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

Chapter 244 Bloody Female Warrior
On the southeast fortress's wall that was dyed as dark as ink by the beacon fire and gunpowder smoke, Wang Yuanyuan was like a bloody war god, guarding the 30-meter-long defense line alone.

A bloody aura as thick as ink lingered around her, as if she were a layer of materialized armor. It was a murderous aura condensed from countless close combats and blood licked by blades.

Between bloody massacre and the line between life and death, her cultivation level rose rapidly to level seven, level five, like a ignited rocket, and she became the "Bloody Female War God" that the demon soldiers on the city wall were terrified of.

"We'll go there now."

An Lan's eyes were as fast as lightning, locking onto Wang Yuanyuan's position. With a flash of his body, he and his companions descended like a golden meteor.

The light suddenly appeared. Wang Yuan was alert and almost mistook them for a sudden attack by demons. When he saw who they were, his bloodstained and exhausted face froze instantly, and he blurted out in a dry and hoarse voice: "Boss, Xin'er, Cai'er, Yi Jun?"

The sharp blade in his hand began to tremble uncontrollably. Since the holy war began, his hands had never lost control like this. He had always wielded the blade as steady as a rock to kill, but at this moment, it seemed as if the softest strings in his heart were touched.

An Lan stepped forward quickly, a golden light burst out from his palm, turning into a healing light curtain that enveloped Wang Yuanyuan.

The warm light penetrated her skin, dispelling her physical and mental exhaustion. Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and her long-pent-up emotions burst out. Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried out loud.

An Lan comforted him softly: "It's time for us to reorganize the demon hunting team. We also need to meet up with Ying'er and Lu Xi."

Li Xin's eyes were red. She hugged Wang Yuanyuan regardless of the blood and shouted excitedly: "Yuanyuan, An Lan has killed five demons. Our group will be reorganized and become a title-level demon hunting group!"

"Title level!"

Wang Yuanyuan's heart was pounding, warmth and excitement surged in her chest, just like seeing the dawn in a cold night.

An Lan pulled out the Aria of the Goddess of Light and the Snail Shield of the Sun and Moon God, and threw himself into the battlefield like a dragon returning to the sea. His vigorous fighting spirit and the power of light intertwined like the shining sun.

His sword-like eyebrows were raised, and he swung his sword to cut out several brilliant sword auras, just like a rainbow piercing the sun, instantly reaping the lives of dozens of demons, and the offensive of the demons on the city wall was halted.

At this moment, An Lan's eighth-level peak cultivation was fully displayed, and his combat power was astonishing. Every time he swung his sword, it was packed with tremendous force and majestic sword intent, causing the space to tremble and bricks and stones to crack.

An Lan's participation in the war was like a huge rock thrown into a lake, causing ripples in all directions, and all the high-level officials of the Warrior Temple focused their attention.

Wang Yuanyuan held a high position in their hearts, and was a potential candidate for the palace master, so her every move attracted attention. Seeing her retreat, a man strode forward to take over the defense line.

This person has a majestic aura, sword and shield in hand, giving off the pressure of an eighth-rank strong man, just like a towering mountain. With that kind of momentum, it seems that he is from the Knights Templar.

An Lan's body was filled with pure and rich light elements, as if he was a bright star descending to the earth. His brilliance was far more dazzling than that of an ordinary person, attracting everyone's attention in amazement.

When Qiu Yonghao saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank. An Lan's sword intent was like a surging wave, overwhelming and far beyond his own. He was deeply shocked.

Thinking back to the time when An Lan first entered the Warrior Temple, he was only at the seventh level. He swung out a sword, leaving a mark of the sword's profound meaning, stunning the entire audience.
But now, in just two years, he has soared to the peak of the eighth level. His cultivation speed is incredible. Compared with Wang Yuanyuan, a cultivation genius, he is even faster.

"The young are to be feared!" Qiu Yonghao secretly sighed, full of emotion and admiration.

The situation on the battlefield is getting more and more intense.

The demons' offensive was like a raging evil wave, one wave stronger than the other, with no intention of retreating. Seeing this, An Lan pointed his sword to the sky, opened his lips and chanted a complex spell. In a moment, holy light burst out from the sky above the Southeast Fortress, like the dawn, blooming into a rain of light pouring down from the sky. It was the divine skill of the eighth-level priest, the Rain of Dew.

