The outskirts of the Elf Forest are where the Orcs gather. They are not accepted by the Orcs, and it is not easy for them to integrate into human society.
There are many kinds of mixed blood among orcs, and some are mixed with more than one kind, including elf blood, human blood, orc blood, giant blood, etc. There are also birds, and no one knows how they got mixed.
The sudden earthquake and the dark shadows emerging from the cracks plunged them into chaos.
The companions possessed by the shadows began to attack each other, but fortunately, the companions who were possessed were usually weaker. These shadows seemed to have no way to deal with some of the orcs with strong spirits.
The orcs all retreated into the caves. They didn't know where those strange monsters would appear from, and the small space made them feel safer.
A first-level orc with mountain ape blood was tying up his companions who were possessed by black shadows with vines. They were all screaming and waving their hands and feet.
He surveyed the surroundings vigilantly. "The cracks haven't appeared since a while ago. I hope this wave will end."
"What should we do with them?" The half-orc with dwarf blood raised his big hammer and just killed a small black monster the size of a coal ball.
"After we get through this, we will go to the Elf Forest to ask the elves for help." said the orc with elven blood.
Orcs are different from other races. Outstanding orcs are often accepted into other races' societies rather than returned to the orc community. They have little knowledge to pass down, so the orcs in the gathering places don't understand the meaning of these vibrations, shadows, and the delayed sunlight.
In their eyes, the elves living nearby are powerful and mysterious, and there is nothing they cannot handle.
The half-orc, with the blood of giants, stood at the cave entrance, waving his fists, repelling the monsters that tried to enter. He already had a number of wounds on his body, and purple-black lines gradually spread across them.
"You don't look well," his winged half-bird companion yelled at him from the side. "Do you need a break?"
"No problem!" The orc, with the blood of giants, was tall and could hardly hear his shorter companions whispering. He always felt that others couldn't hear him, so he always shouted, his voice so loud that it seemed to cause another earthquake. "This little wound can be healed by my spitting."
"But your color is obviously wrong."
"It's okay, just a little poison." There are many types of abyssal monsters. Some can attach themselves to living things, some are incredibly powerful. Some appear silent and fragile, like newborn babies, but if they scratch your skin, they'll leave these strange purple-black lines on your body.
The cracks did not appear again for the time being, but the orcs had been fighting each other for a while. The constant appearance of monsters made even the orcs with low intelligence gradually realize that something was wrong.
"If this continues... we won't be able to hold on for long." The most powerful orc in this gathering place is a guy with the blood of giants. Because of his huge size, it is difficult for him to live in other places, and the giants look down on him, so he stays here even though he is already at the third level.
The half-orc with brown bear blood slapped the tall abyss monster in front of him and knocked it unconscious. He frowned and retracted his hand. The bandage he had just tied in the middle was soaked with blood. It was his own.
He silently tightened the bandage and threw another punch. He hadn't yet saved enough money to buy himself a pair of gloves from the dwarf...
The half-orc with cat blood nimbly jumped on the tree branches, holding the small short bow given to her by the elf in her hand, shooting arrows at the monsters from time to time to disrupt their movements.
Fragile monsters would quickly turn to black stone after being attacked, but some were different. They were only temporarily stunned, and as long as they were not hit in the vital parts, they would soon be able to make a comeback. However, no orc knew where their weak points were.
The wounds on the orcs were increasing in number, and three of them already had strange black and purple lines on their bodies.
“It never ends.”
"What the hell are these?"
"Is it the same with the elves?"
"It's not even daylight anymore."
"When will this end..." The feeling of despair gradually eroded their minds in the darkness.
Not far away, a little light flashed in the darkness, and shouts came from there, mixed with the voice of the human common language.
"What's going on this time?" The orc with lion blood leaned against the stone and panted, his legs covered with scars.
A human knight in armor fell from the sky, but he didn't find a good place to land and fell directly on him.
"Sorry, sorry." The human knight stood up hurriedly and quickly caught an old man in a priest's robe who fell from the sky behind him.
The orc, who was almost knocked unconscious by the blow, heard someone chanting rhythmically in an unknown language in his ear.
The pain in his body began to ease a little, and the lion-blooded half-orc opened his eyes. The human knight who had just attacked was now facing away, slashing at the monster with his sword. The sword in his hand flashed with a faint silver light, and each blow could cause fatal damage to the monster.
An old human was chanting into his wound, and streams of warmth flowed into his body.
