Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 538 Single-handedly sweeping away the abyss! (Climax chapter, please vote!)
The cracked shield of the fortress's north wall hangs in front of the abyssal rift.

A black and red dragon with three heads and six arms clung to it, its majestic body almost completely obscuring the demons' vision. It looked down at the ant-like demon legion below, its ferocious power overwhelming the sky.

Then, he raised a dragon claw.

The tips of the dragon's claws were made of pure crystal, and as it raised them, countless fine black cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

The cracks spread like a spider web, making a faint cracking sound.

Galos's target is the fortress shield.

Once this barrier is broken, the Demon Fortress will be exposed to the Legion's firepower, laid bare beneath him.

However, just as the dragon's claw was about to strike...

Glug... Glug...

A swallowing sound came from beneath Garros' other claw, which was resting on the shield.

The sound was very soft, but to the dragon's keen hearing, it was piercingly clear.

Galos's gaze narrowed slightly.

Beneath that claw was the berserker demon general whom he had just slammed into the shield with the power of Starfall.

The demon's body was almost completely crushed.

Bones were shattered, internal organs were exposed, and black blood and broken body mixed together, smearing the surface of the shield.

It took Galus's impact head-on.

If it were a human, even a Grand Master, they would be dead by now.

But it was still moving.

Not only that, the Berserker Demon General's only remaining right arm gripped the dark red giant axe tightly, the blade deeply embedded in the fine scales on the outside of the dragon claw, tearing a wound several meters long.

Dragon blood flowed from the wound, and as soon as it left the dragon's claw, it turned into raging flames.

sizzle...

Blood flames scorched the demon's body.

Strangely, the Berserker's flesh was neither charred nor melted. On the contrary, its body was regenerating at an alarming rate, with new buds wriggling and growing wildly at the edges of the destroyed tissues.

At the same time, the berserker demon opened its mouth wide, continuously swallowing the blood flames.

"Gu dong... gu dong..."

With each swallow, its power grows stronger.

The broken bones were forcibly pieced back together under the skin, making a cracking sound, and the missing flesh grew wildly at a visible speed.

At the same time, its charred and damaged skin peeled off, revealing the newly formed tissue underneath.

It had extremely dark textures, rough and mottled, yet it already vaguely resembled the rudiments of dragon scales.

This is the main characteristic of the Berserker Demon General.

The thirst for blood.

Every time you deal damage or come into contact with any form of "blood" from a target, you steal the target's life points while simultaneously increasing your own base attributes. The more severe the injury, the higher the percentage of life stolen and the percentage of life increased.

"My blood flames have become its tonic."

Galos understood.

The demon race, capable of instilling fear in beings across many dimensions, naturally possesses its own strengths.

The performance of this high-ranking demon general was unexpected, but not surprising.

After all, which creature that can fight its way out of the abyss doesn't have a few hidden tricks up its sleeve?
"Ah...such a wonderful feeling..."

The Berserker Demon General let out an excited growl.

It raised its head, and in its scarlet eyes burned a frenzied desire.

The immense energy contained in the blood of the Red Iron Dragon filled it with immense joy.

After absorbing this life energy, it recovered most of its condition in the blink of an eye. The broken bones had mostly healed, and the exposed internal organs had shrunk back into the abdominal cavity.

At the same time, its aura is far stronger than it was at the beginning.

Large patches of blood-red texture appeared on his skin, writhing like living things and emitting a dark red light.

Blood loss state.

When your life is significantly depleted, maximize the effects of life steal and self-enhancement skills or traits.

There are no weak creatures among those that can reach the crown level.

Especially for races like demons, who climb up step by step from the deepest abyss through endless battles by devouring their own kind and souls from other worlds, they must possess extremely strong characteristics or domains.

Just like Galos, who developed a corresponding combat system around his resurrection mechanism.

Throughout his long combat career, the Berserker Demon General has built his own combat system based on the powerful trait of Bloodlust.

Such a system cannot be easily formed.

Under normal circumstances, it would require at least a Grand-level powerhouse to undergo enough battles and life-or-death trials to gain a deep understanding of the essence of their own power before they could gradually build it up.

Moreover, it is often only those highly experienced senior Grandmasters who have the opportunity.

