Chapter 252: Reclaiming Our Holand: The Battle of Starnight(5)
Crimson Ascendancy steadily increased combat power during battle, making it the most cost-effective choice.
However, the opponent’s burst strength was far too overwhelming, and Rosalia had no intention of being instantly killed, so she chose this thod to amplify her power.
Her aura surged wildly as divine power gathered around her like a vortex, rushing toward her body.
"Die!"
Without hesitation, Rosalia swung her sword.
The ferocious Greatsword of Gluttony rapidly expanded in Chica’s vision, its blade stained with an intense aura of bloodlust.
A sudden sense of dread gripped Chica, and he hurriedly raised his arm to defend.
What happened next was horrifying. The Greatsword of Gluttony sliced through his hardened arm as if it were cutting through air. Even more bizarre, Chica watched as his severed arm had not yet fallen before it transford into streams of blood, which were instantly absorbed by the blade.
"What? That’s impossible!" Chica’s pupils trembled violently.
"Stop talking. You should be lying in a grave. No, actually, you should have been eaten."
Rosalia let out a terrifying smile, elegance laced with savagery, as she pressed the attack without hesitation.
Countless phantom greatswords flashed through the air, accompanied by thunderous explosions as the strikes crashed down.
Chica imdiately mobilized all his strength, channeling energy into his legs as he retreated at maximum speed, escaping the range of the attack.
Explosions rang out as shattered stone flew everywhere and the ground cracked apart.
After several rapid movents, Chica finally steadied himself, only to be stunned by the massive fissures stretching across the stone floor for dozens of ters. He had never expected that a corrupted being cooperating with a human could wield such terrifying power.
If that ferocious strike had landed, it would have dealt devastating damage.
"Lucky I dodged. Heh, divine skills are truly extraordinary," Chica sneered.
"Oh?" Rosalia raised a brow. "Who told you that was a divine skill? That was just a normal swing. This is the divine skill."
Her divine power erupted.
"Second-tier divine skill, Endless Severance!"
Dozens of massive wave-like sword auras, each spanning over ten ters, surged forward in layers, carrying dense blood energy as they slashed out.
Faced with the overwhelming gray expanse before him, Chica froze in disbelief.
"Ah?"
He tried to retreat again, but when he turned his head, he saw Ashina standing there with a spear in hand, and beside her, the ferocious Drakewolf stared at him with venomous intent.
"Second-tier divine skill, Spear of Frostpierce!"
Two overwhelmingly powerful attacks descended like teors breaking through the atmosphere, their visual impact overwhelming.
The stone tiles on the ground were lifted layer by layer, swept into the air, and ground into dust.
"Stop, Rosalia, I am your uncle..."
Chica’s voice was completely swallowed by the blinding, tyrannical explosion.
Phield, hiding inside a nearby building and observing the battle, was nearly blown away by the violent shockwave. When he finally steadied himself again, his hair had turned into a wild, explosive ss.
"Cough, cough..."
After the aftermath subsided, dust and bone ash filled the air. As Phield adjusted his hair, he anxiously looked toward the battlefield.
A gust of wind swept through, dispersing the dust in an instant. Tisiana supported herself as she walked forward, her body covered in blood, yet her fighting spirit burned fiercely. She tossed aside a severed, blood-soaked canine head and said, "My lord, I have not failed you."
The fourth-tier corrupted hound had been slain by Alice and Tisiana working together.
"Alice has already gone to assist," Tisiana said, flicking her sword lightly and producing a clear, pleasant ring. "It shouldn’t take long to finish off the corpse lord. Let’s wait a mont."
"Mm."
Phield nodded. With three second-tier Divine Chosen, taking down Chica was more than enough, even with the advantage of Starnight City’s territory.
At the center of the battlefield, Chica was in a miserable state. There was barely a patch of intact flesh left on his body. He had been blasted to the point of losing all human shape, his body covered in deathly energy and frost. Yet strangely, corrupted energy continued to flow into him.
When he opened his eyes, he saw three Divine Chosen staring at him like predators. Chica knew he was dood. He tore open his lipless mouth and said unwillingly, "Rosalia, what made you betray corruption?"
