the white jade floor, the bridge, and the huge arch, three heavy stone doors were slowly opening.
On the stone doors were the words "Reminiscence", "Regret", and "Oblivion".
Melodious harp music echoed in the temple, suppressing the faint singing on the grassland. The two Spiritual Worlds were pushing against each other, eroding, resisting, and transforming each other.
What? The Seed of Destruction's expression finally changed drastically.
This guy … this guy actually stole my ultimate skill on the spot? And he even succeeded?!
"This is impossible!" The First Blood God Prince finally lost his composure. He angrily kicked Angelo away and roared, "This is absolutely impossible. I will kill you right now. I will kill you right now!!!"
"Don't even think about it!" Angelo once again tried his best to stall the Seed of Destruction.
At the same time, a large group of vague figures began to appear around Laing. They were wearing silver power armor, and their faces were tough and cold. As the harp's elegy became louder and louder, these figures gradually turned from illusory to real. Each of them was the last hope of the Emperor. They were heaven-sent warriors who could bear heavy responsibilities. They were unparalleled generals who had experienced hundreds of battles. They were the creators and heroes of countless legends in the human Empire.
A total of 55 silhouettes descended beside Clayon. They wore power armors, had demonic grimoires hanging from their waists, and held exquisite power weapons in their hands. They stood upright like javelins, and the 55 silver flames and light pillars that soared into the sky showed how powerful they were. They had more people, and their auras were not any weaker than the 19 Oathbreakers of the Seed of Destruction! It was no exaggeration to say that each of these 55 warriors had the strength to fight a Chaos Demon alone!
This was not surprising because they were the eight founding Grand Mentors of the Gray Knights and the second to 47th Gray Knights Supreme Mentors! Under the call of the original body, they returned to the mortal world in the form of heroic spirits and curse-bound warriors to fight for the original body, the Emperor, and the human race.
Their holy faith intertwined their missions with each other.
The flame of light merged their power into one.
Under the call of their original bodies, they announced their return, using their pure souls and firm wills to erect a barrier against the invasion of the subspace. Even though it was one against a thousand, the Gray Knights were still confident of victory. That was because for the past ten thousand years, they had been guarding the faith of the mortals in myths and legends, fighting endlessly in the secret war. Every time the demons of Chaos appeared, the Gray Knights would uncover the hiding places of the demons and the source of Chaos, and fight them to the death.
The mission was extremely difficult and never-ending.
But this was the Gray Knights!
The first Supreme Mentor of the Gray Knights, Janus, felt that he had a very, very long dream. At the end of the dream, he heard the call from the depths of his blood. He responded to this call and came across time and space.
The moment he arrived, he saw his original body.
So short!
This was his first reaction.
So strong! Even stronger than the psionic power of Magnus, the original body of the Thousand Sons! This was Janus' second reaction.
Without saying much, the eight founding Grand Mentors and the forty-seven Gray Knights Supreme Mentors who had just been awakened saw the first Blood God Prince and those living armors in front of them at a glance. Everyone was ready for battle.
This was Laing's Soul World — Proof of the Sun King!
"Seed of Destruction, the battle is not over yet. Do you dare to accept my challenge?" The Goddess of Vengeance was raised high, and Laing said proudly.
"Ha, just what I want!" The Seed of Destruction showed an extremely excited expression. It had not been so happy for thousands of years. "Come on, Laing -Macado, I recognize you as my opponent. Come on!"
The two Soul Worlds collided, and the subspace roared incessantly.
The real battle was about to begin!
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