The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Samael watched his subordinates leave with a cold gaze, but the ring on his hand suddenly emitted a faint light.

"Ok?"

Samael raised her fingertips and whispered, which was her usual way of greeting, even when the message on the ring came from her sister, Beller.

The ring's fluorescence flashed rhythmically a few times, as if conveying some message.

This immediately made Samael frown. "Ye Xiao... why are you only telling me now?"

She glanced sideways into the distance, her sharp gaze piercing through the smoke-filled battlefield, reaching the red dragon girl sitting quietly deep within the sea army.

"...I understand. Be careful yourself."

"Also tell him that I can hold back against others, but not against Ella Hayville."

The cold voice was swept into the scorching sandstorm, blowing from the sky to the ground, sweeping over the demons covering the mountains and fields, and raising the crimson cloak of the Blood Prince at the front of the army.

"Kansas and Feralas have both made their moves, why do you seem so unconcerned, little prince?"

Princess Alabella, the succubus, stood on the hillside, her alluring voice, seemingly capable of stirring the heart, drifting over, "Aren't you afraid they'll steal your military merits?"

"Ah."

Assal remained unmoved atop the troll wolf treading on ghostly fire, saying, "I have an opponent I await."

As he spoke, a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Only that man is worthy of drawing my demonic sword."

"Oh~"

Alabella casually raised her fingertip. "Is that the mage you were playing with in the grove the other day? I'm a little interested too."

"What kind of disgusting way of describing things is that?! Don't tarnish the honor of a duel between men!!"

Assar roared, "And don't say I didn't warn you, stay away from the battlefield between me and him!"

"Don't ostracize them like that,"

Alabella covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes alluring. "I'm quite interested in the strong aura you're exuding right now... Anyway, you're not in a hurry to go, so how about we do something pleasant before we go into battle?"

"roll!"

……

Back at the Fortress of No Breath, from the sky to the high walls, from the cliffs to the ground, all were scenes of fierce battles.

Julius rode his winged horse through the overwhelming horde of monstrous demons, his sword, extended by holy light, swung like a mighty rainbow, capable of cleaving through the dark clouds with a single strike.

Thousands upon thousands of terrifying demons flew at him but could not get close. It was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. Golden light swept across the sky, sweeping away wave after wave.

But just then, a wild, sinister laugh descended from the sky.

"I've heard that you are the strongest swordsman of the human race?"

As the voice spoke, invisible wind blades swept in from all directions.

Before the Sky Knights in the formation could even notice, they were cleaved into pieces by the wind blades, along with the griffins.

Julius merely flicked the reins, and the Pegasus reared up, barely dodging the wind that swept past in front. With another swing of his sword, the blade of holy light precisely cleaved the fear lord hiding behind the layers of clouds.

"Uh!?"

Faragos hastily summoned his magic power with both arms to deflect the impact and flew several meters away. When he looked back at his hands, he saw a deep, scorched sword mark.

"I dare not claim to be the strongest."

Julius's flowing golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight filtering through the broken clouds. His expression was calm, and his snow-white knight's sword was pointed directly at the huge monstrous demon in the distance. "But killing a bat is more than enough."

"Ah."

A sinister grin appeared on the Fear Lord's hideous face. "Just a mere human, and you've really gotten too arrogant?"

"He certainly has the right to be arrogant, you devil."

Another voice suddenly joined the fray.

Faragos turned his head in surprise, only to see a huge, invisible ripple spreading in the air, from which a man with jet-black curly hair and a knight dressed in full black armor, riding a red-eyed griffin, slowly emerged.

"Are you people of the sea tribe?"

Faragos looked surprised, then his expression turned fierce. "Get out of my way! It's not your place to disturb my hunt!"

"Ugh."

The man with jet-black curly hair was none other than Kronos. He rubbed his forehead, muttering to himself as if complaining, "What a nuisance. Why are there still such troublesome things at this time?"

"A brainless demon."

The black-armored knight had a gloomy look in his eyes, and his face, as sharp and resolute as if carved by a knife, was none other than Lancelot.

He ignored Farigos and turned his gaze to the paladin in the distance.

"It's been a long time, Julius. With the blessing of my lord, I will settle our score in the capital this time."

Chapter 238 The War Between Heavenly Demons

"...Who are you again?"

However, Julius tilted his head in confusion.

A genuine look of doubt appeared on his handsome face.

"You...I am Lancelot, the Commander of the Sky Knights!!"

Lancelot immediately retorted indignantly, "We just fought a day ago! There's a limit to how much you can look down on someone!"

"Who do you think it is? It turns out to be my defeated opponent."

Julius said calmly, "All three of you come at me at once. In the name of the saintess, I will grant you eternal refuge in the light."

"Julius!!!"

Lancelot roared, "I will definitely kill you!!!"

At the same time, the red-eyed griffin beneath him let out a sharp cry. Unlike the griffins of other Sky Knights, the cry of this unusually large beast was even more piercing than the weeping blood of the mountain demon.

Lancelot raised his spear and charged forward fiercely, while Kronos sighed softly and flashed past, stepping on the spatial fluctuations.

"Hey!? That's my prey!!"

Feralus became anxious and immediately flapped his wings, creating a gust of wind as he charged forward.

Facing three opponents alone, Julius showed no fear, calmly holding his longsword upright in front of his chest, as if in an elegant pose before a duel, his clear eyes beneath his neat bangs reflecting the intense brilliance of the sun.