"My lord’s warmth." Rosalia smiled mockingly. "At least I still have a way out, unlike you, abandoned here."
"Good, good..." Chica nearly choked on his own rage.
"Enough talk. Die."
Under the combined assault, the corpse lord could barely lift his arms a couple of tis before his strength rapidly drained away. The world spun around him.
"I refuse to accept this! I clearly achieved true immortality!"
Unable to fight back, Chica could only let out a miserable howl.
The howl seed to carry a strange power, echoing deep into a castle hidden within the gray mist.
A woman lying in a coffin slowly opened her eyes. Her slender, pale arm extended as she casually pushed open the heavy stone lid.
"Agnes, the regional lord I appointed, Chica, is about to die. I have also lost contact with Ophelia and Rosalia. Is this how you command the corrupted legion?"
The woman turned her head. Her long, waterfall-like hair cascaded lazily down, partially concealing her full chest and slender waist.
"Oh? They’re all dead? That’s even better. One less share of food to divide. The only pity is that I didn’t get to eat them."
Agnes sat atop a bronze lion statue, swinging her legs. "Nightfall Domain is easy to attack but hard to defend. It’s perfect as bait. The three outer territories are ant to be abandoned. The corrupted creatures produced there are weak and have no value."
"No value?" The woman’s erald-like eyes glead. "I hope this decision isn’t a joke."
Agnes played with a music box in her hand. Despite sensing the sharp killing intent, she remained completely unbothered. "A good child doesn’t question those above her."
"Hmph."
The woman gave a noncommittal response as she stepped out of the coffin, walking with a graceful, feline stride. Her pale body trembled slightly, exuding an alluring charm.
"What corruption needs is offense, slaughter, and endless slaughter. Not sches. We must wipe out all life in this world as quickly as possible. There is no ti to waste."
"There’s no need to rush," Agnes said with a smile. "Those above us have their plans. If we never change, we’ll just keep smashing our heads against human walls and repeating the sa failures. Intelligence is just as important as strength."
"Gaining intelligence is not a good idea. I would rather abandon everything and keep only power." The woman took a deep breath, seemingly compromising. "Fine. Let’s try it. But whoever has taken Nightfall Domain, I will kill him myself. I will savor his despair."
Agnes covered her mouth and giggled sweetly. "No problem, my dear. But maybe put on so clothes before going out. It doesn’t affect your defense, but the corrupted creatures I raise might get... creative ideas. Like making you bear a child. Or maybe a whole litter."
"You should spend more ti in slumber yourself." The woman flicked her hand, instantly weaving a thin, translucent garnt out of divine power and putting it on. "If I split open your brain right now, it would probably be empty."
anwhile.
Rosalia’s blade severed the corpse lord’s neck. Drakewolf, still filled with resentnt, pounced forward and tore off half of the corpse’s body, flinging it around violently to vent its rage.
At the southern wall of Starnight City, large numbers of burning corpses poured through the breach that had been blasted open earlier, scrambling toward the top of the wall.
The soldiers blocked the passage, and within the narrow corridor of the wall, both sides engaged in brutal close combat.
"No retreat! Second squad, hold the line! Slaves, get the water boiling, reload the crossbows! Anyone who tries to run, I’ll send them straight to hell!"
Ben shouted until his voice went hoarse. He had already personally executed three slaves. His gaze unconsciously drifted toward the city as he silently prayed, My lord, you must win.
At that mont, a shrill howl rang out.
The frenzied attacking corpses suddenly lost direction like headless flies. Their formation collapsed instantly into chaos. They swung wildly, ran aimlessly, and the corpses at the base of the wall stopped pouring into the breach.
The remaining thousands of corpses were no longer a threat to the army.
So ran straight into the flas and burned to death, others trampled each other in panic. Only a few still attempted to attack the humans, but scattered as they were, they stood no chance against the soldiers.
After forcing the corpses out of the passage and sealing it off, the soldiers on the wall finally let out a collective sigh of relief.
Then, one after another, they collapsed to the ground, their bodies completely drained of strength.
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