The footsteps approached from afar. Fu Gen and Laing had nowhere to hide in the room!
The Daytime Hall was too small! Almost half of the hall could be seen at a glance. If it weren't for the rows of bookshelves blocking their line of sight, Fu Gen and Laing's only choice would be to pull out their weapons and prepare to use force to solve the problem!
However, regarding this matter, whether it was Laing or Fu Gen, they were actually unwilling to use force in their hearts.
Fu Gen was unwilling to use force because of his pursuit of perfection. As for Laing, on one hand, he didn't want to fall out with the elves. On the other hand, he didn't want Lilith to become difficult to handle in the end.
Therefore, Laing and Fu Gen looked at each other.
What should they do?
The sound of footsteps came from afar as two Phoenix guards and a Phoenix priest walked in.
“。” The first phoenix guard was wearing a phoenix full-body armor, a flaming cloak, a phoenix feathered helmet, and a phoenix halberd blessed by the priest. He strode into the Daytime Hall and carried out a routine inspection.
"The great Lord of the Phoenix has revealed to us that the mural that suddenly appeared is the will of the Lord of the Phoenix. Laing Macado, the Child of Destiny," the phoenix priest said loudly. "Finnuba did the right thing."
"…" The second phoenix guard was silent.
"√" The first phoenix guard nodded in approval, but he quickly realized something. This fully armed warrior immediately lowered his body and reached out to touch the ground. "!!!"
"???" The other phoenix guard quickly approached and squatted down.
They saw the footprints on the ground.
"↑" The two phoenix guards widened their eyes. They immediately motioned for the phoenix priest to take a look.
"There are footprints, but no stains." The phoenix priest didn't believe that anyone would come here. He emphasized, "No stains."
"×, ≠" The phoenix guard shook his head in disagreement.
"No stains, and no corrosion from Primal Chaos." The phoenix priest also insisted on his opinion. He motioned for the two phoenix guards to stay put while he went out to call for help.
The two Phoenix guards began to inspect the entire Daytime Palace.
This hall was indeed not very big, with a total area of about 500 square meters. The situation inside had already been described before. Other than a large number of scrolls, bottles and jars, and rows of bookshelves, there was nothing else.
However, due to the sacredness of the things here, the two Phoenix guards didn't examine them carefully. They only looked around casually. Other than the Phoenix captain Cadjoin, the two Phoenix guards didn't have the authority to look through the information here.
"←."
“→。”
After passing through a few bookshelves, the Phoenix guard did not find anything out of the ordinary. Through the dim light, he faced the entire world with an eternal silence. He had already served Asuyan for several centuries, and now all that was left of his life was service.
He wasn't sure if he still had any feelings left.
"Asuyan above, I will guard from now on until my death. I will not marry, I will not be granted land, I will not have children, I will use silence to protect secrets and fate. I will not wear a crown, I will not compete for glory and favor. I will be loyal to my duty, even in life and death. I am the sharp sword of the Phoenix King, the guard of Flaming Island, resisting the cold flames, the light of dawn, the horn that awakens the sleeper, the shield that protects the kingdom. I dedicate my life and glory to the fire of the Phoenix, until my death. "
For several centuries, this was how he had lived.
Eternally quiet, eternally guarding, until he lost the feeling of being alive and killed himself or died gloriously in battle.
Yes, just like the row of Phoenix Guard wax statues in front of him. The Phoenix guard could not help but raise his head and look at the row of Phoenix Guard wax statues in the Daytime Palace. These wax statues were made by the Phoenix Priests using holy oil, starting from the most basic clay sculptures. They symbolized the power of Asuyan and the glory of the Phoenix Guard. Every one of them was lifelike, and even after many centuries, the wax statues here did not fade at all.
Yes, they were indeed lifelike. The Phoenix guard walked to the front of a wax statue. These wax statues were all wearing real clothes and armor. They were simply real people, especially the eyes, the hair, the nose, and the brow bone.
Was the hair implanted? He stared at it a few times. And the hair? It was quite lifelike. Some had blonde hair, some had black hair, and some had white hair. There was even a Phoenix guard who was especially tall. Every one of them had their own characteristics. Did the Phoenix Priests spend most of their time here?
"?" The Phoenix guard was still looking, but another Phoenix guard walked over. "√?"
"Yes." The Phoenix guard shook his head. "√!"
At this time, the other two Phoenix priests also walked in and checked the inside of the Daytime Palace.
"No flaws."
"No corruption of Chaos."
"No obvious blemishes."
Then, the three Phoenix Priests announced at the same time, "The inspection is over."
The Phoenix Priests represented Asuyan's will. The two Phoenix guards no longer had any doubts. They hurriedly turned and left, leaving the Daytime Palace with peace and quiet.
Today, nothing happened on Inferno Island.
… I am the dividing line of nothing happening …
Late at night, a fierce battle was going on in the Kingdom of Safry's White Tower of Horus.
