Bishop Cologne's voice boomed through the clearing, laced with a venomous fury. What was supposed to be a relaxing hunt had become a humiliating encounter with a hulking Cyclops. His dark robes billowed around him like storm clouds as he raised a hand, channeling power into a swirling orb of obsidian energy.
Stanley, his face contorted into a savage mask of rage, mirrored the Bishop's action. A dark orb, smaller but no less potent, materialized at his fingertips. He flung it with a guttural roar, the projectile carving a burning arc through the air before slamming into the Blood Clan ranks.
The explosion was deafening, a flash of malevolent light engulfing more than a dozen unfortunate Blood Clan members. Their bodies were instantly shredded, vaporized in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only wisps of smoke and the acrid stench of burnt flesh.
Panic rippled through the remaining Blood Clan. Their once confident advance faltered, replaced by a desperate scramble for cover. Their numbers had dwindled to a mere fifty, most others lying broken and bleeding on the forest floor. The tide was turning, and they knew it.
Stanley's gaze, cold and calculating, swept the battlefield. He spotted his true target – Morgen, the Blood Clan's leader, standing resolute in the heart of their rear camp. A sneer twisted his lips. This wasn't just about hunting anymore, it was about crushing their defiance, sending a message that would reverberate through the entire Blood Clan.
"Perhaps you should consider yourself fortunate to perish at the hands of the followers of the great god of tyranny."
Stanley exclaimed from a distance of several dozen meters.
My eyes sparkle with uncontrollable happiness.
The dark magic orb in his grasp condensed once more.
Touch~
Click~
The sound of a heavy weapon striking a wall rang out, followed by the shattering of the space where Corso had been swallowed like glass.
A giant hand emerged directly from the void and slammed into Stanley's body.
The feeble mage shield burst instantaneously.
The blood spewed out and flew backward.
Click~
The entire space was shattered, and Corso's towering figure appeared once more in his place, unfazed by the void.
Stanley and Cologne's faces immediately became somber.
"This cursed Cyclops has far too high of a magic resistance. We can't do him any damage."
Stanley's eyes burned with fury since casters were most afraid of encountering this monster with exceptionally high magic resistance.
Because once they come across it, regardless of how strong the caster is, it is tough to deal with since powerful magic is useless against them.
Furthermore, the opponent's attack power is still extremely high, and if you are not cautious, you may be killed in an instant.
"This can't go on.
The glory of the tyrannical god cannot be insulted."
Cologne then did something that shocked everyone.
"Great god of tyranny, your most devoted believer implores you for strength"
Cologne, the dark bishop of level beta plus, raised his hands above his head and knelt fiercely on the ground, reciting this prayer in the abyss blasphemy.
After some time.
An indescribable powerful gaze focused on this location, and then Cologne's body was slightly elevated in everyone's surprised eyes, and a yellow-blue flame appeared all over his body.
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Bang, bang, bang~
A small amount of change.
Two meters, three meters, five meters... In the end, Cologne, the dark bishop of level beta plus, grew to a height of 10 meters, and his body was no longer a human body of flesh and blood.
It evolved into a demon body composed of rocks, with a yellow-blue abyss magic flame emanating from it.
A true abyss creature - the lava demon.
Corso's entire body is comprised of rocks at this time. The rocks radiate yellow-blue flames, and the extreme temperature distorts the surrounding space.
Every step he took left a fiery red footprint on the earth, and even the rock next to him melted into magma in less than 10 seconds.
After transforming, Cologne, the dark bishop, has reached level beta plus, while Corso, his opponent, is only level beta.
He didn't give him much time to think about it. After becoming a lava demon, Cologne unleashed an even more powerful onslaught upon the bronze Cyclops.
Corso did not show any signs of weakness. With his huge one-eyed fierce eyes, he launched a charge after a deafening roar.
Touch~
Corso's massive fist struck the lava demon's head with great force, but the lava demon responded with a right hook, and the fist, which weighed several tons, did no damage to the other party.
The lava demon struck Corso in the chest, causing his eyes to swell with pain and ferocity.
This is a conflict between titans.
