“How much time do we have left to prepare?”

Dressed in a red and gold dragon robe, the supreme commander of the Qiántáng Empire, Guan Feng, inquired of his adjutant while monitoring the battlefield through a PDA, controlling a drone to keep a real-time view of the combat.

“Approximately seven minutes before the Demon Lord regains his strength,” General Cheng Wei, also known as Xianglong, responded.

“The Elbottan Plan has already received Miller’s approval. Cheng Wei, have the messenger relay orders to the High Priest and the mages. We must complete the sealing before the Nether Lord unleashes another ‘Divine Annihilation.’ Once the sealing is complete, that is when we make our move!” Guan Feng declared coldly.

Behind him, hundreds of knights from the Holy Templar Order of the Rhine Duchy and the Qiántáng Empire stood in strict formation. The torrential rain pounded against their armor and the mechas stationed on the battlefield. Above them, the darkened sky flashed with electric blue lightning, illuminating the stormy heavens.

“Your Eminence, due to the previous assault, all support equipment has malfunctioned, and our vanguard forces have been nearly wiped out. Marshal Miller has given the order to initiate the Elbottan Plan. Please rally all mages for immediate execution!”

A messenger, cloaked in shadows, knelt before the coalition’s High Priest, Dolon, delivering the urgent command. Behind him, the mage corps, still reeling from the recent attack, struggled to regain their strength.

“It seems we have no other choice. All mages, hear my command! Encircle the Nether Lord, adopt the Swallow Formation, and prepare to activate the Elbottan Seal!”

For a brief moment, time itself seemed to pause. The battlefield fell into a stunned silence—some even stopped mid-action. “Did you not hear me? Move now!” Dolon commanded, raising his ebony staff. Only then did the white-robed mages of the United Church spring into action, rushing toward the battlefield’s core.

“Your Eminence, I believe we must inform the Archbishop. Hundreds of lives are at stake… He would never approve of this!”

A Church mage, his gray-white hair soaked by the relentless storm, clasped his hands in plea. His eyes burned with determination.

“Sao, I understand your concern, but we have no time for deliberation. If we fail to seal the Nether Lord before the next assault, our coalition is doomed. This battle is fought for the fate of humanity itself—everyone must accept this reality.” Dolon sighed, waving a hand dismissively. “Prepare yourselves. Our time is running out.”

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One hundred and twenty alliance mages swiftly reached the battlefield. Under the cover of the knights’ relentless assault, they took their designated positions, forming an overlapping Swallow Formation that enclosed the Nether Lord at its center. The demonic entity, on the verge of regaining its power, continued its ferocious duel with a dozen wounded Holy Knights of the coalition.

“Sir Gerald, we have orders from the Supreme Commander and the High Priest to commence the Elbottan Plan. We need your strength to break through the Nether Lord’s spatial barrier.”

Having just arrived with the Church’s forces, Orant, the Grand Knight of the Holy Peak Church, spoke urgently.

Sir Gerald sighed. “It seems this is our only option.”

Bang! Bang! With two swift shots from his pistol, enchanted bullets tore through the air. The black-armored knight darted forward like a gust of wind, expertly evading several energy blasts. His silver-white cross-emblazoned cloak billowed like a war banner in the storm.

Like a streak of black lightning, Gerald zigzagged across the battlefield, reaching the Nether Lord in mere moments. His brilliant blade ignited with a blinding radiance as he roared the true name of his fusion spell:

“Demon Blade—Tenfold Heartbreaker!”

The ground trembled violently once more. Infused with overwhelming magic, Gerald’s golden eyes blazed like twin suns. Amid the remnants of a shattered lighthouse—a relic of past war—faded black script marked the crumbling walls with the words: C-Sector Command Post. Weathered Incan flags, tattered and wind-worn, still clung to their posts. This place bore the scars of the Third World War’s nuclear devastation.

Atop the lighthouse’s highest balcony, Breton’s voice rang out excitedly. “Arthas, come look!”

Nasha, busy tending to Arthas’s wounds, helped him sit up. He blinked away dizziness and lifted his head. In the distant basin, a violent crimson light flickered erratically.

Arthas gasped. “That… That’s Sir Gerald’s power! The legendary demon blade that can sever even space itself…”

Breton stood abruptly, staring in shock. At that moment, a voice called out behind them: “Captain Breton, we need to take shelter in the underground bunker…”

A young, impatient black-haired boy from their youth brigade stood at the stairwell, urging them to hurry.

On the distant battlefield, purple-red demonic energy coiled like a vortex around the black-armored knight. The swirling debris and sand accelerated, forming a colossal storm of magical energy that blotted out the sky. The sheer force of Gerald’s unleashed power manifested as a towering spire of light piercing the heavens.

His titanium battle armor and tattered black cloak flapped violently in the storm. His heavily damaged helmet had been blasted away by the impact. His silver blade, now cloaked in golden divine energy, crackled with a red demonic aura. With each swift strike, Gerald unleashed a dozen devastating slashes, sending waves of fiery energy cascading toward the Nether Lord.

A deafening boom echoed as the crystalline spatial barrier surrounding the Nether Lord cracked like fractured ice before shattering completely.

“Hah… To think mere mortals could damage my spatial wall…” the Nether Lord seethed, his immense right hand forming waves of dark energy.

But it was too late. The aftershock of Gerald’s fusion spell, still carrying immense force, tore through the Nether Lord’s right gauntlet, shattering it. Enraged, the demonic entity raised his left fist, wreathed in violet soul flames, and hammered it down upon the exhausted knight. Gerald barely parried a few strikes before he was sent hurtling backward like a broken doll, blood spraying through the chaotic air like crimson ribbons…

“Foolish humans… Perish in despair! Did you think such power could wound me? Let me show you true annihilation!”

As the Nether Lord prepared to unleash another ‘Divine Annihilation,’ four High Priests of the Rhine Church rushed forward, chanting a supreme binding spell:

“Holy Song—Chains of Heaven!”

From the heavens, glowing chains of blue light descended, coiling around the Nether Lord’s muscular left arm, locking him in place. “Hmph. Such feeble magic is meaningless against me…” the demon sneered.

Yet as the mages poured every ounce of strength into the sealing spell, the battlefield quaked. The ultimate battle for humanity’s survival had begun…