Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 375 Ten Thousand Demons Weep, Saving the Evil Lord

"That 'thing,' he's gone?" Having witnessed a powerful demon lord beheaded and stripped of his essence and demonic soul, the warlords and great demons on the other ships trembled, some shaking, others trying to remain calm.

Seeing the ancient holy mage disappear from the spot, and with no trace of him anywhere, the demons were terrified and suspected that he had been temporarily distracted by some accident.

However, the pervasive red mist and blood rain never stopped. The fine rain, with each drop of mystical mercury vibrating at a high frequency and its temperature rising sharply, carried a fierce cutting and penetrating force, cutting through iron, breaking through armor and shields, and penetrating everywhere.

The powerful demons attempted to resist, fighting back with magic and weapons.

These seemingly light raindrops actually conceal immense power. A single drop of rain is enough to make a burly demon general, who could smash down a city wall with a single swing of his arm, stagger. Moreover, the force of the raindrops only increases, while the demon's flesh and blood body needs to recover and recharge. With this disparity, the demon is simply unable to contend with him.

If bombarded with powerful high-level spells like Disintegration, or countered with special effects such as imprisonment or banishment, these raindrops become even more agile, almost as lively as leeches, with ever-changing forms, and their movements are as swift as lightning, their trajectories unpredictable and impossible to fathom.

Even if, by some stroke of luck, a mercury structure is successfully destroyed, it will be reborn as soon as it is destroyed, with no end in sight.

"No, he didn't leave! That thing is still here! He must be hiding, he must be watching us! That must be it, where are you hiding? Come out!" The demon, whose mind was on the verge of collapse due to the pressure of death, roared loudly, pounding his chest and challenging him to a fight with a show of bravado but a lack of courage.

Lin Bo really likes the battlefield; it's a perfect place to practice his skills.

Each time one pours out their full magical power, they can bring considerable rewards.

[Skill judgment successful, [Mantra Control - Flow] basic proficiency +8]

[Refinement Factor ×3 (Perfectly Natural)]

【Health Status Coefficient × 2 (Perfect)】

[Combat Proficiency (Terrifying Slaughter +20) (War Cleanup +25) (Worldwide Killing +35) (Blood War Glory +50)]

Final calculation result: [Mantra Control - Style] proficiency +178

Final calculation result: [Mantra Control - Raw] proficiency +178

[Final calculations...]

In the state of divine connection, all five control techniques progress simultaneously, and the efficiency of gaining proficiency is several times that of regular practice.

Mantra Control Technique - Flow: Lv4 (1124.8/20000) High-level Mantra Technique, unlocks the trait "Boundless". By reciting the true name, it maintains the inner power of all things, preventing them from being diminished by external forces.
The power of the deep is boundless, its capacity to absorb without end. — Proverbs

Mantra Control - Life: Lv4 (952.6/20000) High-level Mantra, unlocks the "Creation" trait. By reciting the true name, it grants all things a form that can be transformed at will, allowing them to spontaneously change according to their environment.

Form changes with circumstances, not bound by a single appearance. — Proverbs

真言御术-烈：Lv3（8105.7/8000）（知识残卷1/1）进阶真言术，解锁特性“震极”

Flames and frost may rage, but life hangs in the balance. — Proverbs

The already crucial skill of controlling the flames was instantly upgraded to meet the requirements.

"Upgrade." Despite his busy schedule, Lin Bo still had enough focus to concentrate on the growth of his own strength. He wasn't worried that the fluctuations in spell power caused by the skill changes would affect the battle, after all, he had already experienced the scenery from a higher level when comprehending the fragments of knowledge, and now it was just a matter of climbing again.

Ding--

Mantra Control - Fierce: Lv4 (105.7/20000) High-level Mantra, unlocks the "Rainbow Transformation" trait. By chanting the true name, one commands all things to unleash a complete and utter explosion of destruction, annihilating all existing material properties.

Seeking the sun's radiance, one is reborn as a rainbow. — Proverbs

The upgrade took only a moment, and the intense fluctuations in magical power suddenly slowed down the onslaught of blood mist and iron rain that filled the battlefield.

In such a high-intensity battle, even a brief pause is extremely abrupt. As the blood rain slowed down, the vast battlefield fell silent for a moment.

The surging demonic warships, continuously emerging from the poisonous clouds, roared in, their sails and banners made of the skin of living souls fluttering wildly. The reinforcements, who had just entered the bloody battle zone, were in high spirits, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, and they laughed wildly.

However, the eerie silence of the battlefield made the demons uneasy.

"What are you doing?"

"Where is the enemy? After such a fierce battle, haven't they left behind even a single corpse?"

On the deck of a nearby warship, the newly arrived demon gruffly addressed the veteran, asking him questions.

However, in the indifferent fog, there were no shouts or curses as expected, only soft sobs and hoarse cries.

The newly arrived demons felt their hair stand on end upon hearing the sound. In the vast chaos that had lasted for countless years, there had always been only the weeping of mortals and the laughter of demons; no matter how learned a person was, they had never heard the wailing of demons.

Even in the monster encyclopedia of magic, it is recorded that demons have no tears; pain only makes them angry and happy, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, their ferocity is intense.

But now, amidst the wreckage and ruins of ships, more than one demon is weeping. Their voices are mocking and shrill, extremely noisy and jarring, yet they are sincere and heartfelt, with tears mixed with blood and essence winding down their rough and vicious faces.

Those captured and tortured souls were laughing, even when the overseers, who were maliciously retaliating, whipped them; they laughed with boundless joy.

"What's going on? Crying? Hahaha! Idiot, idiot! Someone this weak should just die!"

The newly arrived demons burst into laughter, but they noticed that it wasn't just the lower-ranking imps who were crying; even the mid- to high-ranking officials like warlords and generals were in tears. Even the lords and warlords looked grim and their brows were filled with a helpless sorrow.