However, as long as you can acquire your own combat system...

Its effects are so powerful, and its boost to combat power is so significant, that they always exceed the imagination of ordinary legends.

"act recklessly."

Galos's gaze remained indifferent.

At this moment, the scattered blood flames seemed to be summoned and began to surge back into his body.

The wound on the dragon claw stopped bleeding quickly, and the edges of the torn scales began to heal. One of his claws shot out again like lightning, covering the area where the Berserker Demon General was located.

The berserker demon general advanced instead of retreating.

It stomped heavily on the shield beneath it, and its body shot up like a cannonball, deliberately crashing into the dragon's claws.

The giant abyss axe swung in a wide arc, drawing a dark red arc in the air, and cleaved down heavily.

Tear!

The giant axe cleaved deep into the dragon's claw, wedging itself into the bone.

The axe blade sliced ​​through the scales, tore through the muscles, and embedded itself in the bones; the immense force caused Galos to feel a sharp pain.

Click!

At the same instant, the dragon's claws suddenly closed.

The berserker demon general had most of his body gripped by the dragon's claws.

The immense pressure shattered its ribs and ruptured its internal organs, and black blood gushed from between its claws like a crushed berry.

However, the Berserker Demon General only had madness and excitement in his eyes.

call!
It took a deep breath.

The dragon's blood, drawn by some force, flowed out through the torn wound.

The blood, as if alive, gushed from the wounds in the dragon's claws, pouring directly onto the berserker demon general, soaking its entire body.

The blood flames reignited.

But as before, the blood flames failed to burn the demon; instead, they merged into its body.

The red iron dragon slightly furrowed the scales on its forehead, then relaxed them.

He could sense that the Berserker Demon General's attacks possessed characteristics such as armor shattering, tearing, and bleeding, and there was definitely more than one of them.

This guy is also strong in his special characteristics, similar to a dragon, rather than being good at a particular area like a human.

"After Star Self awakened, the limbs constructed from dragon energy gained flesh and blood, and were able to extend their inherent characteristics. However, under the current circumstances, it is not easy to control this demon."

"We can't let it keep sucking our blood like this."

Galos made a quick judgment.

He raised his other dragon claw, pulled the berserker from his grasp, and then hurled it forcefully onto a patch of demon-infested ground.

At the same time, the pair of dragon arms above were raised high, and dragon energy was frantically condensing in the claws, forming dragon energy bullets.

Boom!

The ground shook violently.

The berserker demon crashed into the horde of demons, creating a huge crater. Demons that couldn't escape were smashed into a bloody pulp, black blood splattering everywhere.

Then, another sphere, shining like the sun, descended from the sky.

The dragon energy blast struck the deep pit squarely, unleashing an overwhelming burst of light and heat.

The light was so blinding that the warriors and demons fighting around them had to close their eyes. A wave of heat hit them, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The construction time for this Dragon Aura Bomb is short, and its duration is also short.

But when the light and heat dissipate, the smoke and dust settle.

At the bottom of the deep pit, the Berserker Demon was embedded in the pit, its skin charred black and its flesh mangled, looking like a piece of burnt meat.

However, it quickly stood up.

The charred skin began to crack, revealing the new flesh beneath.

It raised its head, looked at the red iron dragon in the sky, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"I like powerful enemies."

Its voice was hoarse, yet filled with excitement: "Because your blood will forge the ladder for me to become stronger."

The Berserker Demon General let out a low roar.

Its body began to slowly swell.

Muscles bulged, bones grew longer, and claws and teeth became sharper.

Bone spurs extended and grew along the spine, piercing the skin and exposing it to the air. At the same time, large patches of charred skin peeled off, revealing a layer of dark red scales.

Those were Garus's scales.

The texture, color, and feel of the scales were exactly the same as those of the Red Iron Dragon.

Moreover, it's not just the scales.

The Berserker Demon's form also began to change; it became taller, stronger, and its limbs became more powerful.

This posture, this momentum...

Galus recognized its current physical changes.

"A behemoth's form? It has similar characteristics to me?"

He thought quickly.

"No, it inherited my characteristics from me. It should be temporary, not permanent."

Galos's guess was correct.

Echoes of Blood.