The White Tower of Horus was guarded by the Kingdom of Safry's elite army, including several legions of elven militia. Spearmen and archers were lined up neatly on the city walls, facing the enemy. There were also archers from the White Tower of Horus. These ancient and powerful mages were chanting spells that almost dyed the entire sky in seven colors. These elves who had dedicated their lives to magic were given the highest honor and respect. Today, they were going to fulfill their promise.
A total of three hundred Horus Sword Saints twirled around the battlefield. These unparalleled warriors wantonly swung their two-handed greatswords, cutting down any demon that charged at them. Every time they swung their greatswords, a bright arc of light would be released in the darkness and torrential rain. Every demon was cut to pieces in front of them. Thousands of elven archers covered the entire battlefield with a rain of arrows. A storm of arrows attacked the demon army. The demon army, which had been unbeatable before, kept charging and being pushed back.
In the middle of the circle formed by the sacred swordmaster, the lofty mage Tigris stood proudly. He chanted a supreme incantation, and streaks of light broke through the darkness and corruption of Chaos. The white wind of light fused with the red wind of fire, and finally formed a semicircular sphere that was hundreds of meters in diameter. The intensity and power of the flames forced the demons to temporarily retreat. Even so, the demons within hundreds of meters of Tigris were still burned into a pile of smoking dregs.
Were the elves very powerful?
Very powerful indeed! The elite army of the Kingdom of Safre slaughtered any Chaos demons that charged at them. The army of Chaos demons that had appeared on a large scale during the Night of Witchcraft were defeated one after another.
Were the elves very powerful?
They were not that powerful. At least, Tegris had already realized the danger.
The army of perverts was shouting and yelling in the storm, madly attacking the high elves' defense line. Countless perverts in fancy clothes with twisted bodies and strange dance steps appeared one after another. They charged at the high elves' spear formation, loudly praising the name of the Pleasure Prince. The Hell Skinning Chariots rampaged on the battlefield under the leadership of the Hell Skinning Chariots. Wherever they passed, the flesh and blood of the elves would be stripped from their bones, dismembering the elves' defense line. The perverts standing on the Hell Skinning Chariots howled in delight. They used the scimitars in their hands, mutated crab pincers, and even their tentacles that had turned into whips to attack the enemy. Their bodies could not help but tremble with every attack.
The souls of the elves were just too delicious.
The battlefield was filled with the fragrance of perverts and twisted fanaticism. A group of perverts pushed twisted magic mirrors with tentacles into the battlefield. At that moment, many of the elves who saw the mirrors could not help but scream in pain and madness. They saw the craziest desire and the deepest fear in the magic mirrors.
The Berserk Knights charged everywhere. The believers of perverts did not care about casualties. They only cared about indulging. They even enjoyed death. The Berserk Knights rode on twisted mounts. As long as they found a target, they would chase until the target fell or they fell.
The one leading the army of perverts was a great demon under the command of perverts, Chilias Bladedance.
It was a five-meter-tall perverted demon with an enchanting figure. It had a delicate and beautiful face. Its purple skin was sprayed with perfume made from mortal flesh. Its dark red hair was tied behind its head. There were two bull horns on its head that curved from both sides.
Apart from the purple cloak and the remaining underwear, it wore almost no clothes. Its six paws were all exposed, and each of its four arms was very strong. The two upper arms had mutated into crab pincers, and the two lower arms held the silver sword of sin. The runes from the Prince of Darkness were shining, and the other hand had purple nails that were seven to eight centimeters long, covered with all kinds of fragrant oils and powders made from the corpses of mortals.
Chilias Bladedance was a very powerful perverted demon under the command of the Prince of Pleasure. It was a demon that the perverts loved. Its skin was as smooth as silk, and its body was as elegant as the most perfect art.
It came to the mortal world only to hunt. It sent an army to attack Horus White Tower. The great demon stood behind the army elegantly, constantly commanding the perverts to charge into battle. Meanwhile, it stood behind the army. It refused to go into battle personally. Instead, it was waiting for something.
"Hmm … Fragrant flavor … Have you eaten it before? Spicy feeling … Have you tasted it before? Have you heard the Prince of Pleasure's song? Truly beautiful souls … So exciting!" Chilias stretched out a huge crab pincer arm. It stuck out its twisted and forked tongue and licked the struggling souls of the elves on its tongue.
What a delicious soul!
The battle was still going on. Amidst the rain and wind, on the muddy ground, the defenders of Horus White Tower were still struggling against the army of perverts. From the battle alone, there was no doubt that the high elves had the upper hand. Since the beginning of the battle, thousands of perverts had been banished into the realm of chaos.
However, the perverts kept appearing, and the elven army had no choice but to face a tough test. If the souls of the dead elves were not properly protected, they would be devoured by the perverts and become the slaves and food of the Prince of Pleasure forever. Smelling the sweet scent of the elves' souls, countless perverts and servants of the Prince of Pleasure in the kingdom of perverts would swarm over in a frenzy, only to be defeated by the elves.
