Chapter 167: The Action of the Broken Sword (Part 1)
The sound of the fallen demonized giant could even cut through the noisy battlefield and long distances.
“That big fellow fell pretty hard,” Blood Dragon Knight Duncan exclaimed. “Everyone wants a share of the victory, even the stupid giant.”
The Everlasting Chosen Marus remained silent, lightly leaping over twenty meters high, allowing him to survey the distant scene.
In the distance, George stood atop the giant’s head, raising his glowing sword and striking down to kill the giant. Next to the giant’s corpse, winged knights were chasing after the demonized war hound, which was running swiftly and carelessly crashed into the sluggish infantry formation behind.
He landed on the ground, shattering it, and asked:
“What did you see before?”
“With the Blood God’s ecstasy, we can pile up dozens of skull thrones,” Blood Dragon Knight Duncan said. “Our army will surely win.”
The Everlasting Chosen Marus suppressed his anger and said, “It’s all an illusion!”
“An illusion?” Blood Dragon Knight Duncan asked. “How could that be? No matter who comes—”
The Everlasting Chosen Marus interrupted Blood Dragon Knight Duncan, saying, “It’s all the despicable illusions created by that succubus! Our flank’s dog pack has been completely defeated; they’re trying to block our retreat!”
At this point, the Everlasting Chosen Marus felt a phantom pain in his neck, instinctively covering the back of his neck.
That was one of the possible futures. Through the “Eye of Mor,” he saw Lady Kissliph and her comrades charge forward. The strong vowed to keep him alive, and he killed the brave.
But the former brave George, wielding the holy sword, cleaved through his armor, nearly decapitating him.
“Retreat at once!”
“Run?” Blood Dragon Knight Duncan replied. “I will never run!”
The Everlasting Chosen Marus felt a sharp pain in his head as he foresaw many futures and realized that to get Blood Dragon Knight Duncan to retreat with him, he would have to kill him.
Finally, he could only say:
“As you wish.”
At this moment, amidst the chaotic battlefield, the expedition army’s general, surrounded by his bear cavalry guards, launched a counter charge, shouting, “Who dares to come and fight?”
Blood Dragon Knight Duncan immediately exclaimed, “Me!”
The Everlasting Chosen Marus was about to warn him, but Blood Dragon Knight Duncan jumped onto his zombie dragon, which took off, flapping its wings.
Just as they took off, a group of archers armed with ice bows began shooting blue crystal arrows, focusing on the sizable zombie dragon, which was their only target they could hit.
“Crash!”
A series of sounds of breaking ice, along with several comet-like single-target spells.
The zombie dragon stumbled in mid-air, its body filled with shining arrows; Blood Dragon Knight Duncan’s helmet flew off, and an arrow was lodged in his face. Enraged, he commanded the stumbling zombie dragon to charge toward the expedition general.
This was the only aerial force!
The Everlasting Chosen Marus gripped the hilt of his sword. Fortunately, at the cost of his headache, he foresaw that the zombie dragon did not die.
Only then did the Everlasting Chosen Marus mount his armored warhorse and blow the retreat signal, leaving the expedition general with a glimpse of his back.
The face behind the expedition general’s visor dripped with cold sweat: “Ha! He scared him away!”
The nearby guards cheered loudly.
The “Chaos Swords,” among the demon knights who believed in the Blood God, possessed the most precious quality—discipline. They were seasoned veterans trained by the Demon King Kima, known for their cruel tactics that instilled fear even in the killer-demon knights.
The Everlasting Chosen Marus sounded the special brass whistle, and the sharp whistle cut through the battlefield. Almost all demon knights, who relished in bloodshed, sheathed their swords, lances, and crescent blades, their helmets buzzing.
Driving their warhorses, they trampled over corpses, moved through the hound pack, and surrounded the Everlasting Chosen Marus.
Only a bit more than fifty riders remained, but when gathered, they were as solid as iron, like the tip of a sword, unshakeable. Even after penetrating deep into enemy lines, they still roamed leisurely, cutting their way back out.
A cold gaze pierced through the thin mist and black smoke, landing on this group of “Chaos Swords,” focusing on the rider’s raised battle flag, its color resembling a shroud with a symbol drawn in black blood.
Kima’s eyes turned colder. She had forged the “Chaos Swords” with her own hands and cherished this sword deeply. During battles, she would usually hide in the rear of her troops, conserving energy and protecting it, fearing even the slightest damage to the blade. Only when it was crucial would she unleash them to secure victory.
Now she just wanted to stomp this sword under her feet, using all her strength to break it.
Below them, the “Chaos Swords,” led by the Everlasting Chosen Marus, followed closely. The lead position was originally that of the demon king Kima.
They moved straight toward the thousands of demon warriors. They were the backbone of the Everlasting Chosen’s army, the terrifying heavy infantry of the demon race. As they advanced, nearly no one could stop them.
George had merely taken advantage of the demonized giant separating from the main force to steal one and had no intention of pursuing the other.
The “Chaos Swords” surged through the chaotic battlefield, and no one could block their advance.
Winged knights swarmed in, trying to encircle the “Chaos Swords.” But under the leadership of the Everlasting Chosen Marus, they navigated effortlessly through the swarms of winged knights, slipping past them and easily breaching weak points.
In contrast, among the encircling winged knights, half of them were searching for the “Chaos Swords.” Even if they had just brushed past them, with only a few dozen meters apart, they failed to notice.