When you absorb the life force of an enemy, you can gain some of their physical attributes and have a chance to steal one of their traits for a short period of time, which you can then use temporarily in battle.

At this moment, the berserker demon general on the ground had transformed into a form over thirty meters tall.

Although it is still far smaller than the Red Iron Dragon, it can still be called a behemoth.

It looked down at its own body, then raised its hand, looking at the newly grown claws on its fingertips, and let out a satisfied growl.

Then, it simply discarded the incompatible giant axe.

The weapon seemed too small for its current size.

The demon raised its head, its gaze burning as it stared intently at the red iron dragon in the sky.

call out!
The demon general at the bottom of the pit suddenly sprang up.

Behind it, a pair of fleshy wings unfolded, covered with vein-like patterns, flapping violently and stirring up a gale.

It soared straight into the sky.

Galos, of course, would not back down.

He flapped his wings and charged forward.

boom!
A dragon and a demon collided in mid-air.

The shockwave spread outwards, tearing the clouds apart.

The sky became their battlefield.

The Berserker Demon General was repeatedly slammed into the ground, creating deep craters, and then blasted into the sky, tumbling through the clouds. But each time, it would roar and charge back, like a persistent, lingering affliction.

New wounds kept appearing on its body.

However, those wounds healed faster than they were injured.

Galos's life energy is incredibly high.

If it can obtain a little dragon blood during a counterattack, even if it's just a scratch or a few drops of blood, it can recover significantly.

Moreover, its blood echoes continue to be triggered as time goes by.

Each time it is triggered, its dragon-like characteristics increase by one point.

First came the scales, then the shape of the bone spurs, then the texture of the muscles, and then the faint dragon's might.

Its aura grew stronger and stronger.

"Become stronger when faced with stronger opponents?"

While fighting, Galos calmly observed his opponent's changes.

He could feel his body slowly evolving during the battle.

After the torn wounds heal, the new scales become stronger, and the consumed energy flows more smoothly within the body.

"Ha, in a little while, its tearing and bleeding properties will be ineffective against me."

He could clearly sense that his body was gradually adapting to these attacks.

He then quickly surveyed the battlefield.

On other fronts, fierce battle sounds could be heard—the clash between the Grand Masters and the Demon Generals. The battle had reached a fever pitch, with countless lives being lost every second.

The corpses of demons piled up like mountains on the northern front, but the Allied forces also suffered heavy casualties.

“I can play with it slowly and test its limits.”

"As for now... let's end the battle first."

Galos thought to himself.

He didn't want to cause major problems to the Abyss Rift because of his lingering in battle. Besides, he had basically figured out the Berserker Demon General's combat system and didn't need to get entangled with it anymore.

Buzz!
Red Iron Dragon raised its arm, its claws clenched loosely.

Dragon energy and golden lightning surged, converging from all directions and coalescing in his claws.

Crack! Sizzle!
Golden arcs of electricity leaped and crackled.

In the blink of an eye, six lightning-flame spears, each over a hundred meters long, materialized in Garos's claws. The spears were made of highly compressed dragon energy, black and red in color, with fine golden lightning crackling around their surfaces. The lightning bolts traveled along the spear shafts, occasionally bursting into dazzling sparks.

Meanwhile, the Berserker Demon General on the opposite side had changed drastically.

Its body was covered with thick black and red scales, and its form was half dragon and half demon. It exuded chaotic dragon might and abyssal aura, and was much stronger than before.

Even so, it still sensed danger.

It's like... the Red Iron Dragon is only now truly getting serious.

However, the Berserker Demon race has always been known for its bravery and ferocity. Feeling the power contained within its own body, it was filled with an even deeper desire for the blood of the dragon.

As long as we can wear down the dragon before us and completely devour its blood...

Perhaps, I can leap into the Abyss and become a great demon.

It roared and charged again.

Red Iron Dragon chuckled softly, revealing his sharp teeth.

"Dance, demon."

In the next instant, six lightning-flame spears thrust out simultaneously.

They pierced the demon general from different angles and at different rhythms, instantly weaving into a dense, impenetrable net that completely enveloped the berserker demon general.

puff!

A single shot pierced its thigh.