Now, the battle between the elves and the perverts continued in the storm. Clearly, there could only be one winner between the elves and the perverts.
Either the perverts would break through Horus White Tower and leave after looting it.
Or, the defenders of Horus White Tower would hold off the attack until the end of the Witching Night and watch as the Great Whirlpool stabilized and the perverts disappeared.
Chilias looked at Horus White Tower's tall tower that pierced through the clouds and the giant walls that were dozens of meters tall. Its twisted bull face shook its head, and its golden nose ring swayed. Its army was one of the strongest in the realm of perverts, but it was impossible for it to break through Horus White Tower under such circumstances.
The enemy's defense was too tenacious. Under the protection of three hundred Hus Blademasters and an entire elite Sorcerer regiment, the Pernicious Legion seemed to be engaged in a lively battle, but Chilias could not find a way to win.
"Swish!" A meteor smashed into the ground next to Chilias. The Demon of Perversion raised his head to look into the distance.
In the midst of the elite army, the second-ranked archmage of Horus White Tower, Bellannal-The Wise, had also joined the battle. Meteors and beams of light swept past, and a row of berserker knights evaporated on the spot. The four-legged demon that was carrying the Hell Skinning Chariot lost its footing (who knew if it was a horse) and fell into a muddy puddle.
The Distorted Magic Mirror was shattered by Cadora's Comet, and the few perverts and the Forsaken that were pushing the Magic Mirror forward were all blasted into the sky.
Even though more and more perverts joined the battle amidst the chaotic winds, Chilias still could not find a way to turn the situation around.
At that moment, the perverts smelled something different in the wind. At the same time, the Dark Prince's whispers rang in Chilias' ears.
"Ah! What a fragrant soul! What is this smell? Such a beautiful soul, I want to offer it to the Prince of Pleasure! " Chilias Bladedance let out a twisted howl. It immediately turned around and rushed towards an inconspicuous place outside the White Tower of Horus. Behind it, thousands of perverts followed suit.
Soon, it discovered a palace built at the foot of the Anuli Mountains.
It was the palace of the Moon Goddess, Lilith — the Spire of the Moon.
Tegris' expression changed as he stood on the White Tower of Horus.
The Moon Goddess, Lilith, was currently inside the Spire of the Moon!
Lilith had planned to hold her wedding ceremony with Laing inside. Thus, Lilith would never agree to retreat into the White Tower of Horus. Her wedding with Laing had already been postponed many times. The goddess would rather die than retreat into the Spire of the Moon!
What should they do? Attack? But if they gave up on the city and attacked, it would mean that the high elves had given up on a battle strategy that would guarantee them victory. They would gamble with the perverts in a battle where the outcome was uncertain!
Tegris hesitated. Just as the great mage was hesitating, thousands of perverts approached the Spire of the Moon. Chilias could feel that the Spire was protected by a powerful divine barrier.
But that did not matter. Its master, the Prince of Darkness, had already told it how to break the barrier. It absorbed the illusions of corruption from the chaotic realm of Chaos, added the illusions of evil from the extensive memories in the realm of Sin, and obtained the desires and dreams of centuries from the souls of the elves that it devoured. Then, it turned them into a wind of Chaos that was full of twisted thoughts and mixed with the essence of the elves, blowing it towards the divine barrier of the Moon Goddess.
As expected, the divine barrier of the Moon Goddess began to waver and ripple.
Chilias and the countless perverted demons immediately launched a ferocious assault on the divine barrier.
The demons' howls had already reached the Spire of the Moon. The Moon Goddess, Lilith, stood alone in her palace. Everything needed for the wedding had already been arranged. Not far away, there was a large white wedding dress hanging on a rack.
Thump, thump, thump! The divine barrier began to waver, and cracks even appeared.
Lilith knew what would happen if she fell into the hands of the perverts. She began to chant a divine spell, preparing for battle.
"It's open, it's open! This beautiful and noble soul belongs to me!" Chilias roared with a twisted voice. As long as a gap opened in the divine barrier, it and its army could take advantage of it!
As long as … it was bright! Just as the gap was about to open, a bright and dazzling light suddenly lit up the entire battlefield. All the perverts covered their eyes and howled in pain. But covering their eyes was of no use. It was light from the subspace. The bright psionic array was filled with order, causing Chilias to feel extremely uncomfortable. "Ugh … I'm going to vomit!"
Amidst the heavy footsteps, amidst the dazzling platinum light, a figure carrying Mjolnir with one hand strode into the battlefield. The war hammer dragged a long trail on the ground. He waved the war hammer in his hand and hammered a row of perverted demons into meat patties with just two movements. Amidst the raindrops that filled the sky, a figure surging with lightning and burning with platinum flames joined the battlefield.
"You protected me back then."
"And now, it's my turn to protect you."
"My lady!"
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