"yawn!"
Outside a three-story stone building, a holy judge clad in fine armor bowed his head and covered his mouth, stopping the impolite behavior.
He looked around and saw his companions leaning against the stone wall, swords in their arms, dozing off. No one noticed his rudeness, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
His name is Raymond, and he is the captain of this group of Holy Arbiters. In order to maintain the dignity of the captain, he pays great attention to his words and deeds.
Here, a fortress was built to house the most elite troops of the Divine Court, and rich spoils of war were transported through a teleportation array.
After the three forces entered the interdimensional battlefield together, the Divine Court set about building fortresses and mass teleportation arrays to store up strength. First, it used a divisive tactic to make the Tulip and Gubang families wary of each other, forcing them to win over the Divine Court, which appeared to be the weakest on the surface. Then, it secretly used swift and decisive measures to kill the high-level combat power of the two families and besiege their remaining forces. Finally, the bishop himself took action to annihilate them in one fell swoop!
The so-called spoils of war were nothing more than the equipment, supplies, and resources looted from the other two major powers.
But for some reason, bad news came from headquarters: two druids forcibly attacked the Divine Court's teleportation portal and severely injured Lord Brian in full view of everyone.
"Fortunately, as long as I can hold on for a day or two, it will be over."
The Arbiter, sword at his feet, gazed at the sparse woods in the distance, the vast blue sky and white clouds, and a ray of intense sunlight.
He squinted, looking dazed. The sun was scorching, making him feel dizzy.
Even the most elite arbiters would tire of three days and three nights of diligently performing their duties and remaining on high alert.
Especially in the interdimensional battlefield, where time and space are confused with the real world, those who are used to the physical functions of the real world find it difficult to adapt here.
Fortunately, the fortress is guarded by a fifty-year-old Holy Arbiter and three noble priests. If they can hold out for a few more days, the task of guarding the fortress can be completely completed.
"Um?"
Raymond licked his dry lips, intending to take out his water bottle and take a sip, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of red light shining on the horizon.
He shuddered, and the water jug he had taken out fell to the side, startling a holy judge.
"What are you doing... Captain!"
The teammate, who was awakened from a dream, was having a rendezvous with a wealthy young lady in the city when she suddenly opened her mouth and bit off his head, which scared him awake.
Faced with his companion's resentful gaze, Raymond pulled on a line hanging from the outside of the stone wall, his expression solemn.
"Captain, are you crazy! That's the highest level of security... Pfft!"
Before his teammate could finish speaking, a flash of orange light suddenly leaped onto his chest from a swaying patch of grass, delivering a double kick that sent him staggering back several steps, crashing into a stone wall. His eyes were glazed over, and he looked completely bewildered.
Raymond, who had sounded the alarm, suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the figure!
"Squeak squeak".
The attacker revealed its face—an adorable hamster. After dodging Raymond's slash, it squealed and then scurried away.
Raymond: "!!!"
"It's a druid! Quickly spread the word, everyone on high alert!"
After hesitating for a moment, Raymond suddenly thought of something, his expression changed, and he woke up a group of his teammates.
In an instant, a streak of blood-red light ripped through the air with a sharp, piercing sound. A silent blade of sound stabbed out, and some unsuspecting Holy Arbiters, along with their armor, were torn into pieces, bursting out in a cloud of blood mist.
"Be on alert! The reconnaissance bell has detected an approaching Commander-level monster!"
"Quickly inform Lord Akaman! Everyone, move out together!"
"It has crossed the first line of defense! Intercept it immediately!"
The cordon that Raymond had previously set up had worked, and the Arbiters sprang into action, with their elites forming a defensive line to hold the fortress to the death.
"Hiss!"
Facing the defensive line of the assembled Arbiters, the Bloodwing Bat King let out a long howl, and nine magical runes burst forth with blood-red light.
It spread its blood-scythe-like wings, its body light and agile, and sensed an aura that it hated most from within the Holy Arbiter's defenses, and ran into the heavily guarded fortress.
Despite its apprehension, the potent poison of the datura clouded its senses, causing it to erupt in blood flames and charge forward mindlessly.
"kill!"
A barrage of arrows rained down, aided by magic, carrying flames and lightning, and imbued with a destructive aura, precisely sniping the Bloodwing Bat King!
Their response was a surge of blood flames, like a blazing fireball, rampaging through the rain of arrows and relentlessly attacking!
...
Inside the fortress, in a storage room.
"call out!"
In the shadows, a black sword flashed with an arc of lightning, instantly slicing through the throat of a holy judge, severing his neck, and as hot blood gushed out, his head was severed from his body!
"That was close!"
Xiao Han, having shaken off the bloodstains from his obsidian sword and immediately stepped back to avoid getting his own blood on it, breathed a sigh of relief.
Gazing at the three corpses lying in a pool of blood, Xiao Han paused, his sword stilled, and a dark, crimson light flickered in his eyes.
At some point, he became indifferent, feeling no emotional turmoil at the death of other lives, but rather a sense of exhilarating joy.
The cold reality reminded Xiao Han that he was no longer human, but the king of the demon race, ruling over eight streets... a rookie demon king, nicknamed Little Fox (The Third Urban Management Brigade thinks this is great!).
"The Demon King?"
Xiao Han frowned slightly, then relaxed.
He didn't dwell on deeper questions; his eyes fell on the Holy Arbiter, and his gaze lit up.
Each Saint Arbiter's exquisite equipment was worth hundreds of silver coins. If Xiao Han hadn't been lying in wait in his hamster form, launching a thunderous attack from the shadows to target their vital points, the Saint Arbiters' defenses would have led to another protracted battle.
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