Chapter 485, Section 484: Personal Visit
On Puji's side of the battlefield, the situation seemed to have reached a stalemate.
Behind them, a gap was pushed open in the mushroom cap of a heavily armored figure, and Inanna observed the situation.
There was no way around it; after all, Pink Puji was only at the Gold level. If she dared to arrogantly rush to the front line, the demons would dare to kill her and give Lin Jun a skill upgrade.
"Boss, can you make a big poop like last time?"
Inanna felt that, given the current situation, only that giant Puji could help them break through the demons' defenses.
"Wait, it's not time yet."
Inanna didn't know what Lin Jun was waiting for, but she still habitually chose to believe him.
Lin Jun could certainly summon the giant Puji right now and lead everyone to the foot of Sanshan City to continue the second round of fighting.
But... it's too dangerous.
The situation is more complicated than expected.
The Sword Saint and the Prince were locked in a fierce battle beneath the walls of Sanshan City, and the outcome remained uncertain.
Another furious being, clearly up to no good, is approaching from the west and is heading towards Sanshan City.
At the edge of the fungal carpet in the northeast, an unusual blood-red cloud rolled in from the horizon.
Instead of rushing in headfirst, we might as well stay here and wear down the demons.
It serves both as a deterrent and as a convenient way to escape with the powder when things go wrong.
...
Outside Sanshan City.
A blood-red cloud of bats shrouded the center of the battlefield, with occasional sharp sword lights tearing through the bloody curtain and carving deep trenches several meters into the ground.
The soldiers on both sides tacitly shifted their fighting to areas far from the core battlefield, as neither side wanted to be accidentally injured by their own leader's attack.
Ditas looked worriedly at the surging crimson field. The Sword Saint had been trapped inside for a long time, which cast a shadow over his heart.
The light on Archbishop Ditas's staff shone even brighter as he swung it, unleashing wave after wave of light-based spells.
Under his fierce offensive, Duke Brunus, who was already injured, was overwhelmed. If it weren't for the support of the demons such as Ern, this traitorous human duke would have been defeated long ago.
Seeing that the camp was beyond saving due to the widespread destruction, Ern decisively gathered his men together, defended only a few warehouses, and rushed to the outskirts of Three Mountains to provide support.
At this moment, the digital Puji who had completed their sabotage mission were gathered around the remaining warehouse, discussing their final assault plan.
However, the actual situation in the center of the battlefield was completely different from what outsiders speculated.
Prince Vesalius is facing an unprecedented and difficult battle.
The Sword Saint's [Qi Sensing] locked on firmly, and each time, several sword lights blocked all his escape routes.
Worse still, the wounds that were cut were covered with a special power that prevented the vampires from having a powerful self-healing ability.
The prince had to constantly manipulate the blood on the battlefield to barely withstand the relentless attacks.
To his annoyance, there wasn't nearly enough blood available on the battlefield; those puji had consumed far too much!
In fact, judging from the sky full of blood bats, Vesalius has already attracted quite a bit of blood.
But against the Sword Saint's relentless onslaught, this blood was still not enough.
【Moonlight Steps LV10】
[Speed Up to LV10]
【Sword Mastery】
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The Sword Saint's figure flashed out from the blood mist, his twin swords unleashing two silver slashes. Vesalius tried to transform into a bat to escape, but his injuries slowed him down.
The sword flashed across the prince's neck, his head flew high into the air, the ferocious expression frozen on his pale face, and the bloodshot in his pupils quickly faded.
The sky full of blood bats then dissipated one by one like bubbles.
The swordsman stood leaning on his sword, his chest rising and falling slightly, for that last strike had taken a lot of his strength.
Overall, the battle was easier than he had anticipated.
Time seemed to stand still.
"His Highness...is he dead?"
The demon soldiers stood frozen in place, some even dropping their weapons to the ground.
The death of their commander plunged the entire battle line into chaos, and fear spread like a plague, causing the demons' formation to crumble.
Only Ern remained unfazed: "Hold the line!"
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared, and Ern crashed into the ruins, with only his severed arm spinning as it landed on the spot.
With the number nine on its head and empowered by spores, Fifteen stood frozen in front of the severed arm, then shouted loudly, "Victory! Humanity will prevail!"
"We will...we will win! Humanity will win!" a soldier shouted excitedly, followed by thunderous cheers!
Amidst the cheers of the kingdom's soldiers, the demonic lines collapsed.
Many demons witnessed the scene of the prince being beheaded. Even those who didn't see it saw the blood bats on the ground vanish completely.
With Ern falling, their last fighting spirit crumbled.
The werewolf-like church warriors roared, their claws tearing through the backs of the fleeing demons, leaving behind only severed limbs and remains.
Archbishop Ditas raised his staff, and holy light shone in victory before the battle lines, and all of humanity felt their strength restored to some extent.
The human soldiers were greatly encouraged and charged forward, brandishing their weapons.
Lin Jun didn't join the humans in their joy of victory. He simply controlled the mycelium to quickly attach to Vesalius's corpse, knowing that it would be too late if it wasn't decomposed soon!
Huh? It can't be broken down?
Wait, why is your panel still there?!
Lin Jun wanted to finish him off quickly and devour the prince, but it was too late.
The sky darkened.
It wasn't dark clouds that obscured the sky, but rather a surging sea of blood hanging upside down in the heavens, staining the world a suffocating dark red.
"What...is that?" The soldiers, who had just been immersed in victory, stared blankly at the blood-red curtain that covered the sky and the earth.
The werewolf warriors let out threatening growls, their fur standing on end involuntarily.
Even Archbishop Ditas's holy light contracted and swayed under the suppression of the blood curtain.
A figure slowly descended from the center of the blood curtain, seated on a blood throne.
He was paler than Vesalius, and the blood-red patterns on his dark red royal robes changed constantly as if they were alive.
He was not wearing a crown, but everyone present knew his identity—the Emperor, Mortis Dracon!
“Your Majesty…” The heavily wounded Ern emerged from the ruins, his voice trembling with fanaticism.
The fleeing demon army suddenly stopped, their fear instantly turning to joy. The warriors pounded their chests and roared in battle, while the vampires unfurled their tattered bat wings and reformed their ranks.
"Why...why is he here?" Ditas stared at the figure, feeling a wave of despair.
The Sword Saint's eyes concealed all emotion as he reached into his robes...
In the sky, crimson eyes swept across the battlefield.
Mortis let out a soft chuckle when he saw the church's wolf-like warriors.
Their gaze finally settled on the prince's headless corpse.
"Vesalius, how much longer are you going to lie there?"
Blood gushed forth, the head regenerated, and even the wounds on the body were completely healed.
Vesalius knelt on one knee: "Welcome, my lord!"
On Vesalius's panel, a skill called "Blood of Kin" dropped from LV2 to LV1.
(End of this chapter)
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