Chapter 743: Face Your Inner Fear! (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

"You lot are a tad too confident." As a Saint-tier powerhouse, even if it were one against two, he was not so easily brought down.

The demon spirit, Sael, surveyed his surroundings; though these elves, dwarves, and humans gathered together outnumbered his own forces, it was not by an overwhelming margin.

"Has it been so long that you have forgotten the combat prowess of the Shadow Legion?" Sael sneered, "You dare oppose us with such a ragtag, mixed formation?! Once they free their hands, do you really think you can do anything to me?"

The Shadow Legion was battle-hardened, each soldier a seasoned veteran capable of matching ten foes alone on the field.

During times of frequent warfare, they would endure several campaigns a year, forged through countless clashes of blood and fire!

The uninitiated old orc king grew solemn, yet the Great Elder of the elves wore a smile: "Then I am afraid you are bound for disappointment!"

At this moment, Mr. De and his cohort thought: We bloody fight on battlegrounds every single day! From level ten onwards, we've been grinding mini-battlegrounds like Warsong Gulch, and all kinds of large-scale battlegrounds at max level; our military ranks are all bloody Grand Marshals. When we were farming ranks, we played dozens of matches a day, and after that, we still had to fight faction wars. It's been over a year now—who does he think is grander than whom?

Thus, across the battlefield, a chorus of battleground and faction war commanders bellowed frantically: "Warriors, Shield Wall! Push up!"

"Keep a few Protection Paladins to guard the healers!"

"Mages, drop Blizzard into the enemy crowd! Assassins and rogues, go cut down their backline!"

Upon the battlefield, magic and storms, blood and thunder swept forth. Sael realized that far from suppressing these disorganized forces, their own formation was constantly shrinking, forced completely into the center of the valley!

"How can this be?!" Sael roared, but the only answer to his cry was a massive fireball that plummeted like a falling meteor.

Boom!

The mountain stones shattered, as if a fierce sun were incinerating the heavens.

Before the smoke could settle, a fierce wind whipped across his face as a colossal greatsword clove downward. Before the blade even arrived, the immense air pressure forced the ground down by several feet!

Bang!

Heaven and earth shook violently. Evasion and disengagement were achieved almost in a single instant as a dark silhouette soared from the ground into the sky, its speed so extreme that it was nearly impossible to catch even a shadow.

In the pursuit, one could only see two streaks of lightning-fast shadows flashing across the battlefield, followed by the shattering of mountain stone and the cracking of the earth.

Sael seized an opportunity. In the sky, black clouds gathered, and countless bolts of lightning poured down like a waterfall. Beneath the thunderclouds, that silhouette resembled a demon god!

"Let me show you what real war magic is!"

"Counterspell!" the white-bearded, white-haired old elf murmured softly, raising his staff.

A flash of magical light erupted, and the black clouds swirling in the sky suddenly dissipated, the thunder instantly silenced!

"If I didn't interrupt that, this old man would have wasted his time in the progression raids this year!" the old elf declared majestically.

"Pfft—!" Spitting a mouthful of dark blood, Sael felt a strange magical force forcibly disrupt his incantation!

His face twisted in sheer rage.

What bloody sorcery was this?!

Before he could think further, the greatsword tore across his waist, slicing the sea of black clouds that had yet to scatter in the sky behind him cleanly in two.

Had he not dodged in time, that single strike would have severed him at the waist!

Beset by the onslaught of two peak Saint-tier experts, the demon spirit Sael fell completely into a disadvantage.

"How is this possible...?!" The combat strength of these people was entirely outside his calculations. One had to know that he had expended a great deal of effort and no small amount of energy just to kill the old orc king previously.

Now that the opponent was resurrected, Sael was already in poor condition due to the ebb and flow of their strengths, compounded by these completely unseen yet extremely concise and effective strange spells...

"Retreat!" In this split second, only those two words remained in his mind.

As a top-tier powerhouse, the transition from thought to action was seamless. Floating in the sky, he took a deep breath, and his robes billowed wildly as the wide cloak wrapping his body swelled into a massive black sphere.

Even from afar, one could feel the destructive energy contained within it.

"Not good!" The Great Elder of the elves immediately waved his staff, and a vast power erupted from it, transforming into a colossal barrier of water that enveloped everyone present.

The next moment, the destructive energy erupted like a volcanic explosion, sweeping through sky and earth. Trees, soil, and soldiers of the Shadow Legion alike were reduced to ash wherever the energy swept!

Even the pale blue water barrier shook precariously before finally collapsing.

A dark phantom immediately fled into the distance at a speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.

...

After clearing out the remaining Shadow Legion, the gathered orcs, dwarves, and elves could not help but show expressions of regret.

"We let him escape."

"He won't escape." Gazing in the direction where Sael had fled, Owner Fang, who had been idling around, finally spoke up.

"Eh? Boss, do you have another trick up your sleeve?!" At this moment, several elves crowded around, looking at Owner Fang as if they were looking at a Doraemon.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

The figure riding the Shadow Fiend Dragon still sat regally at the apex of the sky.

He seemed like the demon god ruling over the entire battlefield.

...

The Summit of All Nations was a grand hall, and the projections of these supreme powerhouses of the continent were cast into the elegant private rooms surrounding the loft.

Right in the center was the magical projection reflecting the entire battlefield.

A group of people was clearly spectating with great enthusiasm.

The war had gradually reached a white-hot phase, but the human side clearly still held a slight advantage.

"Noble Your Majesty, the Elven King," St. Dulan, currently dressed in an immaculate white magic robe, said with a smile, "If the elves of your noble race do not arrive soon with reinforcements, this war will be drawing to a close under the leadership of our Judgment Temple."

"By then, our names shall be remembered for a thousand generations," St. Dulan laughed.

"Hmm?" From the high-and-mighty throne, a pair of beautiful eyes cast their gaze down.

She thought to herself: "...I clearly sent a large host of elves to reinforce them, so why haven't I seen a single one?"

The Dwarf King also felt something was amiss at this moment: Elder Thork also told me he was leading men to reinforce them, so where are they?

...

At the same time, on the "Eye of the Secret Realm" magic forum.

"Breaking news, private report! Powerhouses have gathered at the border of the Lianshan Principality, forming an ironclad defense. The Shadow Legion cannot break through at all, we are going to win!" This news was naturally posted by Master Os.

The entire forum instantly erupted in cheers, to the point where people were practically ready to drop to their knees and call him daddy.

At the same time, they did not forget to drag out the silently absent "Blizzard Fanatics" and "Origin Warriors" to mock them: "It's over, the 'Blizzard Fanatics' have no chance left."

"Presumably they were delayed by too many corpses on the road; after all, they have to showcase their resurrection spells."

"The Blizzard Fanatics are still on their way, hahahaha!"

"His Excellency Sword Saint Cleus: You don't need to come anymore, just go handle logistics."

"Hahaha, so the Blizzard Fanatics can only do logistics?"

"Taking them seriously, the resurrection spell isn't real anyway. Do we really want them for logistics? Better let them go plague the Shadow Legion instead."

"..."

...

Just then, the Death Lord, who remained completely motionless, revealed a cold smile beneath his armor: "How is the Seed of Nightmare progressing?"

The slender figure beside them nodded slightly.

Beholding the battlefield before it, now entirely consumed by scorching chaos, it resembled a deity presiding over life and death: "...Embrace your innermost terror!"

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