The spear tip pierced through flesh and blood, emerging from the other side. Thunder and fire energy erupted from the wound, exploding from the inside and creating a huge blood hole, with black blood and charred bits of flesh splattering everywhere.

boom!
Another shot grazed the demon general's ribs.

Although it didn't pierce through, the rapidly passing spear tip took away a large amount of charred scales and flesh, leaving the ribs exposed to the air with traces of burning.

The demon general roared.

It dodged frantically, looking utterly pathetic.

It also tried to advance and close the distance, but it was met with an even denser barrage of gunfire. Those spears seemed to be alive, always managing to block its path at just the right moment.

Immediately, it endured the damage and tried to get close to the Red Iron Dragon.

Red Iron Dragon's six eyes glared.

The air around the Berserker Demon General suddenly froze, and then, dragon flames burst forth from nowhere, exploding on its body. The flames surged from all directions, engulfing it completely.

It was blown backward and had no chance to get close.

The sky has become a cage.

Gunfire streaked across the battlefield, lightning bolts darted about, and flames roared.

The Berserker Demon was firmly suppressed in one area, his body constantly covered in charred wounds, and his dark red scales peeled off piece by piece, drifting away like fallen leaves. His aura began to decline at a visible speed.

Its thirst for blood, upon which it depended for survival, was now completely useless.

It can't even touch the other side.

When Hong Tielong gets serious, the real gap becomes apparent.

The Berserker's combat system is powerful, but too extreme. It relies heavily on melee combat and lacks mid- to long-range offensive capabilities, making its weaknesses too obvious.

Galos is also skilled in close combat.

However, his skills are more comprehensive, including mid-to-long-range skills, all of which are extremely powerful.

He has almost no weaknesses.

Soon, the demon general let out a roar of resentment.

It recognized the gap between the two, but it found it hard to accept.

And so, the last shred of reason was swallowed up by madness.

call!
Purple demonic flames ignited from its body.

The flames burned from the inside out, igniting all the dragon blood it had devoured, as well as its own demon blood.

"Roar!!!"

Its body twisted and swelled in the demonic flames.

Muscles bulged to the point of tearing the skin, bones sprang to the point of piercing flesh, and the body size surged again, instantly breaking through the previous limit and reaching a dangerous peak.

Meanwhile, its dragon-like features on its body quickly melted away in the flames.

The scales, thorns, and muscle textures stolen from Garus melted away, returning him to his pure demon form.

However, its form was more ferocious than ever before.

Its entire demonic form resembled a burning purple flame, radiating a suffocatingly violent aura.

Faced with its frenzied charge, Red Iron Dragon reacted swiftly, making a quick judgment.

Close combat might involve risking losing a life...

There's no need for that.

He did not choose to confront them head-on.

With a slight flap of its wings, the dragon's massive body swept backward, maintaining distance from the demon general. At the same time, the attack of the lightning-flame spear intensified instead of diminishing, aiming for its limb joints and vital points in its torso.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
The tip of the gun tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The demon general roared and swung his claws to block.

At this moment, its power surged, and it was able to snap the incoming lightning-flame spear in two.

However, the fragments of the gun, now free from the restraint of the Claw of Annihilation, exploded. The shattered dragon energy, mixed with lightning and flames, swept across the demon's body, turning pieces of flesh into charcoal.

At the same time, with the surge of dragon energy, the broken spear was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

The dragon's face was as heavy as iron.

The Thunderflame Spear was wielded with ease, sometimes thrusting in unison to block and sometimes attacking in a dispersed manner.

One spear was feigned to attack the face, drawing the demon general to parry, while another spear silently pierced towards the back of his knee. Just as the demon general twisted his body to avoid a sweeping blow to his waist and abdomen, three more spears blocked his retreat from different angles.

Galos never stopped striving to become stronger.

He strives to become perfect, without any weaknesses. Therefore, after mastering the shaping of dragon energy and the condensation of weapons, he dedicates time to training in these areas.

Now, even if I can't say I've reached the pinnacle, I've at least mastered it.

The demon charged left and right, but could never close the distance.

More and more wounds appeared on its body, the demonic flames dimmed at a visible speed, and its violent aura gradually weakened.

Finally, just as Garros dodged a full-force attack from the flank.

This fleeting opportunity was seized.

In an instant.

