Chapter 116: The Fall of Adolf (Part Three)
The Eternal Chosen still stood on that high hill, gazing over Adolf, his eyes never lingering on the bodies of the fallen, not even willing to spare a few seconds for Adolf. His focus was always on the Four Gods; everything before him was merely small stones on the road to Adolf. “Whoosh!” A beam of energy, filled with the fury of Adolf, shot out from the well-concealed artillery position of the Academy’s battle mages. To keep Greya from being discovered, they had gradually gathered the winds of magic, finally poised to teach this arrogant bastard, the Eternal Chosen, a lesson. Before firing, they had confirmed that the Eternal Chosen had not looked at Adolf for ten minutes, which meant he had not seen the future here. The swiftly approaching beam tore through the sky, leaping over the city walls and leaving its sound behind. The Eternal Chosen’s eyes, glowing with red light, faced the beam as it surged in front of him; this beam, infused with the winds of light, was the ultimate weapon against evil. However, after a few moments of turbulence, it turned back and was thrown into the eagerly cheering cannon mouth. “Whoosh!” The first sound came late as the beam was tossed behind him. He stood with his shield, slightly glimmering more than before, and nothing more. He reflected the beam; “Boom!” This was the sound of the explosion from the secret artillery position of the Imperial Academy’s mages, flames shooting up into the sky, bringing a hint of despair to the fatigued defenders on the city walls. The Eternal Chosen’s eyes reflected the flames, yet he never once looked at Adolf. Humanity was too foolish, believing they could easily defeat fate. What is fate? Fate is the victory he saw, and that ball of fire was the light of victory. The Eternal Chosen swung his fiery blade, summoning the demons, and roared, “I promise you victory!” His voice was akin to the sound of judgment, even penetrating the heavy ancient walls of Adolf, passing through numerous buildings, landing directly at the high-level commander of the entire Adolf army, Marshal Helberg. Fully armed, with his steel helmet resting on the table, his eyes red from exhaustion but now remarkably calm, as the foremost commander of the Empire, he was loyal, strong, and possessed great strategic talent. Thanks to many heroes like him, they had barely held out for over a year against the doomsday army led by the Eternal Chosen. Marshal Helberg heard the words of the Eternal Chosen but did not change his expression. The advisors beside him, loyal and reliable, could be called cold-blooded, but upon hearing the voice of the Eternal Chosen, their faces turned pale, their bodies swaying from several sleepless days, as if facing judgment from the supreme deity. “Is it terrifying?” Marshal Helberg asked, “Is a god someone who can predict the future? Then let’s show them the prowess of our Empire. Everything proceeds according to plan!” As soon as the words fell, a roar like a mountain tide came from outside the realm. The doomsday army loudly praised the Eternal Chosen, for although he had arrived in disgrace earlier, having lost all his troops, every attack, every command since then promised victory at the moment of charge. Every promise had been fulfilled. They firmly believed victory would come from fighting alongside the Eternal Chosen, some even believed that it could be achieved even against the evil gods. The doomsday army surged toward the city walls, siege towers advancing, while furious demon hordes and a few dragon-like beasts dove toward Adolf from the sky. Beast-shamans rode on magical beasts, engaging directly with what appeared to be overwhelming aerial forces under the cover of distant weaponry. However, due to the Eternal Chosen learning from the dishonored dead demon king, he absorbed most of the mobile forces to his side. Naturally, most of them were reduced to ash or became statues upon the rocks. The doomsday army clashed with the hellworms and hellshrimp, temporarily fighting evenly with Adolf’s air force, unable to provide strong support to the ground assault. But the ground offensive was enough to take the old city of Adolf. The charging footsteps of the demon warriors combined with the steps of giant beasts and demons shook the earth, and the walls suffering from roasting and bombardment even began to collapse. The officer wearing black feathers shouted hoarsely, “Everyone! Fire! Fire! Fire!” “Use up all our assets!” Crossbow bolts and arrows loaded with alchemical oil were shot out. A fire-element battle mage with bright red hair raised his staff high, bestowing upon projectiles the most terrifying fire magic winds. The crossbow roared, attempting to use their treasured enchanted harpoons to blast the giant demon. For a moment, many demon warriors had their heavy armor shattered, exposing their more vulnerable flesh. They simply grabbed our corpses from the ground as human shields to block the explosive arrows. The snail-like siege towers collapsed, but more siege towers passed beside them. The doomsday army thrust their human shields into the nearly full moat. Climbing up ladders and siege towers, they engaged in fierce combat with the spiked walls. Battle priests shouted prayers for combat, blessing the surrounding allies and the remaining strong supporters of the defenders.
