In an instant, an endless green storm poured out from him, instantly corroding and lting everything around — even that arrow was corroded into shattered remnants.
And around him, more than twenty players were affected by the acid storm, their flesh instantly dissolved, leaving only bones.
With a rending pain in his chest, the Green Dragon’s eyes were bloodshot, descending into madness, and roared at the sky: "Humans, you dare attempt to kill the son of Ulrichia — the great Green Dragon Grotar!"
Accompanied by the highly corrosive acid, the deadly venom, the maddened Green Dragon charged into the crowd, slaughtering on a large scale, within monts over a hundred were dead, the deaths particularly tragic.
When enemies et, their eyes burn with hatred, and those few mage players from earlier encountered the relentless pursuit by the Green Dragon; before they could prepare their spells, they were smashed into pulp by the huge claws.
Outside the Bronze Fortress, the Abyssal Legion had long occupied the sky and earth, with piles of demon corpses smoldering black smoke everywhere.
Winged demons like the Frosthorn and Gesh Demon gathered in the sky, obscuring the blood-red sky of Aphernas, while Giant Bull Demons, Berserker Demons, and Demon Giants raced across the land, charging at the Hell Legion’s defense lines.
The Devils still fought hard to block, with the chain Demon Warriors in heavy armor standing at the forefront; with the fluctuation of the Magic Web, a solid force field wall appeared on the defense line, causing the demons at the front to smash into it with head wounds.
The Horned Demons and Thorny Demons wielding steel forks leapt towards the sky, fighting to the death, causing winged demons to fall from the sky one after another.
The Devil Sorcerer in robes hovered in mid-air, chanting ancient and evil incantations, countless streaks of Hellfire descended from the sky, bombarding the demons intercepted midway, black smoke and screams exploded amidst the demon ranks.
At this mont, a long horn sounded from afar, a cold gale swept over the land, and the weapons and armor of the devils turned red by the heat cooled with a hissing sound, even covering with a layer of frost.
"These Hell mongrels are no match, crush them — for the great Angry Lord Koschech!"
The earth trembled, the devils on the battlefield looked with terror towards the distance, seeing on the distant earth, several abyssal giant beasts as huge as small mountains roared dully, and demon Frost Giants rode atop them, waving spears and giant hamrs, letting out frenzied war cries.
The lead Frost Giant clad in jet-black heavy armor, wielding a giant hamr, stood tall with glowing fissures running across its body surface, distorted spikes growing from elbows and knees, emanating a rich chaotic aura, clearly long tainted by the Abyss.
Wearing a black eyepatch, a ferocious scar cut across his face, and his remaining right eye flickered with dark green flas.
The Frost Giant leader riding a Dragon Beast crushed more than a dozen low-level demons into pulp, angrily shouting: "Get out of my way! You worthless lot, failing to breach the Hell mongrels’ defense after so long, forcing the great Krum to act personally!"
This "great Krum" was a confidant of Koschech, who followed the Angry Lord into the Abyss after the fall of the Giant Pantheon, waging war for millennia and earning considerable fa in the Abyss.
Those low-level demons piled outside the force field wall were terrified, under the pressure of status and fear of death, they panickedly made way for a wide path.
"Hell mongrels, you are only fit to tremble under the armies of Lord Koschech, ultimately marching towards death!"
Krum raised the giant hamr, shouting as he charged, monts before hitting the defense line, this demon Frost Giant swung the giant hamr single-handedly with all his might against the force field wall.
In an instant, the space shattered, the giant hamr brought a biting cold wind and chaotic roar.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous crash, a shockwave mixed with hail blasted hundreds of demons and devils flying, in this strike, the force field wall shattered abruptly into countless glimring magic shards.
The Devil Officer’s face twisted with rage, hoarsely shouting: "Quick! Stop this damned Demon Giant!"
"Stop him! We cannot let these Abyss mongrels disrupt the defenses!"