After the chanting ended, the old man squinted his eyes and checked his wounds: "Originally, we cannot bless non-believers, but this time we have to make an exception."
"Oh." The orc nodded in surprise.
A light silver light appeared again in the night sky, and the armored knights passed through the opened portal and landed on the land. They quickly lined up and greeted those coming from behind.
The priests landed in the territory of the orcs with the blessing of the gods, and the low-level abyss monsters were vulnerable to the swords of the guardian knights.
In a certain capital city, the teleportation array within the Temple of the God of War was activated to its highest capacity. Magic coins piled high beside the array, and the attendants within the temple were constantly placing coins with sufficient mana into the slots beside the array, providing it with mana.
The guardian knights and combat priests entered the teleportation array in batches. They had just held a collective prayer before setting off. The unique prayer of the God of War made them very eager to fight, and they wished they could kill all the monsters that appeared in front of them next.
The large temples that had some free time opened their special teleportation arrays one after another to head to the Forest of Elves. No matter what, the Tree of Life could not disappear.
The light half-elves of the Believers' Union entered the cave where they communicated with the gods and shouted various words.
But the pond did not respond.
As a high-level demon lord with a name, Congreve's abilities are naturally different from those of the lower-level monsters without intelligence.
Monsters like them, unless they are in a whim, are only willing to dominate the abyss and will not run into the material world to cause trouble.
Some time ago, he responded to the call of the black mages in the material world and sent a small part of himself to play in the material world. Acquiring the negative emotions of humans can make him more powerful.
Unexpectedly, he encountered a tough opponent in the material world. After a fierce battle, his clone disappeared from the material world. This incident made him depressed for a full two minutes. Remember, the last time he fought and lost to Daniel, the human black mage who fell into the abyss next door, he only depressed him for a minute. This was serious.
"That shameless human black wizard also brought a lava fairy with him. The power of my clone in the material world is only one percent of that in the abyss!" He argued confidently when being ridiculed by other high-level demons.
It's rare for the Abyss to collide with the material world, so Congreve decided to take matters into his own hands and make a comeback.
He first tricked a brainless mid-to-high-level demon named Adela into leading the charge for him. The tall demon made of abyssal stone was suitable for resisting the damage caused by space cracks. As luck would have it, the connection between the abyss and the material world appeared under the Tree of Life.
The light elves were guarding the entrance. Adela, who had a stronger regeneration ability than ordinary abyss monsters, was beaten all over his head, and his limbs were cut off and regenerated again and again by the holy elements.
Congreve, from behind, lightly beckoned his fellow demons, "As expected of a high-ranking demon named Adela, your regeneration power has left the Light Spirits at a loss."
The collision between the abyss and the material world will create cracks from time to time. Some demons will choose to go to the material world through these cracks. From these places, their abilities will be greatly weakened.
But the connection point is different. Going from here to the material world is allowed by the laws, and their power will be exactly the same as in the abyss.
Several high-level demons are waiting in the rear, ready to reap the benefits. Apart from the fool Adela, who wouldn't want to conserve their strength?
Negative emotions are the source of their power. Rather than taking over the material world in one breath, it is more interesting to let the creatures in the material world struggle between hope and despair.
The elves gathered at the entrance to the abyss and chanted. The elementals blocked the entrance, attempting to seal it. Numerous low-level demons persevered and emerged from the cracks, blocking the elves' seal.
"Adela, as a high-level demon, you can't be unable to defeat the elves in the material world, right?" The high-level demons used verbal provocation from behind from time to time.
"Is this okay?" The evil-minded demons laughed and watched the stupid Adela screaming in pain as she was beaten by the elves in front of her.
"Let's leave it like this for now."
A slightly different teleportation magic appeared next to the light elf in the opposite material world, which made Congreve alert.
A familiar breath came out in the teleportation magic, and a melon-shaped elf and a female human with black hair and white robes appeared in the field of vision.
It's her.
The black-haired female human chanted the divine language they most despised toward the Light Elf, bestowing blessings upon the Elf. In her hands, she held a black box, and each spell released from the box could cause intense burns to the monster.
It must be her.
The melon-shaped elf's gaze pierced through the darkness and accurately passed over the high-level demons.
Congreve fell silent.
…
The battle lasted for another three days and three nights. Human wizards and priests came from all over the world. Several high-level adventurers received temporary magical blessings from some magicians, which caused the number of monsters in the Elf Forest to drop rapidly.
