The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 233 [Please Read On!] Demon Lord Koschage Descends!

"Wow!"

The Frost Giant Chieftain wielded his massive ice crystal axe, sweeping it across the area. Frost and snow erupted, instantly blowing away all the low-level demons blocking his path.

A large contingent of frost giants, demons, and frost monsters such as white dragons, winter wolves, and frost serpent lizards followed behind him.

Koschitch's legion bypassed the main battlefield where the two major demon legions, Yenogu and Buffyment, were engaged in large-scale battles. Instead, it charged into the abyss from a direction with fewer demons, making a very purposeful rush towards the abyss rift.

"What are you doing?"

"What are they going to do?"

Should we pay attention to those frost giants?

The main forces of Buffett and Yenogu's legions are engaged in fierce combat.

The legendary demon generals who were fighting each other all looked toward this new force that had suddenly appeared.

However, the main forces on both sides were already in a frenzy of fighting and were unlikely to stop at this point, so they simply ignored the new force.

After a brief hesitation, they resumed fighting.

The Balor Flame Demon General with the head of a jackal continued to raise his longsword, which was wrapped in a storm of lightning, and slashed at the giant bull demon in front of him, which was as tall as a small mountain.

The vanguard of the Koschich Legion charged directly to the abyssal rift.

"let's start!"

Suddenly, dozens of frost giants drew their short swords and roared.

"Battle, slaughter, plunder, conquest..."

"We offer our blood to Koschage!"

The next moment, these dozens of frost giants simultaneously plunged their short swords into their hearts.

Icy blood splattered in the air.

Blood sacrifice!
This is a primitive and barbaric ritual of the Frost Giant tribe, in which blood is offered to the Frost Giant King.

The ritual daggers, pre-treated and imbued with magic, drained the frost giants of all their life force the moment they pierced their hearts, causing their flesh and blood to wither instantly, bringing them to their deaths in a split second.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

One by one, the corpses of frost giants with ice-blue skin crashed to the ground, like hills collapsing.

Clumps of frost giant blood floated into the air, gradually coalescing into a huge, indistinct phantom.

In the vast sky, large swaths of illusory scenes appear one after another.

A relentless, raging blizzard; a constantly cracking, icy landscape; arched boulders covered in white frost; castles built of solid ice; icy canyons belching black smoke…

This is the scene on the 23rd level of the Bottomless Abyss, the Steel Ice Plain!
The instant he saw the enormous, illusory figure, Elian raised an eyebrow, recognizing the blurry shadow's identity—

[King of the Frost Giants], [Lord of Wrath], Koschrich!

Without a moment's hesitation, El-Erian uttered a clear and urgent communication command almost instantly:
"action!"

……

"What exactly happened at the Abyss Rift?"

The Balor Flame Demon General with the head of a gnoll chopped off the head of the giant bull demon in front of him with a single sword stroke, then stared blankly toward the direction of the abyssal rift.

There appears to be a large-scale disturbance there.

Immediately afterwards, he saw an illusory blizzard and icy earth in the sky, and a gradually solidifying icy blue phantom.

"Lord of Wrath, Koschutch?"

"The demon lord who vied with the frost giant god Thorem for his followers, the lord of the Iron Frozen Wastes?"

"Among the most famous of the hundreds of demon lords, an existence on par with the great Yenogu?"

"He's actually coming?"

Upon seeing this, the Balor Flame Demon General with the head of a gnoll was stunned, and even felt his hands, which were holding the lightning sword and the flaming whip, tremble slightly.

"Strange, how did the frost giant tribes of the North master this blood sacrifice ritual?"

"Why doesn't our gnoll tribe have such a ceremony?"

The Flame Demon General gritted his teeth, realizing a fact:
With the arrival of the Frost Giant King's true projection, the already powerful Koschitch army will become invincible. Even if the armies of Yenogu and Buffente immediately cease hostilities and unite, they will still be unable to withstand the army of the Frost Giant King Koschitch.

"Damn it!"

"We've been fighting the Tauren King's legion for control of the Abyssal Rift for so long, are we going to let a new third party take it away from us?"

……

At this time, the demon legions of the gnoll king Yenogu and the tauren king Buffment showed no signs of ceasing hostilities due to the actions of a third party.

Both sides' demons were already bloodthirsty, immersed in the joy of slaughter, and the madness flowing in their demonic blood had been fully activated.

These chaotic and frenzied creatures have long forgotten what their original goal was; they only think about defeating the enemy in front of them.

at the same time.

The figure of Koschrich, the Frost Giant King, finally materialized and descended from the sky.

The bow-legged giant, about 10 meters tall, roared like thunder as he strode across the blood-stained ground. He wielded a massive hammer made of cold iron, shrugged his shoulders, and stretched his deformed head forward, revealing a beastly rage.

"King of all frost giants, the wrathful lord who rescued us from the enslavement of the foolish god Thorem, the leader who taught us war and conquest!"

"Please lead us to begin the next part of the ceremony."

"Lead us to conquer all the lost frost giant clans in the world, and bring these lost children back to your rule."

"Wrathful lords, conquering kings, lords of ice, all the sacrifices are here!"

Demons and frost giants alike loudly praised their lord and offered him sacrifices.

Those thousands of sun elves.

Previously, the blood sacrifice to summon the Koschich projection required the blood of frost giants. With the blood of frost giants, the King of Frost Giants was summoned.

However, for the next ritual, using the blood of an elf would be even more effective.

The demons and frost giants roughly threw the prisoners, who were in bags, onto the ground, listening to their cries of pain and agony.

These disheveled, emaciated, and bound Sun Elf captives wept aloud, already aware of their impending fate.

Among them were shop owners of magical items stores, swordsmiths who inherited their family's craft, wealthy merchants, court servants and maids, children under 50 years old, and elderly people over 700 years old.

And now, they will face the same fate.

"Mom and Dad, save me!"

"Please, please, don't hurt my child!"

"Let's cut the rope that's binding us together so we can escape."

"Give up, sister, there's no need to linger in this world. We'll return to Avangard..."

"Wait, don't give up! Don't close your eyes! Are you sure that if we die in these frost giants' ritual, our souls will really return to Avandor and not be completely devoured and annihilated?"

"..."

Faced with their impending doom, the spirits who are about to become sacrifices display different attitudes and behaviors, revealing the myriad aspects of human life.

The shopkeeper burst into tears; the swordsmith lay there in a panic, his eyes glazed over; the gaunt man shielded the child with his body; the disheveled woman closed her eyes, awaiting Avando's call...

The tailor pulled out a hidden dagger and suddenly stabbed the demon beside him, but was easily subdued by the latter; the palace maids tore at the sturdy ropes covered in frost with their teeth, completely ignoring the blood flowing from their teeth...

The sounds of painful weeping echoed throughout the night.

But it was drowned out by the louder sounds of demons fighting in the distance, and no one could hear it.

The Frost Giant King raised his frost-covered warhammer and summoned a fierce blizzard.

The relentless blizzard raged on.

The snowflakes fell on the elves, turning their already sallow and emaciated faces purple with cold, and the sharp ice crystals in the wind and snow pierced their flesh.

"Let the blood sacrifice begin."

Hundreds of frost giants surrounded the elven captives, raising their hands and blowing horns in the blizzard, singing primal and brutal songs of death, conquest, war, and destruction.

Koschitch raised the warhammer "Matallotok" high above his head, where frigid frost energy gathered.

When this blow lands, all the Sun Elf captives will die in excruciating pain.

(End of this chapter)