Chapter 573: Chapter 33 Dragon Scale Cultivator Chapter 573: Chapter 33 Dragon Scale Cultivator “Arrr—”
At that mont, the whistle of the wind, the Wyvern’s scream, and the player’s roar all erupted from behind the Massacre Demon.
Mantou, astride a Bipedal Wyvern, swooped from the sky, his right arm tightly clenching a lance, plunging downward from the sky.
“Die for !”
Mantou shouted angrily, the gleaming tip of his lance tearing through the air, aid straight for the Massacre Demon’s massive head.
Due to extre excitent, his heart pounded wildly, images of his lance piercing through the demon’s skull already flashing in his mind—that would be tens of thousands of Ginnars, millions in Faction Contribution!
Taking down this Massacre Demon would make him rich!
“Annoying… flies.”
But the Massacre Demon rely showed annoyance, its appendages flailing at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, a shadow slashing across the sky.
“Swish—”
The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, as Mantou and the Bipedal Wyvern’s bodies were simultaneously cleaved in half, greens, yellows, and reds spraying out.
In his dying mont, Mantou’s face still bore that look of excitent, as if he were about to beco the hero who slew the demon.
The barbed tail swept fiercely, the players who’d tried to sneak attack the Massacre Demon from behind were also cut in half at the waist.
“No—Mantou!”
“Mantou has crashed again!”
“How is this boss’s damage so outrageous, a veteran player rooted in the ga like Mantou got one-shot.”
“With the ga developer’s nature, of course a monster with such high reward is going to be powerful.”
“I’m going in!”
Several Red Scale Conquerors circled in the sky aboard their Wyverns, coordinating with each other, two feinting while the last sought the Massacre Demon’s weakness.
But the Massacre Demon spat out blobs of highly poisonous acid, those Red Scale Conquerors who failed to dodge were corroded by the acid, their skeletons exposed as they fell from the sky one after another.
The watching players buzzed with discussion, yet none left the battlefield.
After all, the mission rewards were too tempting; what if they accidentally stumbled upon so loot? Wouldn’t they make a fortune?
The Massacre Demon continued its bloody rampage through the crowd, giant claws, blade-like appendages, sharp fangs, and thick tail rcilessly claiming the Imperial Soldiers’ lives.
Yet, looking at those players, it saw not even a hint of fear in their eyes—perhaps even… anticipation?
For reasons unknown, a touch of loss welled up in the heart of this demon that took pleasure in slaughter and spreading fear.
It stretched out its massive demonic body, letting out a hoarse roar.
“You weak insects…
Do you have any idea what kind of powerful, venerable being you face?
I am the Predator of The Abyss, the embodint of slaughter and massacre, the destroyer of Kingdoms, the nightmare of mortals…”
“Bang!”
A gunshot rang out, and there, not far away, a player wielding a rifle, with smoke drifting from the barrel, muttered, “Boss sure talks a lot…”
“Human—
You’re courting death!”
Instantly, the Massacre Demon, unable to contain its fury, rushed into the crowd, crushing the player who had just been smugly boasting monts before, into pieces.
“Boom!”
A large pit, strewn with blood and viscera, appeared on the ground.
“Damn?”
“Don’t let the blood splash on !”
In the wake of the Massacre Demon’s ferocious form, the Demon Legion advanced fiercely, seizing this precious opportunity to co to blows with the Empire’s army.
“Moo—”
The Giant Bull Demons roared deeply, their four limbs pounding the ground like gorillas the size of houses, awkwardly lumbering forward on their knuckles, crushing Imperial Heavy Shield Soldiers beneath their massive bodies, occasionally hurling huge boulders.
“It’s coming!”
“Hold the line!”
“For the Ashen Empire!”
The wall ford by the Ogre Heavy Shield Soldiers crumbled under the impact of the flying boulders, crushed by the massive bodies of the Giant Bull Demons.
“Boom!”
Coward Demons and Bab surged from the gaps, lunging onto Imperial Soldiers, freely Biting at them or hurling Short Spears from a distance with their shrill cries.
Wyverns in the sky were overtaken by Kwase Demons, who unleashed their attacks with claws, wrestling with Bipedal Wyverns and spitting out their deadly acid while Flo Demons took to the air with flocks of corrupted crows and vultures.
Considering individual strength, the lowest-ranking Kwase Demons paled in comparison to the Bipedal Wyverns, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming, with dozens of Kwase Demons mauling a Wyvern to a state of bloody disarray.
One Kwase Demon flapped its wings midair, its eyes glowing faintly, locking onto a seemingly frail Human in the distance.
He should be very weak.
Compared to the towering Ogres, well-ard Great Goblins, and Tieflings…
The Kwase Demon thought with the walnut-sized brain.
It let out a shrill screech and dived down, claws outstretched.
“Arrr~~”
“Bang!”
The crisp sound of a gunshot.
George didn’t even glance at the falling Kwase Demon, he blew the smoke from the delicate barrel and focused intently on everything happening on the battlefield.
The situation was dire.
Compared to their previous enemies, these demons were a true transcendent legion.
There was no need to even speak of that horrific Massacre Demon; each Giant Bull Demon was accompanied by a Sheep Demon Spellcaster, who murmured ancient Spells, creating blood-red Shields.
The Imperial Infantry’s most practiced tactics, like volleys and skirmish fire, had little effect on High Rank demons.
And those weaker Original Demons and Coward Demons could use their numbers to deplete the Empire’s ammo, employing swarming tactics to besiege the Imperial Soldiers.
Under the lead of these powerful demons, the Abyssal Legion charged ti and again, pushing the front line hundreds of ters, nearly reaching the fortress.
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