Krum swung the giant hamr, smashing the incoming Devil Soldiers to pieces, the cold wind sweeping through, turning them into countless frozen shards flying skyward.
The Abyss Giant Beast beneath the Frost Giant crashed into the ranks, instantly crushing a dozen Chain Demons into paste.
More than a dozen Frost Giant cavalry followed closely, swinging warhamrs and spears, raising rolling dust clouds, and making the icy wind on the wasteland more biting.
They were like a pointed iron hamr, fiercely smashing into the Hell Legion, creating a massive gap in the once intact defense line.
Krum brought down the hamr, causing the Devil Officer’s head to explode like a burst waterskin, blood splashing, and he laughed bathing in the blood, saying: "The great Krum will crush everything! All of Hell will belong to us Frost Giants, to Lord Koschech!"
"Howl!"
In the wake of the shattered force field wall, demons flooded into the defenses like an opened floodgate, frantically battling with the devils.
At this mont, the devils at the outer defense line were completely subrged in the chaotic flood of demons, the demons vying to bite, gnaw at the devils’ bodies, in monts tearing a dozen Devil Soldiers at the fore into chunks of flesh.
The demons outnumbered the devils by more than twenty to one, each demon like a frenzied beast, brutally bloodthirsty, disregarding everything.
Thus, in a drawn-out lee, no matter how tightly the devils organized or how complete their tactics, they were useless, only able to watch themselves be engulfed by the Magic Tide, becoming spoils of the frenzied demons.
"We can’t hold them!"
"Lord Uriel, the demons are about to break through!"
The commander of this defense line, Deep Prison Demon Refiner Uriel looked at the distant Magic Tide, gritting his teeth he said: "The Twenty-first Legion, Twenty-second Legion are beyond saving, let them buy us so ti to retreat."
"Yes, my lord."
These two Hell Legions, though not Uriel’s direct subordinates, still had considerable combat strength, which pained him greatly.
But the Deep Prison Demon Refiner moved swiftly, abandoning subordinates without hesitation, he carried essential equipnt, organized his elite troops, and soon retreated to the next line of defense.
Those devils left outside were torn apart by the frenzied demons, unable to leave even a complete corpse — but this was already the most beneficial choice.
Krum raised the giant hamr high, swinging it in the air, laughing loudly: "Did you see? They’re afraid! These cowards from Hell can’t stop us! Lord Koschech will conquer Aphernas, this land will beco a haven for demons!"
"Long live the Abyss!"
"Praise Lord Koschech!"
The demons had already completely occupied the outer defense line, letting out noisy, hoarse roars.
In just monts, they had slaughtered tens of thousands of devils clean, leaving only pools of blood, remnants, and shards on the ground.
This is the nature of demons, products of chaos, existing purely for slaughter and destruction, in comparison to life, they resemble living disasters.
The second line of Hell’s defense was constructed by a searing river of magma, which frequently spewed into the sky, the river’s surface suffused with deadly toxic smoke, while on the shores lay the well-prepared Devil Army, with an array of various large war machines.
Frantic low-tier demons flapped their wings, densely packed like dark clouds, attempting to cross the river, but were halted by the magma and toxic smoke, their twisted bodies igniting, with piercing wails and shrieks, they fell like raindrops from the sky, plunging into the magma, leaving only foul-slling black smoke.
The formidable demons roared, exerting their utmost to flap their wings, their shoulder muscles bulging, veins popping, trying desperately to break through the defense line, but a powerful Gravity Spell descended, swatting the demons like flies from the air, plunging them into the river of magma.
The devils also raised Hell Crossbows, uniformly aiming at the sky, countless arrows carrying flas showered down like a tempest, shooting down the demons in the sky, within just a few minutes, over a thousand demons died in the Magic Tide, and the stench of black smoke filled the battlefield, nauseating all.
Flas and arrows crisscrossed in the sky
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