Chapter 356 206. Druchi will save the world.
"That means there will be no more reinforcements from the Chaos Wasteland?" Drusala asked.
"Yes, they were probably swallowed by the chaotic primitive matter flowing in the Path of the Ancient Saint, but..." Colonia hesitated again as he spoke.
"But it can't be explained why no Chaos demons have been sent here yet, unless..."
"Unless there are some beings that are constantly counterattacking here! For example, the dragon tamers in the Maelstrom, and the Slann demons in the Lustria continent. Priests!"
"I think they should continue to extract the energy here through the spiritual vein network. If it overflows... I really can't imagine it." Drusala shook her head at the end.
"My Lord of Blades, it's really unimaginable that the responsibility of saving the world actually falls on our heads." Cowell said with an exaggerated sigh.
Kewell's words caused the other Druchi to laugh, but Puryear stood there blankly.
Colonia and Drusala were already very close to what they thought, but what they didn't expect was that a huge force in the Chaos Demon Realm was constantly pouring out from the crystal maze. This force was intercepting, And Amon Jegai is also waiting, waiting for the second task assigned to him by his master.
"It's our turn!" As the sound of fighting in the huge space gradually decreased, Maranur ordered, and then rushed out regardless of his own safety.
"We will prepare an exquisite and intense torture plan for them! We will bathe in their blood! Praise the Lord of Blades, praise the glorious cold!" Maranur, who was still running, kept shouting.
The closely formed Druchi rushed into the room and formed a tight battle formation among themselves. They knew what they were going to do next and what they were going to face. Around them, the battle between the orcs and Chaos continued.
No hesitation, no thinking. The Druchi shouted slogans and rushed forward. They fought like crazy and chopped down everything in their way. Be they humans or monsters, nothing can stand against them.
Kelman, who was still fighting the orc prophet, turned his head and looked around, and his eyes met the Druchi sorceress.
Drusala felt a spark of recognition flash between them, they instantly knew each other, a powerful master of magic!
Kelman smiled evilly and growled something in an unidentifiable ancient language.
Drusala dodged the orc's swipe of blade before stabbing the orc to death with the Heartbreaker, but her attention was focused on the Chaos Warlock, trying to hear her enemy's cries over the din of battle.
Colonia cast an upgraded version of the flying technique, the levitation technique, and a sudden strong wind blew her into the sky in the huge space. She positioned herself above the melee as she summoned multiple overlapping shields, surrounding her in an eerie black light.
Drusala gestured and called Hecate's name, and Hecate responded decisively. Power boiled through her veins as she created the awesome spell, but she refused. This force. Destructive energy danced on her fingertips. When she directed the energy towards the enemy, it left terrifying black trails in the air, and one after another burning black chaos lightning struck the black-robed Chaos Warlock from her fingertips.
Logor was still maintaining the huge structure. Kelman raised his staff and made a blocking gesture. A barrier of pure energy shone in the air. The gathered demon arrows of destruction hit the barrier and exploded, with a huge impact spreading outward from the center of the impact. The shock wave from the explosion knocked Drukki, Orcs, and Chaos to the ground.
Drusala's attack did not stop. She was already a magic genius and became even better after so many changes. While Kelman was still organizing the attack, her second attack spell was cast, followed by the third. Three waves of destructive energy rippled out from her body, and a torrent of power that could annihilate all things continued to spread out.
When Kelman was protecting himself, he also had to protect Logor. The smile disappeared from his face. He found that the two sorceresses he was facing were far stronger than he imagined. What made him even more passive was that, The orc prophet who was originally defeated by him also got up from the ground again. Black light continued to emerge around him, and the light became brighter and brighter. The black light bought him enough time to organize his offensive spells.
Colonia and Drusala are still gritting their teeth and attacking with greater power.