With the enhancement of his God of Light physique, the light spread out, covering one-third of the southeast fortress.

As the warm light rain touched the soldiers' skin, their fatigue disappeared and their wounds healed. It was like a dead tree coming back to life in spring. Their morale was boosted and they shouted to fight bravely against the enemy.

An Lan, with his own strength, withstood the attack of the demons and protected the city walls. He was also able to use this magical skill to help the entire army. Everyone looked at him in amazement.

However, the demons would never give up, their offensive increased instead of decreasing, powerful men came one after another, and the eight demon pillars burst with black lines, like the spreading tentacles of an octopus. All the demons touched became instantly excited and crazy, charging forward fearlessly.

Among the seventy-two demons, the ninth-ranked angel demon Baimeng is in charge, like the Lord of Dark Night.

He has the face of a beautiful human woman, but the body of a burly man. Behind him, six wings spread out like dark clouds, and on his forehead, a triangular black crystal flashes with faint light, making him look weird and mysterious.

This demon is skilled in both magic and martial arts, and has reached the pinnacle of black magic. He uses magic power to enhance his own strength and is very powerful. Compared with the Hell Demon Malbus, they have their own merits and are very famous. He sits here and commands the demon army, aiming to break through the Southeast Fortress and slaughter humans.

Bai Meng stood in mid-air, overlooking the battlefield. Seeing An Lan displaying his divine power, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He lightly tapped the magic wand in his hand, and a black light shone around him. Black magic runes floated out, circling like evil crows, and instantly merged into the bodies of the demon soldiers.

With this blessing, the eyes of the powerful demon turned red, and he roared and charged again. The offensive became more and more fierce, as if he would devour the city wall completely. The southeast fortress was in danger. In the flames of war, the balance of fate was swaying. It seemed that it would be crushed by the brute force of the demons, but because of the perseverance of brave men like An Lan, it was difficult to balance on the edge of life and death.

An Lan noticed the crazy counterattack of the demons and frowned slightly, knowing that a tough battle was coming. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body accelerated like a turbine. The aria of the goddess of light hummed and vibrated, as if it was in tune with his mind and resonated passionately.

An Lan waved his sword, drawing golden arcs. Wherever the light reached, the powerful demons in the front were cut by the blade-like arcs of light, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and they screamed in agony.

His comrades were inspired by him and also fought bravely.

Cai'er hid her body and shuttled through the enemy's formation. With the cold light of the Grim Reaper's scythe flashing, she specifically targeted key figures in the demon's command chain. With every attack, a small demon leader fell to the ground, making the demon's offensive a little chaotic.

Yi Jun held up a spiritual shield in the rear to resist the long-range magic attacks of the demons. At the same time, he seized the opportunity to release several powerful spells and bombarded the area where the demons were densely populated.

The ordinary soldiers on the city wall were filled with enthusiasm when they saw how brave the Demon Hunters were. They shouted in unison, wielding their weapons vigorously and engaging the demons in close combat. The sounds of metal clashing and shouts of killing intertwined into a tragic war song.

Although Wang Yuanyuan was advised to rest in the rear, his heart was on the battlefield. After recovering for a while, he ran back with his sword in hand, "How can I retreat? My brothers are still fighting!"

She gritted her teeth, joined the defense, and slashed at the demons again with her sword wrapped in a strong wind.

In the sky above the demon camp where tents are connected and the demonic energy is dense like an ink swamp, the insightful demon god Krosel stands respectfully beside the angel demon god Baimeng, with the six wings behind him trembling slightly, like a shadow in the dark night, and the closed third eye on his forehead, like a sleeping beast, ready to strike.

He and Baimon look similar, like brothers. This natural closeness has forged a close alliance. In the strict hierarchical system of the 72 demon gods of the demon race, Crossell, as a direct descendant of Baimon, follows his lead and obeys his orders.

"Lord Baimeng, that light-type professional suddenly appeared and is very aggressive. Should we take action immediately?"

Crossel's voice was low and filled with murderous intent, his eyes were like a falcon fixed on the shining An Lan on the southeast fortress wall, just like a wolf staring at its prey.

(End of this chapter)