"In the name of my holy lady... Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting!"

……

The sky was filled with a brilliant, molten gold glow and churning black clouds, and the vast expanse of the sky was filled with the aftershocks of that fierce battle.

Meanwhile, atop the high wall, the Earth Sword Saint Elon also met his opponent.

A chilling fog blanketed the battlefield, and the aura of decay seeped through the runes-engraved armor of the Aslans, silently eroding their flesh.

The deathly aura crawled along the ground, engulfing one corpse after another, while green flames ignited from their skulls, summoning their souls back from the other side of the River Styx.

"What the hell are these things?! Why can't I kill them?!"

The panicked cries of the defending soldiers rang out, and the fallen comrades and the demons they had slain shakily rose from the ground.

As the war progressed, for every pile of corpses on the city walls, countless souls returned from hell.

The soldiers tried to smash the resurrected remains with their silver crossbows and halberds, but to no avail.

The shattered corpses collapsed to the ground, only to be drawn back together by the rekindled ghostly fire, their severed limbs and broken pieces sticking together as they roared as they rose to their feet.

Only by being completely burned to ashes by flames can these spirits finally meet their end, but the walls are covered with countless corpses, making it far from easy to burn them all at once.

Elon, who was riding on an earth dragon and wandering among the demons, naturally noticed this strange situation.

With his centuries of experience and vast knowledge, he immediately recognized something strange about the cold mist swirling between the walls.

But the question is how to find the source of this fog?

Elon stopped the dragon's head, placed his feet on the rocky back, and closed his eyes slightly.

In an instant, all the faint fluctuations emanating from everything connected to the ground to which the stone dragon clung were absorbed into his spiritual sea.

As long as he is on this land, nothing can escape his perception.

Even the slowly flowing mist, containing a deathly magic that intensifies as it covers the area, had its source instantly identified by Elon.

"Humph."

The old swordsman, with his graying temples but resolute and solemn face, suddenly opened his eyes, stomped his foot, and unleashed a powerful shockwave.

The shockwave tore through the earth and rushed towards a mountain range next to the high wall, blasting away demons and undead along the way until it converged halfway up the mountain and exploded with a deafening roar.

"Boom"

The rock and soil exploded, and a skull wreathed in ghostly flames flew out from the smoke and dust.

"Hey, white-bearded human, your senses are pretty sharp!"

However, Elon didn't waste any words with the other party. He swung the stone sword in his hand through the air, and the blade transformed into thousands of stone cones that pierced the skeleton's head and face.

But in the next moment, the cold mist in the air seemed to suddenly take shape, condensing into large ice crystals that formed a wall, blocking all the incoming stone spikes.

"They really have no manners."

The skull's jaw opened and closed, and the ghostly fire inside gradually expanded, extending from the back of its head, slowly swelling into a huge shadow.

The walls, cliffs, ground... countless bones flew up from the mud and blood, gathering on the body of the Lich King Kansas, gradually forming a colossal skeleton taller than the entire fortress.

The giant's shoulders covered the sky, as if he could pierce the clouds with a single hand.

"Older skulls are more prone to cracking after prolonged use,"

The colossal elephant, whose massive head was made up of countless corpses, uttered a deep voice, "It would be easier to just crush you right here."

"what."

Old Elon let out a hearty laugh, "Using the corpse as a shell, just how insecure are you about your own body?"

"You're asking for death, human!!!"

With a piercing howl, the giant elephant swung its massive arm, tearing through the clouds and striking the meteorite iron wall.

"boom"

The heavens and earth trembled, and rocks collapsed from the mountains surrounding the fortress of Zhou Dynasty.

But right beneath that palm, Elon, standing on the stone dragon, soared into the air, turned around, and swung a massive rock spike, as large as a mountain peak, back into the giant elephant's arm.

Unfortunately, this move had little effect; the rock spike barely pierced the outer layer of bone armor before it could advance any further.

"Useless, hahaha!"

From the center of the giant elephant's chest, Kansas let out a wild laugh, "Humans who have only stepped into the Saint rank for a hundred years have no idea how insignificant you are in front of us hellish demons!"

As it spoke, the enormous head opened its mouth, spewing even thicker, death-filled white mist onto the city wall.

Like a frost storm sweeping in, all that was left for the Aslan soldiers to see was a vast expanse of white.

Frost settled on the surface of their gleaming silver armor, and an intense, suffocating pain surged through their respiratory tracts. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they clutched their throats helplessly, collapsing one after another amidst feeble wails, only to rise again as trembling, immortal spirits.

"Damn it."

Watching his fellow countrymen die one after another, Elon cursed under his breath.

The withering cold mist could not erode his protective magic, but it was the most deadly poison gas for ordinary soldiers.

"O ocean, drive away the calamities for humanity's brave warriors!"

A holy female voice suddenly rang out from the top of the city tower in the clouds. The rain seemed to come alive, tilting and gathering on the high wall as a floating stream, which actually dispersed the white mist that shrouded the wall.

"That voice... could it be another blessing bestowed by a goddess?"

Elon looked up gratefully at the source of the voice, his gaze piercing through the dissipating mist and swaying rain, only to see a black dog standing proudly atop the fortress.

"Ok?"

The old man's face stiffened, but he quickly turned around and glared menacingly at the giant skeletal elephant.

"You bastard, I'll send you back to hell right now!"