What exactly happened on this bloody battlefield?! Amidst the cries of anguish, the demons pleaded, just as every powerless mortal would cry out to the will of heaven and the divine in despair. The chaotic demons, who were never afraid of heaven or earth and were known for their cruelty, tyranny, cold-bloodedness, and ruthlessness, were now also broken in the spine and prostrated in prayer like pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Come down! Come down!"

"Moon God, Fallen Lord! Save all demons, save all evil!"

The demons who value hierarchy the most are precisely the ones who despise the concept of rank. In their view, the only thing worthy of worship in the world is not gods or angels, nor lords or warlords, but power itself.

The difference between superior and inferior is merely a matter of strength. Once in power, the one in a high position is destined to die; once out of power, one is less than dust.

They only believe in themselves and only worship themselves.

But now, these embodiments of the most evil ideas in the multiverse have finally become afraid, like castrated cattle and sheep, and have begun to pray that a higher being can save them from this terrifying bloodbath.

"Savior of the devil! Show yourself!"

A mournful wail echoed through the heavens and earth, while the blood rain, which had slowed down, seemed to be awakened like a bear or tiger, thirstily devouring the demons. As raindrops fell, the objects conjured by the incantation began to explode, their power no less than the original. A tiny bit of mystical mercury, after transforming into a rainbow, emitted light and heat radiation as if a small sun had appeared out of nowhere.

The horizon, shrouded in poisonous clouds, was illuminated and ignited at this moment, like a great river of stars rising from the sky.

Lin Bo's figure appeared in the distance, looking down at the ground. Several familiar teammates were fleeing for their lives, while the mechanic and his companions kept dodging the tracking arrows coming from behind.

These arrows originated from a mage two kilometers away. His imposing centaur form resembled a wall, with the two bones of his left forearm unfolding into a bow, and numerous tendons and blood vessels converging into a bowstring. The flowing blood from his right wrist condensed into red steel arrows, the arrowheads burning with eerie, black, poisonous flames.

It aims levelly, firing once per second. The spear-like arrows pierce the air silently, yet cruise at supersonic speeds, automatically pursuing flesh and soul.

The Mechanic's armored back continuously released jamming flares, but these could only temporarily slow down the arrows' pursuit. She could only repeatedly use her artifact substitutes to feign death and escape, surviving by burning through money.

The other companions used various methods, but they could only slow down the process of death.

"I'm willing to die, but not today, not now!"

"Do you have any idea?"

"Watch closely. (Inhale) Hiss—Mage brother!!! Help me!!!" A barbarian shouted for reinforcements with a battle cry, ignoring everything else.

A bloody arrow pierced through the defenses and shot towards the mechanic in mid-air.

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

Although she considered calling for help, the Mechanic knew that the battlefield the Mage was facing was a thousand times more terrifying than this, so she didn't try to call for reinforcements in the world chat. Rather, in such a battlefield, being a hindrance meant certain death.

I can only blame myself for being less skilled... Of course, those magic-based players are shameless. Is it really fun for a legendary player to personally engage in "fishing" (a term used to describe aggressive, low-skill gameplay)?
The mechanic gave the centaur archer in the distance a sincere middle finger, preparing to face his first death.

The bullets, magnified rapidly on the retina, looked as ferocious as dragons.

In the nick of time, a hand came out of nowhere, grabbed the arrow shaft, and with a gentle squeeze, crushed the material capable of supporting supersonic cruise into fragments.

A light gray cloak was drawn in front of him, and the mechanic's face lit up with joy as he blurted out, "Brother Mage!"

"Wait a moment." Lin Bo raised his hand to signal, and his figure disappeared again. Suddenly, a sharp whistle rang out two kilometers away.

The barbarian who had just cried for help was picked up by his teammates and cheered, "You're a genius, you know that?!"

The mechanic, clutching his head, explained to them, "This has caused trouble. The situation on the mage's side is much more dangerous than here. We can revive ourselves with items if we die. Anyway, we haven't reached legendary level yet, so the cost of reviving is minimal. There's no need to trouble the mage for such a small amount of money."

The barbarian's smile faded, and he nodded in agreement.

The mage returned, holding a human head the size of a stone lion in his hand. He mercilessly drained the head from the head with his Life-Devouring Staff, his evil eyes flashing with satisfaction.

His teammates were all ashamed, saying, "Brother Mage, we've caused you trouble."

"No. It was my rash action that dragged you into this." Lin Bo stopped their apologies, patted his chest and bowed. "I will do my best to protect you. If you encounter any danger, call me on the world channel. By the way, you can take this; it should be useful as a deterrent."

Even after being drained, the centaur head, still as large as a basket, exuded the lingering power of a legendary rank. The teammates cautiously carried it over, and after a while, to bolster their courage, they kicked it like a ball.

"The original plan remains unchanged. You should still go find the Greenskins. This bloody battle may last for an unknown period of time, so taking care of yourselves is the most important thing."

"Yes!" Everyone responded without hesitation.

Lin Bo smiled and waved his hand, then suddenly reached out and caught a wisp of wind. After listening for a moment, he took another step and teleported away.

"Phew—" "As expected of our boss." "Wow, this mage's aura is so oppressive! A mere legendary figure is nothing but a chicken to be slaughtered!"

The Mechanic chatted and laughed with everyone. The Mud Gold Family arrived in their flying vehicle. Before she and her teammates boarded the ship, she hung the withered head of the legendary magic player on the bow of the ship like a landscape totem. Then the ship soared into the sky to meet more comrades who had been lost on the battlefield.

In the distance, scorching light illuminates the desolate void.

The wailing of the demons fell silent amidst the roar.

(End of this chapter)