Chapter 161 Last Battle

The Erem Elves’ fleet was indeed immensely powerful to this world's natives, but it had not yet reached the point of being completely invincible—the races from Izhaks’s old home had clearly honed extraordinarily unique war technology trees in their long struggles. War weapons that primarily relied on supernatural magic couldn't be judged solely based on technical level. Moreover, the Erem fleet needed to protect a super fortress that was three to four hundred kilometers long and nearly a hundred kilometers wide. This enormous and slow-moving thing was like a target, leaving the elven fleet with no time to be distracted. Therefore, Izhaks and Hao Ren had to find a way to help deal with some enemies: at least to take out those annoying cannons.

The human magical cannons possessed unprecedented power, but their turning speed was slow, making them only a threat to the giant fortress in the sky. The Erem fleet quickly suppressed these sluggish monstrosities, while the demons’ fel cannons were superior in locking speed and firing rate—Izhaks and his team were targeting these guys.

"Follow me! Charge!!" Izhaks raised his black demon sword to face the demon legions before him. This five-meter-tall lava demon was the most conspicuous landmark on the entire ground battlefield. Under the scorching red light, the veterans of the demon army were a hundred times more spirited, but they made the demons of Ceratos's legion tremble with fear. As the demon sword swung down, dozens of magic runes released shock waves no less powerful than heavy aerial bombs, leaving only ashes where the low-level demons had stood before Izhaks.

The obsidian giants marched forward with heavy steps, their movements seemingly slow, yet steady and determined. No enemy could stop these cold monsters from advancing. The giant's blood-red single eye continuously released scorching energy, clearing the way forward with explosions and heat waves, while the heavily armed demons wielding chainswords followed their king, silently reaping every enemy before them.

They were Izhaks's last army, and the only one that remained standing in the city as the demon army crumbled. These demon veterans were covered with crisscrossing deep scars, and countless battles had forged them to the point where they had almost lost their original forms. But they were like old tanks taken out of a museum—even if covered in wounds, they could still rumble forward, and in the roar of their chainswords, all turned to ash!

The Demon King's Army, once the strongest legion that had reigned over this world for hundreds of years, would stand and leave in its final battle, even if it was crumbling!

Ceratos's personal guard legions surged towards Izhaks wave after wave, desperately protecting the fel cannons with the remaining courage in their demonic hearts, but the result of surging up wave after wave was that they turned into ashes wave after wave. Izhaks trampled these weak creatures like a fiery giant. He grabbed a burly demon guard and threw him forcefully to the ground: "Are you worthy to block my path?!"

The Demon King's roar echoed across the battlefield, and dozens of demon guards stopped in their tracks at the roar, then turned directly into scorching rocks on the spot, crumbling one after another.

Heavy footsteps came from beside him, and Izhaks instinctively raised his demon sword to block. With a loud "boom," a large area of ​​ground around him shattered directly, sinking into a deep pit with a radius of more than twenty meters. Ceratos's dark red war blade was stuck on the blade of the demon sword, and dazzling sparks flashed where the weapons met: "Old thing, your era is over!"

The green runes on the demon sword lit up one by one, and Izhaks shook off the war blade: "But it's not your turn either!"

The demon lord, like a crawling creature, quickly reorganized and charged again at the towering figure in front of him who had once made him tremble day and night.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The fight between the two demon lords caused the earth to shake violently. The entire space within a few hundred meters seemed to be oscillating, quickly covering a layer of blurred shadow. Their attacks were equally straightforward—every slash of the sword was simple and unadorned, yet even the structure of space was gradually collapsing in these repeated chops. The nearby demon guard legions fled this area one after another. Demons who ran a little slower were directly turned into stone powder by the aftermath of the battle, and the lower-level demons even heard the roar of the battle and were instantly burned into blazing torches by the evil fire in their bodies: the power of the demon lords was depriving all the weak demons on the battlefield of their lives. Inexperienced recruits were being converted into the energy of each slash of the demon sword and war blade in batches.

The allied forces of the Holy See, who were fleeing in all directions under the bombing of the Erem warships in the distance, also noticed the earth-shattering movement here. A cavalry brigade that had gotten too close to the demon's position while dodging the plasma cannons seemed to be possessed. A few young soldiers turned their heads to look at the area where Izhaks and Ceratos were fighting, and fell from their horses in a breath, their skin having turned into grayish-white, stiff fibers. They were as if petrified or withered.

"Don't look over there!" An experienced old knight desperately controlled his mind. "The soul will be swallowed!"

With another collision of weapons, the figures of Izhaks and Ceratos separated. The space around them already showed obvious signs of distortion in the repeated impacts, and some fully reflective bright curved surfaces floated in the air. This was a sign that the space was about to warp and close.

"Old thing, you're useless," Ceratos gasped, flames falling from his body, but without any injuries. "I can feel it… The motivation that drove you to sweep the world has disappeared. Having lost a goal, you are now just an old guy swinging a sword to protect yourself… You are not my opponent."

Izhaks looked down at his chest, indifferently raised his sword again: "You're wrong, I still have a goal now..."

As the words fell, the giant lava demon disappeared into the air in an instant.

Ceratos's muscles trembled violently, and a strong sense of crisis came from behind him, but his huge body made him react half a beat slower. After a loud noise, the entire giant crawling creature was chopped away for hundreds of meters. When he landed with a crash, half of his body had turned into a loose, volcanic rock-like substance. Izhaks's demon sword was stuck tightly in Ceratos's waist, and although it had not completely cut through, it had almost split the demon in half.

"...That is to bring my daughter home."

Ceratos struggled desperately, but his body was still gradually turning into loose volcanic rock at an irreversible rate. This powerful demon lord had been complacent because of the momentary upper hand just now, but now he had no chance to regret it. Izhaks stepped forward, pulled out the demon sword, and casually chopped off Ceratos's mostly petrified head: "...You blocked my way."

Ceratos's death caused a huge commotion in the surrounding demon legions. Without even looking, Izhaks knew that the situation here was set. He shook off the rock dust on the demon sword and looked up in a certain direction: a giant demon with skin as red as fire stood there at some point. The fresh and hot demon blood on his body proved the fierce battle he had experienced along the way. Although this scarlet demon had expanded several times in size since their last meeting, the conspicuous huge scar on his cheek was still recognizable at a glance.

Izhaks nodded: "Ramondino, I didn't think you would come."

Ramondino, the Demon King's general who should have already fled far away, now reappeared on the battlefield. He bowed slightly to Izhaks: "One last battle."

"Are you sure you won't come with me?"

"What you said is a good place," Ramondino turned and walked away, "but not for me."

On the other side, Hao Ren was facing a giant "insect" like a small mountain.

Banaklak rubbed his several limbs, making a harsh, rustling sound from under his carapace, as if he were laughing. Hao Ren stood on the head of the beastified Lily, seeming to have adapted to this new form of combined combat.

Compared to Banaklak, Hao Ren was like an inconspicuous bean. Now, he was relying entirely on Lily's transformed body to hold down the fort here.

Sparks flickered on the alloy spear, but this spear didn't seem to have much effect on the super giant "insect demon" in front of him. Lily bared her teeth and growled threateningly at the enemy, her mouth twitching occasionally: she had tried to bite the opponent just now, and now her teeth hurt.

"Don't bite things randomly next time." Hao Ren patted Lily's nose with the spear, eliciting a dissatisfied grumble from the latter. Then, he looked up at the sky, and saw a blue light flying quickly.

"Big bug," Hao Ren looked at Banaklak with a smile, "I'll show you something good."

The next second, Banaklak felt a strong sense of dizziness coming from all directions.

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