Everything Ren saw with his peripheral vision while still fighting was chaos and massacre. Towering, eerie shadows danced everywhere, and warlocks fought like angry gods above. The smell of musk filled the air as the raw matter of chaos began to pour out of one of the portals. The pyramid shook as if it had been hit by a giant hammer, and the ground beneath his feet was bumping and shaking. He didn't need to be a warlock to know that the end was close, but he quickly abandoned the thoughts in his mind and continued to fight.
At this moment, Kelman, who was preparing to counterattack, felt a huge energy coming towards him from behind. It was too late for him to do anything. The orc prophet chanted and bumped his head forward. A powerful green energy would spurt out, and a shock wave was coming towards him.
"Fight for me!" Kelman shouted and threw the spell out.
Kelman's spell offset the green energy, but it did not offset the Orc Prophet's life-changing style. The Orc Prophet's head hit him hard, and then the Gorge Old Fist became bigger than a fist and harder than steel. The orc prophet slammed into his shield in his fury.
Zakul, who was still preparing to attack, suddenly stopped. Logor opened his palm, and several hissing metal jets spurted out and penetrated his body. His body suddenly stopped for a moment, and then unwillingly Fell to the ground.
Zakul is down, but Kelman and Logor still face greater threats.
Kelman's defensive spell failed under the attack, but he quickly recovered. He forced his lips into a smile that held both pain and joy in it. No matter what happens, he will fight on. If the worst happens, he will unleash all the energy at his disposal in one final, catastrophic blow.
Logor laughed too and asked himself, could this be a bad thing? They will no longer be able to move Chaos armies through the Path of the Old Ones. On the other hand, the lands of humans and elves will suffer destruction never seen in thousands of years. Cities of men and elves will be overthrown, and the survivors will once again descend into barbarism and become prey to the gods. The armies of Chaos will sweep in, and the survivors will grovel before the gods, and their weeping souls will be sacrificed on the dark altar. Of course, Logor and Kelman could die too, which wouldn't be a big deal, but even that could be avoided. There are still means of escape along some of the open routes along the Trail of the Old Ones. They can kill their enemies and retreat, leaving their followers and attackers to their fate as these fools fight to the death.
Wren dodged a chunk of debris falling from the ceiling, moving with the ease of a cheetah as others advanced in the melee like a drunken man teetering on the deck of a storm-tossed ship. , standing firm as a cat. He looked at the two Chaos Warlocks again. He knew that unless his sister and other sorceresses came to support now, the magic duel here would continue to be stalemate.
Panic spread during the battle, and even the ferocity and fury of the orcs could not be sustained in front of the pyramid that was about to collapse. With the death of the orc prophet, the orcs and goblins are constantly retreating, and some chaos warriors have given up fighting, hoping to escape from the pyramid that is about to be destroyed.
"Is this really the perfect place to be buried?" Renn lowered his head and looked at the Blade of Reality in his hand and muttered, and then he turned to look at Franais who also turned to look at him.
Franais straightened the walking barrier in his left hand, and Renn also waved the reality blade in his hand and nodded knowingly.
Some jumped into the open portal out of fear, some were swallowed up by the oncoming wave of chaotic matter, and some disappeared into the shadow of the passage.
Goblins climbed onto the orcs' shoulders, and orcs and greenskins ran side by side, their hostility overwhelmed by the enormity of the coming disaster.
Wren didn't envy the disappearing enemies, but panic created another problem. Now, he and his brother must fight their way through a horde of people desperate to escape at all costs. He followed in the footsteps of Franais, cutting his way through the crowd.
All the Druchi present seemed to have fallen into madness again. They all had the same feeling of impending doom. However, they did not choose to escape, but continued to fight. If things had developed to this point in the past, They will definitely choose to escape.
However, the Druchi believe in the benevolent and generous Hand of the Witch King. They believe that the Hand of the Witch King who takes the lead will rush in at the risk of building collapse. They know that the Hand of the Witch King who cares for them is not a heartless person. , and here are the most important and caring people of the Witch King. Nothing else is needed, this is enough. After all, madness and bloodthirsty flow in their blood, but if they can be buried with a big shot, this will be the perfect place to return!
