The colossal humanoid figure in the sky clearly didn't care about the ugly expression Alban wore. Dealing with the tower, the source of their troubles, was his top priority. Without wasting a mont, he grasped his hamr's haft tighter. As he did, the weapon erupted in a blazing corona of golden fire.
The heat radiated with such intensity that compared to normal fire the demons on the ground, walking on the edge of life and death, hundreds of ters away, felt as if they were swimming in a lake of molten lava. Even their max-out demonic fire resistance. Even demons with maxed-out fire resistance found this beautiful golden fla dangerously potent.
After charging his hamr sufficiently with the golden fla, the gigantic figure lifted it and casually threw it towards Alban, as if tossing a toy.
However, as Alban witnessed the colossal, 200-ter projectile wreathed in fiercely crackling flas, hurtling towards him, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, and right next mont two small imaginary cartoon versions of himself suddenly materialized on his shoulders.
"Perhaps it's ti to abandon everything and flee," Intoned a miniature but cute Alban with crimson skin, adorned with horns and wings, his voice laced with urgency whispering into the real Alban's ear. "They don't seem very powerful, and if you want to run away, no one can stop you.
Life is more precious than any magic tower, and we have more than enough resources to build another one," He brandished a staff-like spear, mirroring Alban's own stance.
"Damn you, bastard! How can you even think about it?" Spat another, ethereal miniature copy of Alban clad in white robes and a shimring golden halo on his head and white wing on his back. "Do you have any idea just how many mysterious and expensive items are placed inside the tower? So of them are so valuable that even if we sold the entire tower, we might not be able to find them again.
Not to ntion those hundreds of unfinished projects and their vital docunts."
"Oh, don't you think you're forgetting sothing, Whitey? What about your loyal subordinates? Aren't they valuable enough for you? You didn't ntion them?" The devil Alban said with an evil grin. However, to his surprise, the angel Alban ignored him and started looking at the wall, as if he had suddenly beco very interested in it.
"Tsk, greedy bastard," This was the last thought that crossed real Alban's mind as he saw the colossal hamr smash into the barrier, making him cough up blood again. Clearly, in the last mont, Alban chose his wealth and resources accumulated over the years. But he soon regretted his decision as this ti his barrier could only last for a re second before crumbling under its overwhelming power.
Boom!
A thunderous crash reverberated across the island as the colossal hamr pulverized the tower's barrier. It smashed through the upper few floors like a teor through brittle ice without any resistance.
BOOM!
Explosion resonated throughout the entire island as debris rained down upon the unfortunate demons below. They couldn't do anything other than scream and cry for help, as the zero gravity spell still prevented them from landing on the ground. However, for so reason, this spell had no effect on the tower's debris, which was clearly bad news for them.
Like raindrops, various sizes of giant stones fell on the town around the tower, transforming the surroundings into a tomb of concrete, burying many demons beneath its weight.
A thick cloud of dust choked the air, blocking the horrific and disgusting scene from the ground to the big shots in the sky, who didn't even blink and remained completely aloof and indifferent to this kind of spectacle.
"Ymir, I think you used a little too much power. What if that little fiery girl becos mad and starts complaining again? I don't want to be scolded by her again; her temper is also like big sis Fenrir, a little too terrible," Jormungandr, the Divine Beast of Dragon and the last mber of the four-person group, said nervously with telepathy while flying beside Ymir, the titanic figure's face.
"But I didn't even use 10% of my power, can't you see? I just casually tossed my hamr. Who would have thought that the barrier was so weak that it didn't last a few seconds before collapsing?" Ymir, the towering giant, shrugged nonchalantly and replied helplessly while raising his hand.
Soon, with another deafening boom and the breaking of two more floors, the gigantic hamr flew back into his hand.
..."
Jormungandr didn't speak after that and silently flew away from Ymir. Although he always knew that Ymir was a bit impulsive and always did things without using his brain, today he realized how unreliable this big guy is. For his own better future, he decided to stay away from him.
Bang!
Suddenly, a geyser of water erupted from the dust cloud, and a beautiful figure covered in blue light, holding a trident, erged in the middle of the geyser. She directly ca beside Jormungandr and Fenrir, whose size now increased to 100 ters, and standing in the air with ease as if she were on the ground.
"After we clear this ss, et sowhere remote place. Let's have so hand-to-hand in-depth conversation," Maya said, gritting her teeth, making Ymir tighten the grip on his hamr nervously. He really didn't do that intentionally; if that useless barrier is so weak, what can he do in this matter?