Three bullets pierced its arms and chest, securing it firmly; two bullets pierced its thighs, pinning it in mid-air; and the last bullet entered its face and exited from the back of its head.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
The sound of spear tips tearing through flesh finally rang out. The demon general's charge came to an abrupt halt, pinned in mid-air. It struggled, trying to break free from the spears, but each spear penetrated deep into its marrow, holding it firmly in place.

Before it could struggle again, Red Iron Dragon released its grip without hesitation.

Boom!

All six spears shattered simultaneously.

The gun shattered, unleashing devastating energy. The highly compressed dragon energy, lightning, and flames were released simultaneously, forming a massive explosive sphere.

The demon general's body was shattered and torn apart from the inside out.

It turned into countless burning fragments, which fell from the sky like a rain of fire.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's heads snapped open.

Three streams of dragon breath erupted forth.

They swept across all the falling debris, and under the high temperature, the debris instantly vaporized, leaving not even ashes behind, and was directly evaporated into nothingness.

The Berserker Demon General is no more.

However, the abyssal aura on the battlefield had become even stronger due to the previous appearance and battle of the Berserker Demon General.

The scent emanating from it is slowly merging into the surrounding air.

"Great King Ignas, victory is assured!"

"With the blood of demons, offer sacrifice to Aura!"

"For Romania! For the Red Emperor!"

The shouts were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

First, the cheers rang out from the Aura Legion, where Aura warriors raised their weapons and cheered towards the red iron dragon in the sky. Then, after a brief period of restraint, the warriors of the Romanian countries were infected by this fervent emotion and could not help but cheer as well.

Regardless of what happened before.

Now, the Red Emperor is the glory and the highest pillar of their Romanian nation.

The morale of the Northern Legion is high.

The military formation unleashed its power, advancing at an even faster pace, suffocating the demons. The demons began to rout, flee, and be hunted down by the allied warriors.

Meanwhile, the battles on other fronts were also drawing to a close.

Western Front.

Ramirez, the Lord of Thunder, flew and circled among the thunderclouds.

His body appeared and disappeared in the clouds, each dive bringing with it a thick bolt of lightning.

His opponent was a reaper.

The demon was thin and had scythe-like arms. It was incredibly fast, but at this moment, it was in a sorry state when facing a real Grand Ancient Dragon.

Its pride in its agility is rendered useless by the lightning-filled electric grid that covers the sky.

Each attempt to charge forward resulted in being struck by endless lightning, leaving it smoking and covered in charred cracks on its tough shell.

They can occasionally get close, but they are no match for the Grand Dragon in close combat.

A single slap from the Thunder Dragon's claws could send it flying, its armor cracking, and a sweep of its tail could leave deep wounds.

The reaper was overwhelmed by the thunderstorm; its defeat was only a matter of time.

Southern route.

The Crown of Magic, Afra, floats atop the magic tower.

She pressed her hands together lightly, her expression focused.

A massive three-dimensional magic circle composed of pure holy light has been deployed, trapping a high-ranking demon general within it.

The magic array was layered and complex, with each layer slowly rotating.

Inside the magic circle, countless fine light runes flowed and shimmered, moving like living things.

The demon general charged wildly, its body sizzling and burning. Each time it touched the boundary of the magic circle, it was burned by the holy light, emitting black smoke.

It has never been able to break through.

Meanwhile, several other high-ranking officials from the Southern Region, radiating holy light, were also attacking the demon general under the amplification of the magic array. They attacked from different angles with ease, leaving new wounds on the demon general each time.

Afra remained calm, clearly confident of victory.

Eastern Front, Natakro Legion.

The two ASEAN champions were breathing heavily, bearing numerous wounds, but overall they were not seriously injured.

Not far away, the Triple Crown Varta was surrounded by auras and suspended high in the sky.

His shirt was torn, revealing his strong, iron-like chest with a few shallow but not serious wounds.

In his hand was a gigantic spider demon head.

The head was larger than his entire body, and all eight eyes had lost their luster.

Then, with a clap of the hands of the three-phase crown.

The spider demon's head suddenly split open, and scorching light burst forth from the crack, shining like the sun. Then, the remaining head, like its body, turned into ashes that scattered in the wind.

It was as if it sensed something.

