Chapter 749: Fierce Battle! (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

"Activate Bloodlust!"

As the tall, slender figure beside him chanted the incantation, a canopy of dark crimson clouds gradually enveloped the battlefield.

It seemed to carry an unmapped magic, causing the eyes of every soldier in the Shadow Legion to gleam with a blood-red sharpness.

Their gaze was consumed by bloodlust and frenzy, making them far more fearless of death than the allied forces of the various races from the Nora Continent, who looked as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Their attacks seemed to carry a cursed power; as the knights of the Golden Gryphon Knight Order charging at the very front cried out in alarm, Helen accidentally took a blow, and she instantly felt an invisible force draining the strength from her body, making her stumble and nearly collapse, while her opponent appeared even more vibrant and vigorous than a moment before.

The Shadow Legion, which had previously shown signs of retreat, actually began their counteroffensive anew, even showing signs of gradually gaining the upper hand.

"Look there!" St. Duran said loudly. "The Shadow Legion is not so easily dealt with. If I may be so bold, arrogance and individual or racial heroism will only lead to defeat and ruin."

"..." The expressions of the crowd grew heavy; it was truly not that their own side was weak, but that the enemy was far too strong, possessing an endless array of methods, such that one could not even discern how much of their true strength they had deployed.

The unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.

Watching the Shadow Legion strike back once more, both the Elven Queen and the Dwarf King could not help but feel a tremor of anxiety in their hearts.

War was no child's play; allowing them to remain on the battlefield meant forcing them to risk... the peril of defeat and death.

Seeing the hesitation on their faces, St. Duran could not help but smile: victory should only belong to us! How could it possibly descend upon such a ragtag mob? Even if it did, if they retreated, then that victory would vanish into nothingness!

But just then, they heard another burst of exclamation echo from the magical projection.

High in the sky, the area surrounding that fiercely invincible old knight was as clean as if it had been swept by a purifier; no member of the Shadow Legion dared to linger near him, lest the storm radiating with holy brilliance immediately consume them!

At this moment, he seemed to notice the predicament of the others as well.

He was seen holding the Book of Holy Covenants high in his hand.

A sacred radiance shone down at his summons, but this time, it fell directly upon the heads of the Shadow Legion.

The bloodthirsty light in the eyes of every shadow soldier touched by this illumination gradually faded away, returning to normal within an incredibly short span of time, as if that fierce, blood-crazed state had never existed at all.

"What is this again?!" Not only at the summit of nations, but even several commanders of the Shadow Legion looked at the scene before them in profound astonishment.

Never before had they heard of anyone being beaten back to their original form after entering such a bloodlust state!

The figure atop the Shadow Demonic Dragon looked at the spellcaster beside him.

"I did not cancel the spell!" The tall, slender mage spoke, his gloomy eyes flashing with a touch of chilling aura. "Damn it, they actually possess the means to forcibly dispel our magic!"

"Mass Dispel! (Uther was always a priest before becoming a paladin) I saw the description on the official website; this is Mass Dispel!" Everyone began to cheer—another level 70 skill!

They were all incredibly eager to play this new version of "The Burning Crusade"; with so many powerful skills, a large crowd gathered around Boss Fang: "Boss, can we all learn this after the level 70 cap opens?!"

"You can learn it, of course you can all learn it!" Boss Fang replied affirmatively.

"This can actually be learned...?!" A group of warriors and mages from the allied nations overheard a few words from the side, asking, "Can we learn it?!"

Inside the grand hall where St. Duran was located.

Clang!

A resounding crash echoed as he slammed his fist onto the table before him, causing the teacups on the surface to fly up from the impact.

His face was grim, but he adjusted his emotions once more and brought down the projection: "Apologies, I stepped away for a moment just now."

He stared intently at the situation on the battlefield before him; he did not believe that such a minor setback would force the Shadow Legion to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.

Sure enough, the opponent made another move.

Ness, the Lord of Energy—this foreign being with a human torso and cloven hooves, surrounded by terrifying elemental energy—was reportedly from an ancient race that had long been extinct on the Nora Continent.

They excel at mastering various elemental energies in nature and are born with superlative talent, yet no one had ever heard of any of their clansmen still existing in this world.

Moreover, he had actually appeared before everyone in the capacity of a deputy commander of the Shadow Legion.

No one knew what they intended to do, but everyone knew that what they brought was nothing but shadow, destruction, and death.

His gaze rose to the sky, and a soft, wind-like chant drifted from his mouth, as if he were summoning something.

Within the sky, the sea of dark clouds that covered the heavens and earth suddenly echoed with a low and strange, drawn-out cry.

Massive shadows wound their way down from the cloud layer, resembling ancient leviathans hidden in the deep sea during primordial times, their flat and broad bodies moving like the flapping of giant wings as they spewed dazzling firelight from their mouths, falling downward like world-ending meteors.

Situated in the extremely high and distant heavens, when viewed from the ground, those fireballs did not seem very large, but gradually, as they drew nearer, the booming roar sounded like thunder; looking up, the entire vision was filled with blinding, raging fire—such destructive flames were enough to smash half of the allied battlefield to pieces and burn them to ashes.

And the place where it fell was precisely the iron-like defensive line composed of a large number of Orc Protection Warriors, who served as the sturdiest shield for the mages and priests in the rear.

"Be careful!" Wilson, the Sword Saint, and the other Saint-level figures, being a group of battle-hardened veterans, understood the significance of these Orcs resisting at the very front better than anyone; risking the danger of sustaining severe injuries, they immediately abandoned the foes before them, and the sword in Wilson's hand struck out like a bolt of lightning beneath that giant meteor, a rapier thrusting out fiercely.

Boom!

A meteor exploded violently, followed immediately by a second, a third...

These human powerhouses, having experienced despair, clearly understood the meaning of this war better than anyone else.

Boom, boom, boom...!

A series of explosions rang out in the sky, and countless fragments of rock rained down like a downpour, some of which were still several meters in size.

The giant rocks crashing to the earth exploded violently, scattering a rain of fire; they only had time to raise the great shields in their hands before a massive wave of air blasted whole swathes of Orc warriors off their feet, and wails and cries of agony instantly spread across the entire battlefield!

As the warriors who resisted at the very front line, guarding all the mages and priests behind them with their bodies, climbed painstakingly from the ground, they looked up into the distance, only to see another terrifying meteor shower raining down from the heavens!

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