Seal of God: Crossing the Snake Demon God, Devouring Evolution

Chapter 241 Hell Comes
Jialing Pass, as a key fortress for humans to resist the invasion of demons, is like an indestructible barrier, lying on the dividing line between race survival.

Whenever there is a war, the demons have a set strategy for attacking the city. It is customary to use low-level demons as vanguards to launch a turbulent attack like a tidal wave.

Although the individual strength of those low-level demons was not top-notch, their huge numbers gathered together were like a surging black wave, impacting the defense line of Jialing Pass wave after wave, intending to use human wave tactics and fearless madness to wear down the strength and will of the human defenders.

In contrast, powerful demons of level eight and above rarely appear at the forefront of siege battles on weekdays.

The reason behind this is intriguing yet obvious.

An eighth-ranked warrior has already stood at the top of the demon clan's power hierarchy. Each of them possesses extraordinary and terrifying power that is enough to overturn the world. With a wave of their hands, they can release powerful magic that can destroy the world, and with a swing of their blades, they can cut through mountains and rivers.

They are the backbone and elite core of the demon clan, like the trump card at the bottom of the box that will not be easily revealed.

This is because once these high-level warriors take part in the siege, it means that the battle will deviate from the usual consumption and testing, and enter a bloody, brutal, and fierce stage of fighting to the death. Both sides will pay a heavy price in blood that is enough to make people tremble with fear. Only in this kind of fight where both sides perish together can the battle come to an end.

On this day, the sky above Jialing Pass was once again shrouded in the dark clouds of war. The originally clear and peaceful sky was suddenly occupied by thick, inky black clouds, which were pressing down heavily, as if they were going to crush the entire pass city under this endless darkness.

The battle horn sounded suddenly, and in an instant, a powerful and extremely rich elemental wave suddenly surged on the top of the Jialing Pass. It was a sign that magical power was rapidly gathering and becoming restless in the air.

Looking carefully along the ground at the top of the city wall, one can find that every fifty meters, there is a circular magic circle with a diameter of three meters that suddenly lights up. Runes flicker and light flows on the magic circle, just like a mysterious ancient star map appearing in the world - this is a spirit gathering magic circle.

Do not underestimate the increase brought by this seemingly ordinary spirit gathering magic circle. Although it only increases the speed of absorbing magic elements by 10%, on a battlefield that changes rapidly and is a matter of life and death, this tiny increase is enough to become the key factor in determining the outcome of the battle.

For a magician, the efficiency of absorbing magic elements is directly related to the frequency and power of magic casting. This extra 10% of help is equivalent to having a more lasting and powerful magic output, which can maintain a high-intensity combat state in fierce confrontations and avoid falling into a passive state of being beaten due to magic exhaustion. It significantly improves the mage's sustained combat capability on the battlefield, allowing him to have more confidence to hold the defense line and counterattack to win under the surging offensive of the demons.

Standing on the top of Jialing Pass and gazing far into the distance, one can see eight demon pillars standing majestically in the distance, penetrating through the layers of thick dark clouds that seem as if they were real.

They were like evil monsters that had broken out of the Nine Nether Hell, emitting a dark aura that was so strong that it was almost tangible. Wisps of black mist swirled around the columns like vengeful spirits ready to devour their prey, corroding the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making that area of ​​space seem like the abyss of the underworld.

The most eye-catching and evil one located in the center of the eight demon pillars is the Hell Demon Pillar.

At that time, An Lan stood on the top of the city wall with a figure as tall as a pine tree, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's were fixed on the mysterious figure under the Hell Demon Pillar.

Although they were far apart, relying on his profound and powerful cultivation and extremely keen perception, he could still clearly recognize that the figure was the hell demon Malbus.

At this moment, Malbus was wrapped in thick dark magic. As his hands danced, complex, mysterious and obscure hand seals changed one after another. He muttered something, and obscure and ancient spells came out from between his teeth. They turned into black runes visible to the naked eye, floating in the air and blending into the constantly surging dark magic. It was obvious that he was performing some extremely powerful magic.