Varta suddenly turned his head and looked towards the northern sky.

There, the crimson iron dragon overlooks the battlefield.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Varta nodded to the red iron dragon that was looking at him.

Galos nodded slightly in response.

At this point, apart from the Berserker Demon General who was dealt with by Garos on the northern front, of the high-ranking Demon Generals who appeared on other fronts, one has been confirmed dead, and the other two are in grave danger.

The four-party allied forces came with an unwavering determination to win.

Although the demons are powerful, it is indeed difficult to stop them with just a vanguard legion.

Inside the fortress.

The six-armed serpent demon hovered atop the highest tower of the fortress, observing coldly without offering any assistance to her own generals, simply sensing the gradually intensifying abyssal aura.

The aura surged from the crack, growing thicker and stronger.

On the battlefield, the chaos among the demon legions began to intensify.

Chaos and evil do not mean being completely unafraid of death.

Completely outmatched, the demons' fear was awakened, and they began to instinctively retreat towards the fortress, trying to hide behind the seemingly sturdy walls.

However, the fortress's tightly closed gates were not opened for the fleeing soldiers.

The demons that had fled to the door pounded on the heavy iron gate with tremendous force, but there was no response from inside. The shield even became stronger, preventing them from getting closer.

"almost."

"So many lives and souls..."

The six-armed serpent demon murmured, his gaze sharp and cold.

Her arms stretched out one by one, like blooming flowers of death.

Immediately afterwards, the screams of demons and the sounds of fighting echoed from inside the fortress.

The figure of the six-armed serpent demon could be vaguely seen flickering within the fortress, each of her six arms wielding a weapon, mercilessly slaughtering the other demon soldiers.

The demons were caught off guard and fell one after another.

"Are they... slaughtering their own people?"

"No, it's a sacrifice."

Afra's voice, transmitted through a communication spell, reached the ears of all the legends: "This demon commander has probably long been prepared to sacrifice the lives of his own kind."

As if to prove her words.

hum! ! !
The entire Demon Fortress erupted with a blinding deep purple light.

A huge and complex altar phantom flashed across the sky above the fortress, layered and covered with strange runes and patterns.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous suction force erupted from the altar.

On the battlefield.

All the corpses of the dead creatures, regardless of species, whether demons or allied warriors, quickly shriveled up.

Flesh and blood dissolved, bones weathered away, turning into wisps of energy mixed with black and purple.

Those energy flows, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged from every corner of the battlefield and rushed toward the abyssal rift in the center of the fortress.

At the same time, the earth began to tremble violently.

More tiny spatial cracks spread from the edge of the fissure, expanding in all directions. The darkness inside the fissure churned and boiled, expanding at a speed hundreds of times faster than normal, growing visibly larger.

not only that.

A chilling aura emanated from the rift, vast, chaotic, and violent, carrying the ancient malice of the deepest abyss.

"The rift is expanding rapidly! A powerful demon is coming!"

Ramirez growled a warning.

"Attack the fortress! Attack the altar! It's here."

Aphrodite, the Crown of Magic, stretched out her hand slightly.

A burst of magical energy lit up the sky above the fortress, illuminating the entire area. Directly below the light was an unassuming spire, hidden among the other buildings.

"We must not allow the Great Demon to descend!"

Almost simultaneously, all the legendary beings who had free time, whether human, dragon, or other race, realized the seriousness of the problem.

All kinds of attacks poured down on the demon fortress like a torrential rain.

Dragon breath, magic, arrows, sword energy... all sorts of colored lights ripped through the sky and slammed into the fortress's shields.

The Demon Fortress's shield was tough, but it couldn't withstand being attacked from all sides.

Especially when one's own demon general is unable to intervene.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the continuous explosions, the Abyss Shield trembled violently, and cracks spread across its surface, becoming more numerous and denser.

Finally, the shield shattered completely and vanished without a trace.

The attack landed directly on the fortress itself.

The city walls collapsed, the towers broke, and smoke and dust mixed with the limbs of demons flew everywhere. Those demons who were still resisting inside the fortress were buried directly under the ruins.

The light of the altar dimmed.

However, it was still a little too late.

"Roar!!!"

A roar came from the crack.

