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Chapter 256 The Grand Finale (Part 1) The End of the World

The royal court of Sussas was packed with people, and the church was overflowing with people.

Dappled light filtered through the glass, falling on the densely packed women kneeling on the ground.

They pressed their hands together to their foreheads, bowed their heads, and murmured prayers for the safety of their loved ones on the front lines and for the victory of Sussas.

The colleague also poured out all his fears, worries and hopes to the high and mighty deity.

"May the gods bless my husband, may they bless Susas!"

A choked prayer rang out clearly in the silent church, which then triggered more soft sobs.

In the inner court, atop the highest white tower, Queen Logan Susas was also praying devoutly.

Incense was laid out in front of her, and candlelight flickered gently in the breeze.

The priests stood solemnly nearby, not daring to make a sound.

Logan's belly was already quite large, and her pregnancy made it slightly difficult for her to pray.

But her back remained straight, and her eyes were full of determination.

Arafinafin, Lenora, and the others stood not far away, watching this scene with solemn expressions.

Arendl, who rushed over, saw the Queen praying and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

His gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Lenora in the sacrificial procession.

The two looked into each other's eyes and nodded silently.

Nord, the city of war.

The Night Watch headquarters, formerly the base of the Thirteenth Squad.

Kane's former captain, Reed, sat at the worn-out wooden table, his brow furrowed as he looked at the battle report in his hands.

His once jet-black hair has now turned gray, but his eyes remain sharp.

The ranger Sienna and the Dead Apostle Talia walked in side by side.

"He has led all his troops, along with the Queen's army, to the front lines—all we can do now is hope for his victory—otherwise, our material plane will be swallowed by the abyss."

Reed put down the battle report and said in a hoarse voice.

Talia's fingertips trembled slightly as the image of the man with whom she had spent a night of intimacy flashed through her mind.

Sienna lowered her eyes, recalling the moments she had shared with him, those warm and thrilling times.

In the end, the two girls looked at each other, their faces showing complex expressions.

In order to combat the threat from the abyss.

Under the constraints of the Six-Nation Pact and driven by the prophecies of high-ranking spellcasters from various countries, the armies of each nation completed their assembly ahead of schedule and set off from their respective borders.

Along the way, the armies of various countries traveled day and night, using various methods such as forced marches, changing horses, and abandoning ships to make their way.

Many soldiers fell during the long march before they even saw the enemy.

After losing countless horses, ships, and vehicles, the armies of various countries finally arrived at the ever-expanding black grassland at the scheduled time.

Or rather, it should now be called "the land of demons".

Armies from different countries began to merge according to pre-war plans, forming three major battlefields, and launched a general offensive against the demon army entrenched there.

The western region, once a lush and fertile plateau, is now a scorched wasteland.

Three hundred thousand Nord soldiers, clad in heavy helmets and black light armor, marched in orderly and heavy steps with an indomitable spirit, joining forces with one hundred thousand mercenaries from the Free City-States who had arrived earlier.

The 400,000-strong army required no extra mobilization and no complicated tactics.

Everyone had written their wills and engraved their names on their weapons.

With a simple order to attack, the army surged forth like a river bursting its banks, launching a fearless charge towards the demon army waiting ahead.

With the blessing of the abyss in the Demon Lands, a large number of newly transformed low-level demons gained unprecedented power, and the vanguard of the human alliance suffered heavy losses at the very first moment of the clash between the two armies.

But the human side did not retreat.

On the battlefield, Nord crossbows roared with a deep rumble, their thick bolts whistling through the air, showing no regard for whether there were comrades ahead, impaling everything in their path, whether demon or human, into the ground.

Those demons that tried to turn and run away were immediately caught by the Nord soldiers behind them and impaled on the scorched earth with spears, along with their companions.

The mercenaries of the Free City-State brandished scimitars and arrows coated with iron dust, plunging their weapons deep into the demon's body.

Whenever the iron filings and flames come into contact with the demon's flesh, they sizzle and produce plumes of white smoke.

The demons turned to ashes in the flames amidst their agonizing screams, and the mercenaries were often torn to shreds in these suicidal attacks.

Led by the third-tier mage tower master, the accompanying mages, together with the archers, formed an aerial defense line to intercept the flying demons attempting to swoop down.

The entire battlefield was chaotic and brutal. Every individual was merely an insignificant speck on this devastating battlefield, and countless lives were lost in an instant.

Meanwhile, in the skies above the battlefield, an even more thrilling battle was underway.

"Demon! Your head will become part of my collection!"

A clear, angry shout echoed through the sky.

A massive, ancient white dragon soars through the clouds, with a crowned, charismatic woman sitting atop its back.

She held a staff and a longsword, her eyes burning with murderous intent.

Behind her stood a white-bearded sorcerer whose age was almost impossible to discern, chanting ancient and obscure incantations.

The creature battling the white dragon was a ferocious, fourth-tier bone-winged demon.