The remaining thirty percent, while surrounding the “Chaos Swords,” obstructed each other.
Kima felt her blood pressure rising.
But she also knew that such confusion on the battlefield was unavoidable: everything was chaotic, visibility short, directions uncertain, and commands difficult to issue.
In other words, fighting was like pulling a trigger. Once the trigger was pulled, the arrow flew, leaving you unable to control it.
When ordered to attack, the cavalry charged out; you could only determine the timing and general direction of their attack, after which you had essentially lost control over them, and everything relied on the cavalry officer’s judgment.
Kima was no different. Previously, she had deceived the winged knights on both flanks into engaging the demonized war hounds, driving them away, and then circling to block the “Chaos Swords.”
Unfortunately, she could only deceive without having command. Once the deception ended, she had to watch the performance of each cavalry officer. Otherwise, she could have pulled in a large group of winged knights and ignored the substantial mass of demon warriors, waiting for the “Chaos Swords” to emerge and charge directly in.
But she had little time to regret.
The Everlasting Chosen Marus led the “Chaos Swords,” personally blasting apart a few brave winged knights and quickly breaking out of the encirclement, charging toward a small hill.
Not far from them, they saw a mass of demon warriors, flags raised high, walking slowly yet steadily under the countless cavalry’s attack.
The deputy of the “Chaos Swords” raised the battle flag and cheered loudly, galloping with a large group of furious winged knights and various cavalry behind them.
High in the air, Kima snorted coldly:
“Useless! Celebrating too early. George, the time has come, hurry up!”
George burst forth with glowing wings, wielding the holy sword and carrying the temple banner, diving down, surrounded by white light like an angel descending from heaven. In that moment, he became the brightest star in the lead-gray sky, as naturally, Saint Jenna shone light upon George from the ground, protecting him.
The “Chaos Swords” reveling in battle let out bloodthirsty laughter, thinking, what could this descending bird-man possibly do to stop the “Chaos Swords” and the Everlasting Chosen?
But the Everlasting Chosen Marus, whose head throbbed like it was on fire, remained silent.
The deputy of the “Chaos Swords” even wanted to ask the Lord of Deceit, who could stop the Chaos Sword at this moment?
Kima, from the high sky, hurled down the “Branch Axe Spear.” The Branch Axe Spear shot down at an angle, burying itself just before the tip of the “Chaos Swords.”
A few seconds later, apart from the Everlasting Chosen Marus, everyone else present, who nobody could have expected, appeared before the “Chaos Swords.”
“I’ll kill you!”
Accompanied by a furious roar, black smoke coalesced into a tall figure, a bald man nearly two and a half meters tall. His face was covered in scars and ripped lips. He appeared behind the Branch Axe Spear, drawing it forth.
It was the former master of the “Chaos Swords,” the Demon King Kima.
The Demon King Kima gripped the Branch Axe Spear tightly, its axe blade crackling with excitement, revealing its “sharp-toothed tongue.” The Branch Axe Spear, sensing the aura of this former Chosen of the Blood God, unexpectedly made a sound:
“I like you so much!!! Finally freed me from that woman! Kill! Hurry and kill! Kill!”
At that moment.
Kima hovered in the high sky, becoming an arcane conductor, motionless. The magical winds howled like a hurricane, pouring a massive amount of magical power into Kima, who in turn infused it into Demon King Kima, making him grow larger and stronger, temporarily regaining the strength he possessed in life.
His weapon also grew in size, and behind him sprouted a pair of tattered fire wings.
“Come!”
Demon King Kima roared in fury. The bones of the corpses around him trembled violently, bursting forth from their bodies and flying toward Demon King Kima, attaching to his black armor, forming a suit of white bone armor.
The Everlasting Chosen Marus, seething with rage, rarely having been defeated before, remembered the lesson the Demon King Kima had taught him. Using brute force and his army, he had killed and crushed the other demon kings, but it was only Demon King Kima whom he had to kill through the schemes of the Lord of Deceit.
Now, the succubus, who had been cowardly hiding in the sky, dared to summon the opponent who had once defeated him, desecrating his corpse to use him as cannon fodder to block the “Chaos Swords,” just to protect her man.
In an instant, the Everlasting Chosen Marus disregarded the overheating problem from foreseeing the future and ignored the best choice for the future.
With his sword pointed at Demon King Kima, the Everlasting Chosen Marus vowed to smash him into pieces and give him a dignified death, completely freeing himself from the succubus’s control.
Demon King Kima did not back down, charging straight at the Everlasting Chosen Marus with the large-scale Branch Axe Spear, his face filled with rage, his mouth wide open, unleashing a roar that could strike fear into dragons, shaking even the small stones on the ground.
The Everlasting Chosen Marus’s previously parched tear ducts moistened slightly.
In that battle cry, he recognized the heroic spirit of Demon King Kima, who had not succumbed to the corruption of women in life. Presumably, this king, who was humiliated and killed in his bedroom, had always longed for a glorious death?
This obsession was so strong that even if his soul was bound, it could still be conveyed through his war cry. His mouth still muttered incomprehensible words.
Demon King Kima: “F*ck you! F*ck your…
Driven by this obsession, perhaps he recovered a bit of his senses.
“Very well, I shall grant you a glorious death.”
The Everlasting Chosen Marus unleashed all his power, the crown of teeth floating above his helmet darkened, and with a single sword strike, he swung toward Demon King Kima.
