Volume 2 chapter 50
The desperate interception by the demon fighters bought precious time. The bomber fleet arrived over the Alliance camp almost unscathed.
Bomb bay doors opened. Heavy gravity bombs fell in a deadly rhythm, raining down on the camp like steel hail.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Mushroom clouds bloomed across the valley floor. Each cloud marked the vanishing of dozens, sometimes hundreds, of lives.
Suddenly, five figures shot into the sky from the Alliance camp. Five Ninth-Rank powerhouses: Two Knight-Bishops, two Grand Magi, and one Elven Grand Druid.
Only five.
Seeing this, Clyris breathed a sigh of relief. The attacks on the supply lines had worked; the Alliance had panicked and sent their best to defend the logistics, leaving the main camp vulnerable.
To protect her bomber fleet, she stopped hiding her presence. She drew her sword and charged!
"Shadow Slash!"
Darkness coiled around her blade, swallowing the light. She swung, and a crescent of pure black mana sliced through the sky.
"The Demon Lord?!"
"Not good!!"
The reaction of the Ninth-Rankers was instantaneous. The moment they felt Clyris's aura, all five halted their ascent and turned to engage her.
The two Bishops—one wielding a massive war hammer, the other a cruciform sword—coordinated perfectly. They struck from the left and right, shattering the black crescent in mid-air.
"Heavenly Fire Immolation!" A Grand Magus tapped her staff. Countless flames erupted around Clyris, the intense heat warping space itself.
"Spatial Lockdown!" The other Grand Magus pressed his hand down. Space solidified across several kilometers. Even the dust motes in the air froze in place.
But it’s not enough! This level is... far from enough!
Compared to the Saint of Space, Brand, who could freeze tens of kilometers instantly, the spatial lockdown of a Ninth-Rank Magus was laughably weak in both intensity and scope.
"Gravity Slash: Shatter!"
Clyris swung her sword. Unparalleled gravity crushed down upon the blade. The strike collapsed space itself, shattering the lockdown like glass.
She followed up with a flurry of strikes. The valley was instantly filled with chaotic gravity wells and turbulent spatial rifts.
The battlefield became a blur. Flames rose from the void, spreading along the spatial rifts. Anything solid was first torn apart by spatial shards, then incinerated into nothingness by the trailing fire.
"Wind of Life!"
The Elven Grand Druid pushed his hands forward. Life energy swept over his four companions like a gentle spring breeze, knitting their wounds instantly.
"Thanks..." The Magus with the staff began to say.
But Clyris gave them no time for pleasantries.
"Gravity Slash: Shadow Kill!"
Targeting the Healer—the Druid—a sword beam of condensed gravity, wrapped in clouds of darkness, slipped through the shadows of space and aimed straight for his skull.
"Don't even think about it!!"
The Hammer Bishop roared. Blood-red mist wrapped around his war hammer as he smashed it forward!
CRACK!
The sky fractured. The blood mist annihilated the dark clouds, and the hammer force pulverized the sword beam.
Simultaneously, the Sword Bishop swung his cruciform blade. Blindly brilliant Holy Light erupted from his body as he charged Clyris.
"Holy Light Demon-Slayer Slash!"
The speed of the swing was invisible within the blinding light. All one could see was a mass of pure radiance smashing toward her face.
"Do you think I can't dodge just because I can't see?!"
Clyris saw through the trick instantly. Fearlessly, she swung her sword to meet the light.
"Great Dark Sky Slash!"
Death and darkness merged into a cloud of gloom, carrying the aura of absolute silence. It lacked the sharpness of a sword, but where it passed, even microscopic life decayed into dust.
RUMBLE...
Darkness and Light collided. The world was split into day and night. A terrifying mana storm swept through the valley, reaping lives like the scythe of the Reaper.
The bombers had long since completed their mission and returned to base. But the Alliance troops below had nowhere to run. First carpet-bombed, and now caught in the crossfire of a Ninth-Rank battle.
The casualty count among the 300,000 troops skyrocketed. Except for High-Rank officers and Sixth-Rank elites, the soldiers were reduced to unrecognizable meat.
Those who survived the valley of death ran out of the camp—only to be met by a storm of bullets and shells.
Positioned forty kilometers away, the Demon Army was largely unaffected by the Ninth-Rank clash. Their combat effectiveness remained at 100%.
Ice, Fire, and Thunder Demons formed a united casting array. From the flanking hills, they turned a ten-kilometer zone into a hellscape of frost, inferno, and lightning.
The exhausted, shell-shocked Alliance survivors collapsed instantly. They couldn't organize a single effective counterattack.
"No! We can't force the Demon Lord to retreat! If this continues, the soldiers below will be wiped out!" The Magus with the staff grit his teeth, looking down at the slaughter.
"What do we do?" the Elven Grand Druid asked anxiously. Half of the army below were Elves. If they all died here, how would he explain it to the Empress?
"Worry about yourselves first!!"
Clyris cleaved the Sword Bishop aside and pressed her palm down cold-heartedly.
Her army was far away. Below her were only enemies. She held nothing back.
"Curtain of Death!!"
A grey canopy shrouded the heavens and slowly descended, extinguishing all vitality it touched.
"Demon Lord! How dare you!!"
The two Bishops roared, eyes bulging with fury. They swung their weapons in unison, their bodies enveloped in brilliant Holy Light.
"Great Lord! Merciful Lord! Lord of Infinite Radiance! We chant your name!! Spread the Light!!"
The two Archbishops chanted a hymn. Pure white light bloomed with limitless brilliance.
"HOLY · JUDGMENT!!!"
The Holy Light illuminated the sky for dozens of kilometers, shining like a second sun.
This was why the Church held the supreme position among the empires. Although they followed the paths of Magi and Knights, their faith in the Lord of Light granted them blessings. It gave them an advantage in same-tier duels and allowed believers to combine their strength seamlessly!
RUMBLE...
The collision of the Light Sphere and the Death Curtain tore a hole in the sky ten kilometers wide. The two mountain peaks melted like snow under a summer sun, hundreds of meters of rock vanishing instantly.
The earth surged like a tsunami. Millions of tons of soil, carrying over 200,000 soldiers, rose dozens of meters into the air and slammed down, burying countless men alive.
The earth wave didn't stop. It poured out of the valley mouth like a flood of mud and bodies.
Fortunately, the Demon positions were high on the mountainsides, sparing them from the landslide. However, the mana shockwave swept over them, causing demons below the Mid-Rank to vomit blood.
"AAAAHHH!!!"
The tragedy below pierced the heart of the Elven Grand Druid. He roared, spreading his arms wide. Countless vines erupted from his body, growing wildly.
CRACK... CRACK...
In the blink of an eye, a thousand-meter-tall Treant stood upon the earth. At its feet, towering trees burst from the barren ground, instantly turning the wasteland into a forest.
"DEMON LORD!! YOU DESERVE DEATH!!!"
The Treant let out an earth-shaking roar and swung a fist the size of a mountain. Simultaneously, giant flowers bloomed atop every tree, releasing a thick green mist.
Where the mist passed, it brought not life, but death.
Even rocks that had weathered ten thousand years of wind crumbled into sand. Living beings were instantly reduced to dry bones, their life force sucked into the trees and funneled into the giant Treant.
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