Chapter 494: Chapter 484: In Person

On the Puki side of the battlefield, the situation seemed to have reached a stalemate.

At the rear, the cap of a Heavy Armor Puki was pried open with a slit, and Inanna peered through it, observing the situation.

There was no helping it—Pink Puki was only Gold Level after all; if she dared to swagger onto the front line, the Demon Race would dare to chop her up on the spot and let Lin Jun’s Skills happily get +1.

“Boss, can you still make a big Puki like last time?”

Inanna felt that, given the current situation, only that Giant Puki might help them break through the Demon Race’s defensive line.

“Wait, it’s not time yet.”

Inanna didn’t know what Lin Jun was waiting for, but she habitually chose to trust him anyway.

Lin Jun could of course summon the Giant Puki right now, then lead everyone to rush to the foot of Three Mountains City and start round two.

But… it was too dangerous.

The situation was even more complicated than he’d expected.

Beneath Three Mountains City, the Sword Saint and the Prince were locked in a fierce battle, the outcome still unknown.

From the west, a berserker that looked obviously wrong was charging toward Three Mountains City.

And at the edge of the Fungal Mat to the northeast, an abnormal blood cloud was rolling across the sky toward them.

Rather than plunging straight into that mess, it was better to grind it out with the Demon Race here for a while.

That way they’d pin down the enemy, and if things turned bad, it would be easy to grab Pink Puki and run.

…

Outside Three Mountains City.

A blood-red cloud of bats shrouded the center of the battlefield; every now and then a few razor-sharp sword lights tore through the blood curtain, gouging out trenches several meters deep in the ground.

Soldiers on both sides tacitly shifted their killing fields away from the core battlefield—no one wanted to be hit by their own leader’s attacks.

Ditas looked worriedly toward that surging blood-colored domain. The Sword Saint had been trapped inside for a long time now, and a shadow settled over his heart.

The Archbishop Ditas’s Holy Light grew ever more blazing, his Magic Staff carving streaks of gold through the air as he waved it.

Under his fierce assault, the already wounded Duke Brunus was hard-pressed and flustered; if not for Ern and the other Demon Race reinforcements, this traitorous human Duke would have already gone down in defeat.

Seeing that their camp was already beyond saving under the destruction wrought by Pukis all over the ground, Ern decisively gathered his men, held only a few warehouses, and personally rushed to the foot of Three Mountains City to assist.

At this moment, the Numbered Pukis who had completed their sabotage mission were gathered around the remaining warehouses, huddling together to discuss their final assault plan.

However, the true situation at the center of the battlefield was completely different from what the outside world imagined.

Prince Visarus was locked in an unprecedentedly bitter fight.

The Sword Saint’s [Qi Sensitivity] had him firmly locked on, every time chaining several sword lights to seal off all of his escape routes.

Even worse, the wounds carved into him were imbued with some special Power that suppressed the Blood Race’s powerful self-healing.

The Prince had no choice but to constantly manipulate the blood on the battlefield to barely fend off that relentless onslaught.

What infuriated him was that there was far too little usable blood on the battlefield—those Pukis had eaten too much!

In fact, judging by the blood bats all over the sky, the amount of blood Visarius had summoned was already considerable.

But against the Sword Saint’s storm-like offensive, this blood was still not enough.

[Moon Stepping Level 10]

[Acceleration Level 10]

[Extreme Sword]

!!!

The Sword Saint’s figure flashed out of the blood mist, his Dual Swords tracing two perfect slashes. Visarius tried to turn into bats and flee, but his many wounds slowed him by a heartbeat.

The sword light swept across the Prince’s neck; his head flew high into the air, the ferocious expression frozen on his pale face as the blood in his pupils rapidly faded.

The blood bats filling the sky let out a shrill wail, then burst like bubbles, dissipating one by one.

The Sword Saint planted his swords in the ground and stood leaning on them, his chest rising and falling slightly; that last strike had cost him quite a bit of strength.

But all in all, this battle had been somewhat easier than he’d expected.

Time seemed to stand still.

“The Prince… is dead?”

The Demon Race soldiers stood frozen in place; someone’s weapon slipped from his hand and clanged to the ground.

Nobody knew who screamed first, but the commander’s death instantly threw the entire line into chaos. Fear spread like a plague, and the Demon Race’s formation began to unravel.

Only Ern remained expressionless, his voice cutting through the uproar: “Hold the line!”

Before the words had even faded, sword light flashed, and Ern’s whole body was sent crashing into the rubble, leaving only a severed arm spinning through the air to land where he had stood.

No. 9 perched above, Shi Wu, empowered by the spore Status, planted his feet in front of the severed arm and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Victory! Humanity will prevail!”

“V–Victory! Humanity will prevail!” A lowly soldier echoed Shi Wu in excitement, and then came a deafening cheer!

Amid the cheers of the Kingdom’s soldiers, the Demon Race’s line collapsed.

Many in Shanghai had seen the scene of the Prince being beheaded; even those who hadn’t seen it had witnessed the blood bats all over the ground vanish into nothing—something every Demon Race on the field saw with their own eyes.

With Ern also fallen, their last shred of fighting spirit crumbled.

The Werewolf Church Warriors roared, their claws tearing open the spines of the routing Demons, leaving broken limbs and scattered corpses in their wake.

The Archbishop Ditas raised his Magic Staff high, and Holy Light blossomed at the front like the radiance of victory; every human felt their Physical Strength recover somewhat.

Human soldiers’ morale soared. They brandished their weapons and charged forward in pursuit.

Lin Jun didn’t join the humans in reveling in victory; instead, he focused on driving his Mycelium to quickly creep over Visarius’s corpse. If he didn’t decompose it now, it would soon be too late!

Huh?

Why is your panel still there?

Lin Jun wanted to follow up with a few more cuts and hurry to eat the Prince, but it was already too late.

The sky went dark.

It wasn’t clouds covering the sky, but a surging sea of blood hanging upside down above, staining heaven and earth in a suffocating dark red.

“What… is that?” The soldiers who had just been immersed in victory stared blankly at the blood curtain that shrouded the world.

The Werewolf Warriors let out threatening low growls, but their fur stood on end of its own accord.

Even the Archbishop Ditas’s Holy Light shrank and wavered under the oppression of the blood curtain.

At the center of the blood curtain, a figure slowly descended, seated upon a throne of blood.

He was even paler than Visarius, the blood patterns on his dark red imperial robe shifting ceaselessly like living things.

He wore no crown, but in the hearts of everyone present, his identity surfaced—Emperor, Mortis Delacourne!

“Your Majesty…” The grievously wounded Ern crawled out of the rubble, his voice trembling with fanatical fervor.

The routing Demon Race army suddenly stopped; the terror in their eyes instantly turned to joy. Warriors beat their chests and let out war cries, while Blood Race spread their tattered bat wings and reformed their ranks.

“Why… would he appear here?” Ditas stared at that figure, a wave of despair surging in his heart.

The Sword Saint’s eyes shed all emotion. He reached into his robes…

In the sky, a crimson gaze swept across the battlefield.

Seeing the Church’s Werewolf Warriors, Mortis let out a faint chuckle.

His gaze finally fell upon the Prince’s headless corpse.

“Visarius, how long do you intend to lie there?”

Blood surged; a head regenerated, and even the wounds all over his body were completely restored.

Visarius dropped to one knee. “My lord, I welcome your descent!”

On Visarius’s panel, a Skill named [Blood of the Closest Kin] dropped from Level 2 to Level 1.

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