Chapter 210: Fla Demon Lord
At that mont, the blazing blood fire suddenly contracted.
Finally, a massive fla monster stood tall on the battlefield.
It was about five ters tall, its entire body engulfed in blood-colored flas.
Within the flas, a towering body covered in crimson scales could faintly be seen.
Its enormous head bore two flaming horns.
Its face was ferocious, completely shrouded in flas.
Only its golden pupils were visible.
In its hand, it held a long whip of fire.
“It’s the Fla Demon Lord!”
A cry of shock ca from the Ghost Beastn in the rear.
All the Ghost Beastn showed expressions of delight.
They never expected that a single sacrifice could summon the Fla Demon Lord.
This was a perfect demonic possession.
An elite-level Ghost Beastman Centurion had summoned a Fla Demon Lord comparable to a Saint-level being.
“Mors, that… what is that?”
The appearance of the Fla Demon Lord caused Sandra to exclaim from the city walls.
She had never seen such a fla monster before.
But from it emanated an aura of ominous foreboding.
Just looking at it made her soul feel as though it would leave her body.
Mors, anwhile, paled as he gazed at the fiery creature beyond the city walls.
“It’s… it’s the demonic lord, the ‘Fla Demon’!”
“A demon? Aren’t demons mythical beings from another dinsion?”
Sandra’s face was filled with disbelief.
Although she had never seen a demon, she had heard tales of them.
So ancient texts also recorded information about demons.
And now, a mythical demon had manifested in reality.
“Xiao Bai, is this thing strong?”
From a distant hilltop, Li ng also noticed the Fla Demon Lord.
Its appearance had been so sudden.
It was rely a Ghost Beastman Centurion, yet after consuming sothing, it turned into a demon.
Due to the distance, the system did not display relevant information.
“Very strong. Although slightly inferior to a Saint-level human expert, demons possess many unfathomable abilities. Even against a Saint-level expert, the outco could go either way.”
At this mont, the Fla Demon Lord in front of the demon army moved.
“Roar!”
It let out a thunderous roar toward the sky.
Rolling waves of heat swept across the surroundings.
Wherever it passed, the ground cracked open, spewing flas.
It raised its massive right foot and stomped heavily on the ground.
“Boom!”
A resounding boom echoed.
A massive fiery fissure spread across the ground, surging toward the front.
Wherever it passed, flas erupted from the fissure.
It looked like a wall of fire heading straight for the Garrison Fort.
“Not good!”
This sight made Mors’ expression change on the city walls.
He leaped off the wall.
Clad in silver-white heavy armor, his body fell freely.
With a loud “thud,” Mors landed heavily in front of the city gate.
“Holy Shield: Bulwark!”
Holy light magic burst forth from Mors’ body.
A radiant barrier spread out from his shield, forming a light wall over 20 ters long and wide in front of the gate.
“Water Veil!”
At that mont, a soft cry ca from the city walls.
Sandra raised her staff high.
The crystal at the tip of her staff shimred with a brilliant blue magical light.
A blue water veil appeared in front of the light wall.
As soon as the water veil ford, the fiery wall collided with it.
The clash of water and fire erupted in dazzling magical radiance.
Within two seconds, the water veil shattered.
The fiery wall pressed onward, crashing into the light wall.
Mors assud a defensive stance with his shield.
Under the impact of the fiery wall, the light wall rippled violently.
The trendous force pushed Mors’ body backward.
The clash of magic caused the space around them to distort.
The surrounding ground and city walls cracked apart.
Seeing its attack blocked, the Fla Demon Lord’s golden pupils glimred with mockery.
“Roar!”
It opened its nacing mouth and roared again.
Even fiercer flas erupted.
The flas surged out of the fissure, rapidly spreading toward the Garrison Fort.
Mors felt the intensified magical impact.
“Holy Shield: Immovable Cosmos!”
Mors roared.
Saint-level holy magic erupted from his body once more.
Behind him, a radiant giant five ters tall swiftly took shape.
The light giant bore Mors’ likeness, wielding a sword and shield.
The light giant planted its shield firmly into the ground.
The intensified fiery wall struck the light shield.
“Boom!”
A single deafening explosion.
The expansion of magic unleashed a shockwave, sweeping the surroundings.
The shockwave carried sand and dust outward.
“Pfft!”
After holding out for five seconds, Mors spat a mouthful of blood.
The light giant disintegrated.
The light wall shattered simultaneously.
The blood-red flas struck Mors.
He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the city wall with a “bang.”
The fiery wall, undeterred, struck the city gate.
“Mors!”
Sandra’s panicked scream echoed from the city walls.
The gate and nearby sections of the wall cracked with fla-like spiderweb patterns.
Cracks climbed toward the battlents with a crackling sound.
“What… what is this?”
Soon, the soldiers on the walls noticed the cracks beneath their feet.
Flas leaped out from the spiderweb-like fissures.
“Lord Mors was defeated?”
“With one strike? That… that’s impossible.”
“Lord Mors is a King-level expert. How could this be?”
Mors’ defeat dampened human morale on the walls.
Sandra, her face full of anxiety, leaped down from the battlents.
Her graceful figure fell freely toward the ground.
This wasn’t suicide; as a King-level mage, such a height posed no threat to her life.
At less than ten ters from the ground, the necklace around her neck glowed with brilliant magical light.
Her falling body slowed, gently landing on the ground.
Once she landed, Sandra ran toward her husband.
As a mage, she could feel the destructive power brewing within the fla-covered cracks of the city walls.
“Dear, are you… are you okay?”
Sandra anxiously supported her husband.
At this mont, Mors was a sight of utter misery.
The silver armor on his body had its entire chest plate lted.
Half his face was charred beyond recognition.
His shield was half-lted, lying discarded on the ground.
His entire right arm was scorched into charcoal from the shoulder down.
Even more terrifying, Abyssal Hellfire spread across his wounds.
Sandra hurriedly began chanting.
A stream of water surrounded Mors’ body.
However, instead of extinguishing the Abyssal Hellfire, the water intensified the flas.
Blood-red flas flared up from the wounds on his face.
Sandra, startled, quickly ceased her spell.
Mors woke up from the pain.
“Go… go!”
Using all his strength, Mors managed to utter one word.
Then, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out from the pain.
“I won’t go, I won’t leave!”
Sandra desperately clung to her husband’s body.
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