Chapter 777: Chapter 129 Disordered Legion_3

“Fuck, you look so ugly, like a Giant’s View.”

“What do you know? This is called a swollen demon avatar, and you’re not much better. Compared to strength, looks are not even worth mentioning!”

“This unique appearance really grows on you, you know. If you look long enough, it starts to look kinda nice… I want…”

“A person’s taste can be down-to-earth, but it can’t be down-to-Hell, no, I mean down in Hell!”

“The Devil in my head says, as long as I offer him the soul of an Angel Divine Descendant, he could get me a Desire Demon!”

“Really? Now I have to strike hard!”

These players were all shrouded in pitch-black Evil Spirit Energy, with twisted blood-colored runes Inscribed on their exposed skin, and ragged, tattered Bat Wings growing out of their backs.

The players looked universally bizarre–some like overstuffed, sewn-together Fatties; some like enchantingly beautiful women; others wielding steel forks, their skin flushed red, the most classic image of a Devil…

They were players who had made contracts with the Devil, officially known by the Empire Official as the “Burning Hell Army.”

These players, barely distinguishable from Devils themselves, screamed as they stormed into the Allied Forces’ position, bringing utter disaster.

They used Hellfire to burn the Allied Forces’ positions, scythes to chop off Soldiers’ arms and thighs, barbed chains to pierce through the bodies like sieves, and spiked tails to pierce through Soldiers’ hearts, even using charm abilities to cause many Soldiers to lose their wits…

While the players possessed the abilities of Devils, they were far more chaotic and disorderly, using their powers in even more wildly imaginative ways.

And after the addition of tens of thousands of Hell Warriors into the fray, the scales of victory had completely tipped.

On the frontline, the Artillery Fire continued to pound, while steel behemoths and Dragon Scale Cultivators brutally tore through the defenses; followed by the disciplined advance of the Imperial Infantry, encircling and systematically annihilating entire units of the Allied Forces.

The Hell Legion, the Undead Legion, the Fire Element Army, and other divisions of the Ashen Empire furiously attacked at the weak points along the extensive frontlines, bringing fear and turmoil to the enemy.

…

“Boom!”

Another shell plunged towards Collins City, exploding mid-air, but was blocked by a light screen created by the Arcane Legion.

Standing atop the peak of Collins City’s tower, Duke Walter overlooked the entire battlefield; he saw the ceaseless explosions, the Angels falling from the sky, and the crumbling line of the Allied Forces’ soldiers…

The man once known as “Fadelan’s Wings” furrowed his brows and sighed softly.

“Dragon bloodlines, terrifying weapons, and even… the covenants with Hell, it’s hard to believe that in just a short decade, the Ashen Empire’s Military strength has developed to this extent.”

Next to him, the Gold Dragon fluttering its wings anxiously said, “Duke Walter, it’s time for us to take action! The Allied Forces can hardly hold back the Ashen Legion’s onslaught!”

“No, Lord Titus.”

Duke Walter shook his head firmly, declining: “I know you’re eager to help and support the Allied Forces, but compared to the Ashen Legion, it’s their Emperor–the Red Dragon–who is the greatest threat.

I believe you can see it too; this Red Dragon is not only extremely brutal but also as cunning and deceptive as a viper. Until he shows up, we must not act rashly.”

Titus spoke with agitation, countering: “Are we going to just watch as the Allied Forces are destroyed, as these unscrupulous villains turn North Aisier into scorched earth?”

At this moment, the Gold Dragon seemed especially restless, its whiskers near its mouth standing on end; it paced back and forth, causing the city walls to tremble.

“No, Lord Titus, as you’ve said: the endless night will eventually meet the dawn, and justice and Order will ultimately prevail.”

Duke Walter lifted his head, gazing toward the horizon, toward the rolling hillsides, his golden eyes shining brightly with resolute light.

At this point, he had no way out.