"Cough, Little Maya, who is this girl in your hands?" Fenrir, the captain of the temporary team, after receiving Ymir's request for help through telepathy, quickly intervened, hoping to divert the brewing confrontation.
"She is Myne's friend, but now in a very critical situation, thanks to soone's unwanted help. When the barrier fell, I tried to save her, but I was a fraction too slow. When the hamr hit the tower, she fell down. Although I tried my best to quickly grab her, even so, she was hit by many rocks, and her already dire condition beca even worse.
It is truly a miracle that she is still alive," Maya said with a helpless sigh while looking at the bloody hole in Velvet's heart area with a frown. Then, she took out a blood-red potion bottle of palm size and emptied it into Velvet's mouth before storing her in her space ring as well. Although that healing potion couldn't save her, at least it could hold her life for so ti.
If she really wants to save Velvet's life, she has to do so serious operation on her; just a potion alone is definitely not enough.
"Then should we go back..."
ROARRRRR!!!
Just when all four of them thought that their mission was complete and they should go back, suddenly, a roar like a mad beast erupted from the dust cloud. Alban, who everyone thought fled with his tail between his legs, with bloodshot eyes and tattered clothes, resembling a desperate, vengeful beggar, flew out and stopped a few hundred ters away from them.
You f*cker!" Alban scread, voice twisted with maniacal rage. "Do you have any idea just what you have done?! You bastards ruined my entire life's hard work. No one can go out alive from here. I will kill you all. Let show you whom you ss with."
Alban movents were jerky and erratic, he threw off his tattered robes revealing his well-ford body and clapped his hands. As soon as he did that, all the low-level demons on the island suddenly, as if caught in an invisible vortex, were drawn towards him one by one like small shooting stars.
So poor guys who were in a close area or had a ceiling over their heads directly smashed to death, but thankfully, most of them didn't have such bad luck and enjoyed a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity to fly like a bird.
"Is that maniac attempting so forbidden evil sacrifice ritual right under our noses? Why does he think we would wait for him to do whatever he wants and just watch the show like bystanders as if it had nothing to do with us?" Jormungandr, who was trying to maintain a humorous atmosphere, comnted, a wry smile playing on his lips.
"Maybe his head got hit by rocks, turning him into an even bigger idiot than he already was. Anyway, stop talking nonsense and deal with all those ants. Don't let their blood spill. In most evil rituals, blood is the main dium and power source.
It is better to burn them to ash before that madman creates bigger trouble for us," Fenrir mused, her gaze hardened watching the thousands of low-level demons flying in a specific pattern, making a weird symbol in the sky. Read new chapters at empire
Jormungandr, understanding the urgency, unfurled his colossal wings and soared towards Alban, who stood amidst the grotesque ritual symbol ford by shrieking demons.
Alban, who was chanting incantations for the ritual and making the symbols, also noticed a gigantic red-coloured flying lizard coming toward him, which didn't surprise him. This was clearly within his expectations; after all, unless his enemies were blind, why would they let him do what he wanted? So he waved his hand, and a black scroll suddenly appeared in his grasp.
"This will surely keep you busy for a while," Alban muttered confidently while unfolding the black, eerie-looking scroll. On it, neatly printed in an unknown language, were red characters. He then bit his finger and put a few drops of his blood on the scroll, before tossing it toward Jormungandr with all his might.
Despite his gargantuan size, Jormungandr, who had ultra-powerful eyesight, clearly noticed Alban's small movent with his tiny eyes. While he didn't know what kind of scroll it was, he labelled it as a source of imminent danger. So, without hesitation he took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, and unleashed a torrent of searing red-orange flas, engulfing the black scroll.
The inferno devoured the scroll completely, a few hundred demons caught in its unforgiving path also burned to death under the dragon's breath, without making any sound. At least their deaths were fast, without any pain; it was hundreds of tis better than dying in an evil ritual and sacrificing their souls.
Alban's facade of confidence faltered, he really didn't expect that this ancient scroll would take so much ti to activate. Although he had full confidence that this kind of attack couldn't destroy the scroll, but losing so many demons at once was a very big deal for him, especially in his current dire situation.
But his expression instantly transford from ugly to joyous as a black beam of light shot from the dragon's breath into the sky, forming a colossal, fifty-ter hexagram sigil.
"Damn, I missed it. I should have used a more powerful attack. Big Sis will be going to scold again," Jormungandr roared in his heart while watching the ominous black sigil glow brighter with each passing second, a helpless frustration.
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