Renn slashed at any enemy who seemed to be able to bypass Franais. Soon, under Maranur's hoarse roar, some Druchi who reacted rushed to his side to cover him and Franais. Sri Lanka's attack.
Finally, Renn and Franais came under the huge pedestal. Renn could see a huge and terrifying energy whip jumping out of the hands of the Chaos Warlock and lashing the floating Colonia. The black light protecting Colonia seemed to turn gray at that moment, and he knew that if he didn't do something soon, it would be too late.
The furious Franais threw down the God's Halberd, jumped onto the base with violent shaking, raised the walking barrier with both hands and rushed towards the Chaos Wizard.
Logor noticed the elf's arrival. He took a chance and threw a magic spell at the elf. The smell of stench and sulfur filled the air, and a huge arc of energy shot towards the elf.
The energy arc hit the walking barrier. Frannes, who was holding up the walking barrier, took a step and seemed to have a tendency to fall backwards, but Renn quickly supported him. Then there was nothing more, except for the huge impact, the energy arc disappeared, and the walking barrier remained unscathed.
Logor looked at this scene in surprise. He thought that no creature could withstand this blow without the protection of magic, but...this...he had no chance to react. He saw it with his peripheral vision. Shadows appear suddenly and disappear again. He saw the figure rushing toward him from behind the shield again, and he could only raise his staff to block the next blow.
Ren, who was laughing wildly, looked at the staff blocked by the Chaos Warlock, raised the Blade of Reality and slashed straight at it. The Ancient Sage Huangqi emblem on the Blade of Reality lit up, with a terrifying black-green light, and the Reality Blade The blade drew a sparkling perfect arc.
The brilliant energy of the Blade of Reality burst out, and the blade penetrated the Chaos Warlock's protective magic. However, the Blade of Reality, which resembled Clive's Broadblade, did not split the staff that the Chaos Warlock raised to block in half, but passed through it. dimensions.
The blade of the Reality Blade seemed to be transparent, passing directly through the Chaos Warlock's staff, through the Chaos Warlock's black robe, and through the Chaos Warlock's body.
Logor showed an expression of disbelief. His left shoulder to right thigh split, his body became two halves, and then he fell uncontrollably.
Renn was not satisfied with this blow. Holding the Blade of Reality in both hands, he spun around and struck the Chaos Warlock again. The blade of the Blade of Reality in this blow was not transparent. But the blade still cut through the Chaos Warlock's staff, cut through the Chaos Warlock's black robe, and cut through the Chaos Warlock's body.
After being cut off at the waist, Logor's body was cut into four parts, and then he fell in pieces.
Kelman screamed as Logor died, turning to look at his brother's mangled body and for a moment a terrible pain coursed through his brother's wounds. As twins, Slaanesh gave them the terrifying conjoined ability, but at this moment the conjoined ability was backfired. He let out a pleasurable pain, and all the pain his brother suffered was super doubled and transmitted to his face.
Kelman's attention was distracted. At this moment, the strange figure appeared like a shadow dancer. His attention was distracted again. The shadow dancer seemed to sense something, suddenly appeared and then disappeared. Then another terrifying force of destruction struck him. For a moment, he stood in the black flames, leaving behind a burned outline, and then he completely disappeared from the world.
Renn on the pedestal looked at the surviving Druchi surrounding the pedestal, surrounded by signs of an impending disaster. The walls shook violently, and huge rubble continued to fall from the ceiling, crushing the corpses of the orcs and Chaos. The air was filled with stench, and chaotic energy continued to spurt out.
"There is no time, it must be closed as soon as possible." Colonia said as she fell from the air to the pedestal. She was already a little exhausted and almost staggered and fell on the pedestal if it weren't for Ren's support.
Drusala, who was holding the Heart-Breaking Gun, also came to the pedestal. After praying to Hecate and Assati, she took a deep breath and tried to clear her thoughts.
"Sorry, I'm late, don't worry about me, you continue." Darkus, who rushed in with the follow-up team, said pretending to be relaxed.
(End of chapter)