Chapter 451: 451: An Unbeatable Invincible Army
Orson lowered his gaze, inspecting the attributes of the Blood Clan warrior in front of him.
[Ghost King’s Elite Guard – Divine Archer – Inferno Peak: Level 90]
[Domain Lord-Class Undead Creature]
HP: 37 million
Attack: 23,000
Skills: Blood Filth Arrow, Rousing Barrage, Eagle Eye Focus, Body Domination
Orson’s expression darkened. This filthy creature had Forbidden Curse attached to its skills, making its attack power far surpass that of a Domain Master. Its range was an astonishing 5,000 ters, and there were over 200 such bloodthirsty warriors like Inferno Peak!
“Draw your bows! Fire!”
“Defend our sacred land!”
While Orson was deep in thought, Inferno Peak raised his arm high, and then slamd it down.
More than twenty archers fired in unison, and in the blink of an eye, curse-infused arrows with terrifying black light shot toward them.
Crimson Lizard King let out a furious roar, twisting its massive dragon body and releasing a Death Dragon Breath that disintegrated the arrows in mid-air.
However, these blood archers’ firing speed was equally terrifying. The arrows continued to rain down in rapid succession.
Within monts, Crimson Lizard King was struck by over a hundred arrows, and its health dropped by an astounding 30 million!
If it weren’t for the sheer size of Celestial Winged Dragon’s body, a regular dragon would’ve been pierced like a pincushion by now.
“Dammit! Ascend! I want these pests wiped out!”
Orson was infuriated. Crimson Lizard King shuddered as the arrows lodged in its body broke apart from the Death Aura, and it quickly soared into the clouds, montarily halting the barrage.
Blazing teor Shower!
With blood-red eyes, Crimson Lizard King unleashed its fury for the first ti against ordinary NPCs, firing 70 teorites into the sky, each one falling towards the ground with catastrophic force.
“Iron Axe Battalion! Break through!”
A mighty battle cry rang out, and a group of knights riding black flying steeds, ard with heavy war hamrs and massive axes, charged into the air.
They faced the S-Class Dragon Curse magic, capable of effortlessly tearing through the ground, without flinching. With their hamr strikes, axe cleaves, and sheer force, they pushed against the dragon’s might!
Orson couldn’t help but admire them. These were living, breathing killing machines, born for battle!
The black-winged steeds let out a deafening screech, their bloodthirsty warriors surging forward, cutting through the air with explosive energy, forging a path to the sky!
“Thorn Flower! Tear and Bite!”
Another battle cry echoed as several Blood Clan elite guards led 8,000 warriors clad in black armor, holding crimson swords, into the fray.
Using the path cut by the Iron Axe Battalion, they marched step by step toward Orson, challenging him directly.
Even though Crimson Lizard King lood overhead, they continued to press on with frenzied determination, embodying the might of the Blood Clan.
Orson’s fury burned, but he suppressed it. The idea of endlessly farming enemies seed to be going downhill fast, with the numbers overwhelming him.
The Crimson Lizard King’s Dragon Curse magic had only killed dozens of stragglers. The damage was underwhelming.
These blood warriors coordinated incredibly well. The Ghost King’s Elite Guards were n who could take on hundreds single-handedly.
Their flesh, armor, and weapons were all stained with the blood of Empire soldiers, making them formidable.
The Blood Clan warriors, akin to flying ants, quickly closed the distance, soon getting within a kiloter of Orson’s position in the sky.
Orson snorted coldly, and once more, the Chaos Six-Star Array ignited. “Awakened Skill: Grip of the Underworld!”
A massive, elental hand materialized in mid-air and swept toward the Blood Clan warriors like an unstoppable force.
anwhile, a group of Blood Clan mages beneath began chanting. “Crimson Wall of Shields!”
The flying warrior knights raised their swords, and each one summoned a dark red blood shield.
When the Grip of the Underworld smashed toward them, the blood warriors didn’t hesitate. They pressed forward with relentless force, ready to et the assault!
Boom!
Boom!
Critical Damage Reduction: -1.1 Million!
Critical Damage Reduction: -820,000!
Orson watched, dumbfounded, as the Grip of the Underworld was obliterated under the onslaught of the Blood Clan’s techniques. It was failing faster than he could have anticipated.
And then, the truly absurd event took place.
“Die!!”
Crimson Lizard King uttered in Dragon Tongue, and a torrent of Dragon Breath poured down, drowning the Blood Clan warriors below. The combined percentage-based damage and its attack power quickly reduced the blood warriors’ health by half.
It seed like their demise was imminent… until another anomaly occurred.
“Fallen Blood Seal!”
A Blood Clan priest holding a staff summoned a crimson light that fell from the sky. Unlike the divine aura of light mages, this power ca from the fallen angels’ corrupted essence.
Blood Seal Healing 150,000!
Blood Seal Healing 200,000!
…
The Death Dragon Breath was indeed powerful, but it couldn’t keep up with the healing from over a thousand Blood Clan priests. These blood warriors withstood the dragon’s breath and didn’t die?
“Damn… a whole army of undead units, this organized and disciplined… how am I supposed to farm with this?” Orson rubbed his forehead in disbelief.
He had never seen such a scenario before—this was like using a small knife on a giant elephant. It was insane!
What he was witnessing wasn’t undead creatures at all; it was an invincible, undefeated army!
“Kill! Kill!”
“Winona! Long live!”
As the Blood Clan warriors soared into the air, their montum skyrocketed. Even though they were temporarily resurrected under Ghost King’s King’s Authority, their loyalty remained unwavering.
“My offspring… will be invincible!”
Winona proudly raised her head, while Ursula’s expression beca increasingly complicated.
To Ursula, Winona was the Ancestor, a god in the eyes of the Blood Clan.
But since Winona’s defeat, she had beco a puppet of the Empire.
Due to the influence of the Forbidden Curse [Blood Disaster], Winona could easily wipe out all Blood Clan descendants with a re thought.
If Winona didn’t die here, Lili would forever remain enslaved.
anwhile, the Blood Clan army rose into the sky, a blood-red river rushing toward the heavens!
Their furious roars echoed as they directed their centuries of rage toward the new God-Emperor!
Ursula: “You are now in a desperate situation. Why not negotiate with once more?”
“Ursula has once again approached you for negotiations.”
“She wishes to reach an agreent…”
“Get lost!”
Orson coldly commanded, causing Ursula to falter, unable to comprehend this man’s sudden arrogance.
As the Blood Clan Domain Lord-Class warriors closed in on him, Orson suddenly smiled, and with a sly grin said: “Who told you to fly up here?”
The elite guard, Bloodguard Nox, hesitated, before shouting loudly: “Human, welco to the judgnt of the Blood Clan!”
“I ask you a question, just answer honestly. Are you enjoying flying?”
The panicked look on Orson’s face imdiately vanished as he raised his head, the glow of his title [Sky Sovereign] lighting up above him.
Then, he slowly raised a hand, clenched it slightly, and said, “Now, you can all fall down!”
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