"Congreve!" Adela cried. "This black-haired human is making me uncomfortable! And that melon of hers!"
"How long have you been holding out? High-level demons can't be like you." Congreve, who had been named, emerged from the darkness. He yawned, his eyelids opening a crack, and glanced around with contempt. "I'll let you appreciate the power of this demon."
The opportunity for revenge has come.
He had been keeping a close eye on her for the past few days. Aside from her incredibly high affinity for holy elements, she seemed unremarkable. Her magic power wasn't high, and her physical strength was the same as an average human's. In fact, she wasn't even as strong as the melon beside her, let alone the Light Elf.
…
The demons that could be reborn continuously at the entrance of the abyss made the elves extremely tired. The light elves obtained elements from the air, which made it impossible for them to crawl out of the entrance again and again.
But its cry was mixed with the spiritual interference unique to the abyss, which kept destroying their spirits.
The arrival of the elf Piccolo, accompanied by his contractor, gave them a moment's respite. Perhaps it was an illusion, but after being blessed by her magic, the demons' regeneration rate slowed down when attacked.
"continue."
The elves were relieved.
Priests and magicians entered the forest one after another, and many warriors from other races also came to support, and the situation gradually eased.
Three days later.
The massive demon blocking the entrance to the abyss suddenly retreated, making room. At the entrance, dark elements rapidly condensed, nearly forming crystals. The restless dark elements collided frantically within, seemingly ready to be sucked in if one stared at them for even a moment longer.
The magicians gasped, and the priests continued their prayers.
"Stand back!" Several older elemental elves quickly stopped the blocking chanting and came to the side of the light elf to try to drag her away.
The Light Elf looked calmly at the Tree of Life, which was gradually withering.
The fallen leaves of the Tree of Life turned into fluorescent dots, wrapped around the Elf of Light, and turned into her vitality.
The Elf of Light raised her hand, and the holy elements condensed rapidly in her hand. Her figure seemed increasingly thin under the strong light emitted by the holy elements.
The dark element cluster condensed faster than the holy element because the abyss was right in front of them, and it was the hotbed of the dark element.
…
Congreve was concentrating on combining the magic power he had accumulated over time with the dark elements in the abyss.
He didn't intend to do any fancy little tricks; that would be meaningless.
This is a performance in front of all the demons. He is going to use his ultimate move directly to let those guys who covet his territory carefully consider their own strength.
Listen to the praise echoing in the abyss every second.
"When did Congreve acquire this ability?"
"Almost catching up with the Ten Lords, isn't it?"
"The material world is coming to an end."
"The little holy elements gathered by the light elves on the opposite side are less than one-tenth of Congreve's..." This is the difference between the material world and the abyss. The place of birth determines the upper limit of their abilities.
Adela squatted in the back, holding her reborn hand, breathing hard, her eyes shining: "Lord Congreve..."
The dark elements condensed more and more, and negative emotions gathered inside, bringing pleasure to the devil.
Congreve vaguely saw that the black-haired human priest with a very high affinity for holy elements seemed to say something to the light elf.
The Elf of Light no longer gathered the holy elements. She absorbed the elements and her body gradually solidified.
The black-haired priestess, empowered by the magic of the melon-shaped elf beside her, floated closer to the entrance of the abyss.
"To lay down your life for a faith you love?" Congreve chuckled.
"Very good, I, Congreve, love to fulfill people's wishes the most." In order to show that he didn't care about her, Congreve didn't even want to look at her.
"It's showtime." Congreve turned his back to the entrance to the material world and, imitating the etiquette of humans, saluted properly to all the audience.
The restless dark element group broke away from Congreve's control and flew to the material world under his instructions.
"3." Congreve counted down and admired the demons' expressions.
Congreve raised one finger and said, "Two." The demons looked solemn.
"1." The demons looked puzzled.
"Bang." Congreve opened his hands, a fake smile on his face, ready to enjoy the applause.
All demons stepped back.
"Um?"
The imagined loud noise did not come as expected. Congreve turned around and saw the black-haired priestess standing at the intersection of the two worlds, with one hand on the edge of the dark elemental ball he released. The elemental ball became smaller and smaller in her hand, and in just half a minute, it had completely disappeared.
The black-haired priestess stopped where she was, as if confirming something.
After a moment, she looked over.
"No."
"No!"
Like a deity carved in a church, she gazes into the abyss with a smile. — Book of Prophecy, Final Chapter.
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