The voice was deep and resonant, filled with boundless anger and longing. The sound alone was enough to make many Allied soldiers cover their ears and crouch down in pain.

After completing the task, the six-armed snake demon did not hesitate.

She took one last look at the battlefield, then leaped back into the rift and disappeared into the rolling darkness.

Immediately afterwards, two demonic claws emerged from the crack.

The demonic claw was enveloped in dense abyssal energy, as large as a mountain, with each finger thicker than an adult and sharp, curved nails at its tips.

They clung fiercely to the edges of the space on both sides of the crack!

Big devil!

A great demon from the abyss has already stretched out its arm, attempting to squeeze through the rift and descend into the material world.

The legends' attacks quickly shifted, concentrating all their force on the pair of giant claws.

However, the giant claw's defensive capabilities were beyond imagination.

Legendary-level attacks, when they land on it, mostly leave only scorch marks or shallow pits. A few that do cause damage are negligible given its enormous size. A wound several meters in size is nothing more than a scratch to the mountain-like claws.

The giant claw withstood the attack without retracting.

The massive arm began to climb upwards little by little.

First the wrist, then the forearm, then the elbow. The cracks were already faintly visible at the elbows.

If it manages to climb out, it will be disastrous for Atlantis, given Holden's preoccupation with his own problems.

A fully-formed Abyss Demon is enough to sweep through this place.

Even if we can unite to defeat them, the casualties will be extremely heavy.

The legends are well aware of this.

Human nature is inevitably somewhat chaotic.

Under the influence of the Great Demon's might, even some of the weaker legends had the idea of ​​fleeing. Their auras began to waver, and their attacks became hesitant.

Just then, a deep and authoritative voice rang out.

"Block it, and I'll take action."

Before the words were even finished, the red iron dragon had already spread its wings and soared into the sky.

His body rose higher and higher into the sky, until it became almost a tiny dot, and the sunlight shone down from behind him, gilding him with a golden edge.

The Grand Slam champions didn't say much.

They unleashed their most powerful attacks, fiercely assaulting the Great Demon Arm; the dragon's breath grew more intense, the magic more violent, and the arrows more dense.

Other legends also dispelled thoughts of weakness and united people.

They gritted their teeth, turning all their fear into anger, and unleashing all their anger on their attack.

The Great Demon Arm was suppressed.

The dense attacks exploded on the giant claw, leaving more and more wounds. Black abyssal blood gushed from the wounds, dripping onto the ground and corroding deep pits.

The speed at which it was protruded slowed down.

same time.

The Red Emperor lowered his eyes, staring at the abyss rift and the pair of great demon arms.

His three heads simultaneously took a deep breath.

His chest bulged high, his scales gleamed like branding irons, radiating a scorching red light. At the same time, dragon energy surged out of his body, like adding fuel to the fire, igniting towering flames on the dragon's body.

call!
Three streams of destructive dragon breath were unleashed simultaneously.

However, the target was not the abyss rift.

The Red Emperor brought his six arms together in front of his chest, his hands outstretched, making a embracing and supporting motion. The three streams of destructive dragon breath were all contained in front of his chest, not spreading outwards, but converging together.

They transformed into a rapidly expanding sphere.

The sphere grew larger and brighter.

The dragon energy also gathered along the dragon's arm and poured into the sphere, like adding fuel to the fire, causing the sphere to expand rapidly.

The Red Emperor let out a low growl.

He felt as if he were holding the whole world in his arms.

The weight was unimaginably heavy, causing his six arms to tremble slightly. Under the immense pressure, the dragon scales on the surface of his arms began to crack inch by inch, and blood flames surged out from the cracks.

But he didn't let go.

His expression remained calm as he continued to compress and condense.

As time passed, the sphere he held in front of his chest became increasingly dangerous, as all the energy was forcibly compressed and condensed into a ball of light.

It was so bright, so dazzling, that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Inside, it seemed as if countless miniature nebulae were being created and destroyed, with light and heat compressed to the extreme, presenting an almost ethereal, incandescent white.

Below, the Great Demon of the Abyss seemed to have sensed this aura.

After a moment of pause, it tore at the cracks even more frantically.

The giant claws gripped the edge of the cracks with all their might, pulling them outwards with all their might. The spatial cracks spread faster, larger, and denser. The demon's arms trembled violently, its muscles bulging and veins standing out.