Its body was covered with hard black bone armor, and two pairs of huge bone wings on its back flapped, bringing with them gusts of foul wind.

Dragon breath, roars, and magical auras clashed continuously in the sky above the battlefield.

The battle between three fourth-tier powerhouses turned the entire sky into a forbidden zone, where any creature that tried to approach would be instantly torn to shreds.

Eastern battlefield, Silver Kingdom.

The once glorious Eternal City is now nothing but ruins.

Half of the city was completely destroyed in the previous battle, while the remaining half relied on the mountain behind it and the remaining fortress to hold on desperately. The fortress was covered with all kinds of demons.

"drink!"

The dwarf king roared, and with immense force, he slammed his thousand-pound warhammer down on the minotaur in front of him.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

The Minotaur easily blocked the attack with its giant axe, the immense force shattering the stone slab beneath the Dwarf King's feet.

But just then, a figure as fast as lightning flashed out from the shadows.

A sharp sword, gleaming with silver light, slashed precisely across the minotaur's chest.

The minotaur let out a painful roar, looking down at its wounds, its face suddenly turning extremely ugly.

A strange power emanated from the wound, rendering its prized regenerative abilities completely ineffective, and blood was continuously gushing from it.

It took a step back, warily eyeing the dwarf king before it, as well as the hooded swordsman who had just appeared.

Just then, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted from the direction of the Eternal City.

The Minotaur suddenly looked up and saw a dense mass of dark shadows appearing on the distant horizon.

Hundreds and thousands of warships bearing the banners of the Covenant Alliance sailed in, their dark cannons aimed directly at the demon army below the mountain.

"Fire!"

The next moment, countless cannons roared simultaneously.

The scorching shells rained down on the demon horde, and the explosions and shockwaves instantly engulfed countless demons.

The earth trembled, the sea roared, and the counterattack finally began.

The north is the area closest to the Demon Gate and most severely corrupted by the energy of the abyss.

Susas's four army groups finally arrived here.

Despite suffering heavy losses in previous battles against the Balk Legion, it still maintains a strength of nearly 800,000 men.

However, their greatest enemy is not the demons, but this land that has been completely corrupted by the abyss.

Even though the soldiers were wearing heavy face shields and masks that had been soaked in water beforehand, many of them still felt severe discomfort the moment they stepped onto this land.

Nausea, dizziness, and difficulty breathing followed one after another.

For every kilometer advanced, hundreds or thousands of soldiers fell and were urgently transported to the rear.

Many people lost their lives during the journey.

Even so, although fear was written all over the soldiers' faces, few of them wavered.

When the army had marched halfway, the sky began to change, and at the same time, an overwhelming horde of demons surged in from all directions.

Although they are all newly transformed demons, their numbers are terrifying.

"Fire!"

At a command, iron powder arrows, cannons, and magic-powered giant cannons—all the long-range firepower of the army group—were unleashed simultaneously.

The immense power blasted the vast plains into craters, and some low hillsides were completely leveled.

The deafening explosions continued one after another, the enormous sound waves seeming to shatter the sky.

However, there were simply too many demons.

After paying a heavy price, the black demonic tide still crashed into the defenses of the four major army groups.

Ultimately, everything can only rely on the most primitive and bloody direct combat.

Black and gray waves collided violently, and soldiers tore and devoured each other with all sorts of bizarre demons.

Several spears pierced through the body of a demon at the same time, pinning it to the ground.

The next second, another demon pounced, snapped the soldier's throat, and tore his heart apart.

Huge casualties were occurring every moment, making it impossible to accurately calculate the kill ratio.

On this battlefield, even rank has lost its meaning.

Even a powerful third-tier demon, after slaughtering hundreds or thousands of soldiers, could be blown to pieces by a sudden magical cannon attack, or have its body pierced by iron powder weapons coming from all directions, turning to ashes amidst painful screams.

Life is worthless here.

Blood, death, and despair became the sole themes of this land.

Above the northern battlefield, a colossal machine was flying silently.

It was a huge shadow airship, its entire hull covered in thick black shadows, casting a shadow large enough to engulf an entire town.

The airship was filled with rangers and longbowmen, also shrouded in shadow, their figures blending seamlessly into the airship, almost imperceptible.

The airship passed through the chaotic battlefield below and flew straight north.

Its appearance quickly attracted the attention of a large number of flying demons.

Countless demons screamed and rushed in from all directions, trying to tear the invading airship apart.

However, their attacks were completely unable to penetrate the shadow barrier surrounding the airship.

Instead, the archers shrouded in shadow kept firing cold arrows, shooting down demons one by one.

The airship's cannons also opened fire at the same time, blasting death flowers into bloom among the demons.

Screams and wails filled the air as demon corpses rained down from the sky.

This airship seemed to possess its own intelligence, always able to accurately find the weak points in the flying demon formation and easily break through their interception.