Beside him, the other seven demon gods also had stern and focused expressions, and they all attacked together to coordinate with the Hell Demon God's spellcasting. The eight demon gods were like eight dark masters who controlled the cycle of life and death, with magical power surging around them, and their powerful pressure intertwined and merged, turning into an invisible but tangible oppressive force, surging towards Jialing Pass.

At the same time, the eight Demon Pillars seemed to be activated ancient evil weapons, with massive amounts of dense dark elements gushing out from them continuously, like a black torrent, gathering and condensing in the air.

The thick dark aura almost dyed the sky into pure ink color. Even though they were a long distance apart, An Lan could still clearly feel the powerful pressure that was coming towards him and weighing heavily on his heart. It was a terrifying force that was enough to make ordinary creatures collapse to the ground and their souls tremble.

"Is it a forbidden spell?"

An Lan's heart suddenly shook, and a look of worry quietly crept onto his cold face.

Looking back on the past period of time, he fought in many battles, experienced countless brutal battles, and fought in two fierce battles, Yulong Pass and Qumo Pass. With his outstanding strength and fearless courage, he successfully killed several demons.

Each of these demons is a leader among the demons, possessing extraordinary strength and respected status. Especially the fourth demon, the undead demon Samikina, is even more famous and has strange and unpredictable methods, which has caused great suffering to the human army.

Now that several demon gods have fallen one after another, such a heavy loss is undoubtedly like dropping a blockbuster bomb in the demon camp. How can it not alarm the Demon God Emperor who is far away in the core of the demon clan, sitting high on the Demon Emperor's throne, and controlling the life and death of all demons?
The Demon Emperor is a terrifying existence that stands at the pinnacle of the demon clan and can make the continent tremble with just a stomp of his foot. He is deep-minded, ruthless and decisive in his methods, and is definitely not a merciful person.

Seeing that the demons under his command were defeated one after another and his own army suffered heavy losses and was seriously injured outside the two major passes, he immediately keenly realized that humans had the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Although deep down in his heart he still had some contempt for the overall strength of humanity, and was not certain that humanity already had the ability to launch a full-scale counterattack and shake the foundation of the demon race, the real losses and defeats on the battlefield were before him, and he could not afford to take it lightly.

Therefore, the Demon King acted decisively and quickly issued orders, ordering the demon armies outside the other four fortresses to come out in full force and put pressure on the Temple Alliance with all their might, attempting to suppress the sporadic and budding counterattack ideas of mankind with a violent offensive, and use the war to weaken the human race's vitality to the greatest extent and consolidate the demon race's rule and dominant position.

After receiving the strict order from the Demon King, the Hell Demon Malbus did not dare to slack off in the slightest and immediately began to prepare a shocking and powerful forbidden spell.

It took him three full days and three nights without sleep. He relied on the Demon Pillar, a mysterious and powerful medium that contained endless magic power, to carefully store the complicated, lengthy and extremely powerful forbidden spells.

Now, the war has broken out and the flames of war have reignited. The time is ripe, and he will naturally use this carefully prepared killing move in order to achieve his goal in one fell swoop and break through Jialing Pass, the solid barrier that stands in front of the demon army.

Above the demon army, the dark elements that were originally surging seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, surging and gathering wildly. The thick purple-black light was like boiling magic liquid, rolling and expanding violently. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it slowly outlined and condensed into a hideous devil's head that seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

The statue was as big as a hill, and its eyes were like deep black holes, emitting bone-chilling coldness and endless greed. Its bloody mouth was full of fangs, and wisps of black smoke escaped from it, just like the breath of a devil. Wherever it passed, the space was distorted and trembled.

"Concentrate your attack and don't let it get close!" Seeing this, An Lan's pupils suddenly shrank and he shouted without hesitation. His voice was like a loud bell, echoing throughout the city walls.

(End of this chapter)