The legends' faces were more serious and solemn than ever before.

They unleashed all their attacks on the giant claws, slowing their ascent; no one held back or hesitated any longer.

Everyone knows that this is a matter of life and death.

The giant claw was blasted so hard that flesh and blood flew everywhere, making it difficult to tear open any gaps at will.

However, it continues to climb steadily upwards.

Little by little, inch by inch.

Soon after, almost the entire Great Demon Arm emerged from the crack, its thick arm fully exposed to the air, covered in scales and bone spikes, emanating a strong abyssal aura.

Its aura grew stronger and more dangerous.

The great demon's head was already faintly visible, struggling to squeeze outwards from the crack.

However, the blazing white sphere in front of Garus also expanded to its limit, causing the surrounding air to distort and space to tremble.

If Golden Dragon Ovis were here, he would surely shout out the name of his move with excitement.

But Galus wasn't that flamboyant.

Dragon Emperor, another dimension.

He simply murmured to himself and pushed forward with all six arms at the same time.

The blazing white orb broke free from the dragon's claws' control.

It hovered silently for a moment, and then began to fall straight down into the abyss below.

"Scatter! Scatter!"

The legends, who had not retreated even in the face of the Great Demon Arm, were now scattering and fleeing.

They could all feel the terror of this attack; the oppressive and destructive aura made every legend instinctively want to flee.

The ball of light fell.

next moment.

A silent expansion.

The blazing white light engulfed everything.

It encompassed the rift and the giant arm, the entire fortress ruins, and the vast surrounding land.

The light was so dazzling and intense that even the Allied soldiers in the distance had to close their eyes.

Unlike the Dragon Energy Bomb, it didn't explode; instead, it appeared lifeless.

Its surface radiates a ring of dazzling light, but its interior is a deep darkness, a completely shattered spatial structure, utter nothingness.

Wherever the light reached, all matter was swallowed by darkness.

City walls, towers, ruins, the corpses of demons, fragments of giant claws... everything was silently annihilated in that light.

There was no explosion or loud noise, only complete disappearance.

"I will come back..."

A short, painful roar came from the white light.

However, the sound stopped abruptly as soon as it began, as if it had been abruptly cut off.

Soon after, the light faded.

Everything that was enveloped by it ceased to exist.

A huge crater appeared in the ground.

The giant pit was bottomless, with smooth, mirror-like edges, as if it had been wiped away. The rocks at the bottom of the pit had disappeared, leaving only pure emptiness.

In the air, there are still clearly visible broken spatial rifts.

They resemble countless fine black threads, crisscrossing each other, slowly healing and emitting a faint hissing sound.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

In the sky, the Red Emperor stood alone.

His six arms hung limply, large patches of scales on his body were cracked, blood flames were still burning, his chest heaved violently, and his three heads drooped slightly, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself greatly.

But he was still standing, and his breathing was not weak.

"I already said that..."

"We should let the Red Emperor give the Devil's Fortress a taste of his own medicine first, hehe, that way we won't waste our energy here."

The Lord of Thunder's voice slowly broke the silence.

He looked up at the red-iron dragon, smiled, but there was no joy in his eyes.

The other Grand Masters, regaining their senses, also looked up at the giant dragon hanging high in the sky, and remained silent.

Previously, they were worried that the dragon energy bomb would affect the rift and cause it to go out of control. Galos himself had never poured out such a level of energy before, so they ultimately rejected the proposal.

But who could have predicted that the Red Emperor could wipe out the fortress and the rift in one blow?
Although he had been preparing for this for a long time, and although he looked exhausted, this was still... too outrageous.

In terms of the destructive effect of this move alone, even the legendary Destiny could hardly achieve it.

The slowly healing spatial rifts and the completely erased crater both testify to the power of this attack.

Late spring and early summer of the year 462 in the Gregorian calendar.

To defend Atlanta, the four nations united to besiege the demon fortress.

Just as victory seemed within reach, the Great Demon appeared, threatening the allied forces. Many legends joined forces to resist, but in the end, the Red Emperor, high above the heavens, gathered his mighty power and with a single blow, leveled the rift and repelled the Great Demon.

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