Its target is the eerie, colossal gate ahead—the Demon Gate—that no human could have built.

The door was a hundred meters tall, made entirely of an unknown black substance, with viscous abyssal energy flowing across its surface.

Strands of black mist poured out from the cracks in the door, spreading outwards.

Compared to this door, even the enormous shadow airship appeared incredibly small.

Just as the airship was about a kilometer away from the Demon Gate, a crisp crack of a whip suddenly came from the sky.

"Snapped!"

A black whip, several kilometers long, lashed out with a whooshing sound as it struck the airship's shadowy barrier.

The entire airship shuddered violently and paused in the air for a moment.

A succubus dressed in a red robe slowly appeared in front of the airship.

She had a graceful figure, a charming face, and an alluring smile on her lips.

"Stop, don't go and die, Your Majesty the Regent."

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Her voice was as smooth as silk.

"Or rather, I should call you Kane."

With her appearance, all the attacking flying demons stopped and circled around the airship, forming a huge encirclement.

A soft sigh came from the shadows.

A figure slowly walked out and stood on the top of the airship.

He was clad in black shadow armor, his face cold and stern; it was Kane.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him and said in a complicated tone, "Ange—no, I should call you, Grassia."

Grassia smiled even more alluringly: "If you're willing, it's not impossible to treat me as Ange—stop this foolish suicidal act."

Join us now, and I can let you experience all the ultimate pleasures in the world.

"I'm not interested in your happiness," Kane said coldly.

"That's such a pity."

Grassia shook her head and said with feigned regret.

"However, my predecessor, that foolish woman named Ange, was quite interested in you—I remember you even made a Styx oath for her, saying that if you entered the Abyss, you would protect her and her daughter, right?"

Kane's expression remained unchanged.

A cruel smile appeared on Grassia's face: "But I have good news for you, you don't need to worry anymore—because their souls have all been devoured by me. In the most cruel and painful way."

Kane remained silent.

After a long while, he raised his head, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only filled with icy killing intent.

"Then you should die."

Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the airship suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

A figure instantly teleported behind Grassia, wielding a shadowy scimitar that exuded an aura of destruction as it slashed down fiercely.

Gracia was prepared; her long whip coiled back like a venomous snake, clashing violently with the shadowy scimitar.

"boom!"

A massive energy shockwave exploded in the air, creating a huge vortex of airflow.

The entire airship swayed precariously under the impact of the shockwave, as if it would crash at any moment.

"Your toy can just crash here!"

Grassia smiled smugly.

Kane remained expressionless, letting the airship plummet towards the ground.

Just then, Grassia's expression suddenly changed.

Just as it was about to crash into the air, the airship suddenly stopped abruptly and came to a halt in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, it changed direction, increased its speed, and with an indomitable momentum, crashed into the Demon Gate in front of it!

Gracia suddenly remembered a piece of information she had overlooked, and her face instantly turned deathly pale.

"You put that tower spirit on the airship—"

She could no longer care about Kane and swooped down, trying to stop the airship from crashing into her.

But at that moment, Kane suddenly disappeared.

The next second, Grassia felt a pair of strong arms hug her from behind.

A dense shadow instantly enveloped the two of them, and then they were teleported into the shadow between the airship and the Demon Gate.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter the heavens and earth, erupted suddenly.

The massive explosion completely engulfed the entire area where the Demon Gate was located.

White flames shot into the sky like a mushroom cloud, illuminating the entire northern battlefield.

The bones, rotting flesh, and rubble on the ground were all vaporized in an instant.

Everyone involved in the battle, whether human or demon, simultaneously felt this world-destroying energy.

Many who dared to look directly at the white light were instantly blinded. A massive roar swept across, sending countless people flying to the ground.

After a long while, the smoke and dust from the explosion gradually dissipated.

In the heart of the devastation of the explosion, a figure quietly revives.

Countless buds of flesh rapidly grew from his wound, casting a thick shadow. It was Kane.

In his hand, he held tightly the head of a beautiful succubus.

Gracia's eyes were wide open, her face still showing disbelief and fear, she died with her eyes wide open.

Just now, he used teleportation to bring Grassia to the core area of ​​the explosion, so that he could share the blast with her.

Then, relying on his faster immortality, he severed her head the instant her body recovered and threw her body into the Shadow Realm, depriving her of the ability to resurrect, thus killing her with a single blow.

However, Kane showed no joy whatsoever.

Because he saw that the real demon gate had not been damaged in the devastating explosion.

It still stands there quietly, exactly as it did before the explosion.

"That was fantastic."

A gentle voice suddenly rang out in front of Kane.

A man dressed in a simple robe slowly appeared; he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.

He wore a gentle smile, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

The patriarch of the demonic cult who orchestrated the entire invasion plan into the material plane.

There were no further words.

Kane's expression remained unchanged as the shadow power in his hand coalesced into a curved blade, which he then swung down heavily—