The army clashed against various giant demons. Meanwhile, the Imperial battle mages did their utmost, exerting their remaining magic to assist their allies in battle. The few most outstanding battle mages, in order to return the reflected glory, struggled to provide strong spell support to the allies fighting desperately on the brink of life and death. More and more resisting Imperial soldiers became unable to fight back, falling to the massive axes and blades. “In the name of Sigma! Sigma’s rock-dwelling kin, block the doomsday army with me!” The bald-headed battle priest roared, smashing a demon warrior’s head with a hammer while he held the Sigma Scripture high, which radiated with white light, pushing back the doomsday army and dispelling the darkness of the night sky. The Eternal Chosen suddenly charged in, slicing down, and both the Sigma Scripture and he who held it, along with the others from the headquarters, were cleaved in two. In the shocked gaze of the battle priest, his body and armor exploded in mid-air, twisted shards of armor shooting out, splattering the Imperial soldiers following the battle priest onto the ground. “If you false gods exist,” the Eternal Chosen looked at them with his third eye, not glancing at anyone around him, “then how many must be killed before you reveal yourselves?” “Ahhhh!” Devout Imperial soldiers rushed in, among them several extraordinary beings. The Eternal Chosen waved his one-handed sword, leaving a distorted trail in the air, as if even space was hurt beneath the blade. Everyone died in the same manner, their chests and abdomens torn apart, followed by explosions, heads and shoulders flying everywhere, showcasing the fate of anyone daring to oppose the roadblock that was the Eternal Chosen. “Mere mortals.” The Eternal Chosen stepped over the broken corpses, being the first to break through the front line, jumping down from the fifteen-meter high city wall. This was the seventh battle priest he had hunted down, and there was no longer enough fervor and faith to maintain the purity of Adolf’s walls, nor was there any ability to counter the demons’ twisted power of darkness. The heavens truly trembled, the torrential earth rising toward Adolf’s walls, filling all the moats while forcing out floating corpses, piling up before the walls of Adolf. Some sections of the walls collapsed, exposing the body of “civilization” before the sharp claws of the doomsday army. Some walls held firm, but a gentle slope had already formed in front of the walls, allowing many craving close combat demon warriors and evil beings to surge up the walls. Severe casualties, broken morale. “Retreat! Retreat! Fall back to the second city gate, climb and shoot at the enemies on the city head!” the black-feathered officer hoarsely shouted, standing before the second city gate, “Close the city gates right now!” Many Imperial soldiers had yet to reach the second city gate; the door couldn’t close. Suddenly, the Eternal Chosen charged toward this city gate. The black-feathered officer took the lead and boldly led the brave soldiers out of the gate, rallying the warriors to turn back and, with their mortal bodies, block the Eternal Chosen’s blade. “Boring.” The Eternal Chosen continued to look up, swinging his sword again, cutting through the obstructing mortals, “Is there anyone willing to liberate me from this meaningless slaughter?” “I will!” The fallen mage-lord demon flapped its wings, raised its staff with an open book at the tip, symbols of power surging forth blue flames, aiming to reduce the mortal before him to ashes. However, the Eternal Chosen suddenly shouted, “Retreat!” “What—” A sense of crisis immediately enveloped all the demons in the area as they saw an apparition of the false king Jima appear in the sky, flapping its wings and cradling something terrifying. The demonic being of inconceivable change was so frightened that it almost dropped its black feathers. It was the Power of Terra, said to bind the sun’s strength; with a flash, the essence of the doomsday army was completely lost. The strongest Eternal Chosen ever, slap on the butt, fleeing into the night. Meanwhile, in the command post, Helberg murmured to himself, recounting the experience of the demon king: “To kill an enemy who can foresee the future is quite simple. As long as a big explosion can be created, larger than his predicted escape range, it will work.” Some demons immediately shouted, “Dig! Quickly dig!” The Eternal Chosen was about to escape the “explosion zone,” but something incredible happened. In the blue flames of the transforming demon, that black-bearded officer, along with several soldiers, charged forward, engulfed in flames, burning with their bodies. The demons around the Eternal Chosen were still in shock from the sudden appearance of Shima. This group of mortals had actually gotten close to the Eternal Chosen; the black-bearded officer dropped his weapon and tightly embraced the Eternal Chosen with his burning body. Although he and his comrades disintegrated into precious dust in the next half second, this was the utmost limit what these loyal mortals could do. They had also bought valuable time for the Eternal Chosen to escape. The Eternal Chosen leaped back, vaulting over the heads of everyone, and shouted at the digging demons, “Don’t dig! It’s a trick!” Just then, before the shape of the evil-changing demon’s magic could form, a deep massive pit appeared before everyone’s eyes. Below was a large pile of black gunpowder packed in wooden barrels.