The sky is collapsing and the earth is cracking, the mountains are full of tsunamis, and the whole valley appears to be in the throes of an earthquake.
The combat between the Lava Devil and the Cyclops abruptly quieted the scene.
Everyone keeps a safe distance from the battlefield because no one wants to be inadvertently crushed to death by them.
The earth collapsed under the battle of the two giants.
Rumble~
However, something unexpected occurred to everyone.
"Great god of tyranny, your most devoted believer implores you to grant you strength." Stanley once more appealed to the evil god without Corso's interference.
Unsurprisingly, the sinister and powerful environment appeared once more.
Bane, the god of tyranny.
Corso's soul, who had been fighting back and forth with the lava demon, was startled, and a sharp pain struck him, causing his massive body to fall directly to the ground.
Five Rings Spell: Soul Impact.
Even Corso, who has a very high magic resistance, was still badly injured in the face of the five-ring spell because it was cast by the gods.
Stanley's face revealed a powerful sense of joy. The divine surrender is the Evening Bell Church's most effective magic, which can only be used once every three months.
The only effect is to temporarily summon the will of the gods to assault the enemy.
The lava demon seized the opportunity and grabbed Corso's legs, swinging him around like a sack a few times before slamming him into the ground.
The Cyclops's head struck the earth with such force that cobwebs formed and earth and rock debris flew everywhere.
Corso, who had been struck by the five-ring spell, no longer had the strength to retaliate.
The victor has been determined.
The scene was deadly silent, and even the fearless blood clan couldn't help but fall silent at this point.
They no longer possessed the ability to overcome another level beta plus lava demon.
Corso and Amy, the most powerful combatants, have been severely injured. Who else is capable of fighting?
Morgen raised his head and scanned the area.
A small smile crossed his lips as the struggle reached this point.
A hint of coldness then appeared in his eyes.
"All blood clans gather and prepare to attack"
How can the blood clan ever take half a step back!
Stanley couldn't help but smile at this scene, with a strong sarcasm on his savage face.
"Weak vampire, kneel down and accept your destiny."
The lava demon also made a cold sound at this time.
"Death, destruction"
The abyss is blasphemous and cold.
The space was charged with gloom, and just one second before Morgen ordered the attack.
A crisp voice with sarcasm rang out in the valley.
"It's truly weak."
"A demon with strength but no understanding of how to utilize it can force you to act like this."
"What a dull fight"
Morgen turned his head abruptly, and a woman in a leather skirt with plenty of wild beauty appeared in his vision, wearing short boots.
The atmosphere in the scene suddenly became tense, and everyone stared at the person with unknown eyes.
Step on it~
Which wild-eyed woman approached under everyone's gaze, slowly drew out Grot's gigantic sword that was stuck in the earth, and effortlessly lifted it.
The tall and slender figure carrying this enormous sword oddly provides a sense of harmony. It seems that this lady should wield this weapon, which should be reserved for hefty warriors.
The two evil gods frowned when they saw this scene, paying no attention to the woman who had suddenly appeared.
"Stupid woman, kill her!"
The lava demon's voice is like thunder and lightning.
When Stanley heard this, the corners of his mouth revealed a forceful arc, and his hands cast spells at the same time.
Two dark magic orbs flew towards the wild figure with a deadly aura and a big sword a second later.
Death is approaching.
Stanley has even pictured the other party being shattered.
Just under everyone's gaze, the fair-skinned, wild-eyed woman raised an eyebrow and moved forward with the sword without making any concessions.
It was directly sliced downward at the two dark balls.
"Idiot!" Stanley's smirk had only just emerged when it vanished unexpectedly.
"What, how is it possible!?"
The two dark magic orbs were swiftly sliced in half by the gigantic sword before vanishing into the air as magical elements.
Safe and sound.
Stanley was taken aback by the faint brilliance on the enormous sword.
"Fearless! Extremely intention!! You are the warrior of the north, no, you are the royal family in the north!!"
Stanley's eyes widened to their utmost.
The voice was a little shrill as a result of the shock.
"How is this possible? Don't you need the blood of the golden race to recover?"