Chapter 205 The Beginning of the World-Destroying War (Part Two in One)
Under the feet of the Eternal Chosen, thousands of shattered ice pieces fell to the ground, scattering against that low ice wall.
In the eyes of the Eternal Chosen Marus, the shattered ice beneath his feet resembled cookie crumbs dropping from his mouth, smashing down on the ants below.
But to the Order Coalition below, it felt like the world was collapsing.
The shattered ice was as large as hills, easily shattering the fifteen-meter-high ice wall, the shockwave lifting snow and ice toward everyone. Some soldiers were buried alive under the ice and snow.
Countless fearful eyes gazed up at the Eternal Chosen in the sky. Beneath the wings of his loyal mount, the canyon-sized ice crevice highlighted his prowess, against the backdrop of the sky behind him.
The erupting volcanoes spewed ash straight into the clouds, the blizzard halted, and the sky was dyed black and red, with blue lightning dancing within.
Although the volcanic eruptions and glacier splits did not cause many casualties to the Order Coalition, the Eternal Chosen Marus believed he had severely wounded the intangible body of the mortals’ army.
This was something he had learned from Demon Lord Kima.
Many times, it was not necessary to slay the physical army but to kill its intangible body to achieve victory.
The Order Coalition, filled with fear or in total chaos, watched as their battle flags fell to the ground, no one raising them. A Sigma battle priest even knelt down, looking up at the Eternal Chosen, hysterically shouting:
“Judgment Day! Judgment Day! The end is here!”
The battle priests had always been good at boosting morale in the Imperial Army.
Countless soldiers were paralyzed with fear, unable to move.
At that moment.
Countless demons, ravenous, surged forth from the ice crevices, eager to fill their “stomachs” with slaughter.
The morale of the army wavered.
Very few could regain their composure amidst this astonishing power; all who could think couldn’t help but wonder.
Since the Eternal Chosen Marus could trigger volcanic eruptions, halt blizzards, and split glaciers, did that mean he only had to point his sword at the Order Coalition, and in the next moment, the volcanoes would erupt beneath their feet, annihilating the entire army?
“In the name of Sigma!”
A griffon named Death’s Claw, carrying the Emperor of the Empire, flew to the dangerous front line, soaring over the heads of the soldiers.
The Emperor held the Sigma Warhammer, which emitted a golden light, dazzling and as if Sigma had manifested, the golden glow piercing through the ice fog, inspiring the Empire’s soldiers.
They all raised their hands, pointing at the glowing hammer in the Emperor’s hand, shouting:
“Sigma has manifested!”
“In the name of Sigma, take down these chaotic bastards!”
The Emperor only hoped that Sigma had a magnanimous heart and wouldn’t begrudge him for a little trick he pulled on the Sigma Warhammer—he had the light mages inscribe a rune that emitted golden light on it.
“Once, beyond this cold land, within the Empire’s borders, Sigma himself destroyed the Eternal Chosen.”
“A thousand years ago, on this cold land, a devotee wielding the Sigma Warhammer smashed the Eternal Chosen here, in the land of warriors.”
“Today, we stand here! Soldiers, think of your Empire behind you! Think of your homeland! Think of your beloved wives! Your children!”
“For the Empire! For Sigma!”
The Emperor’s voice was loud, even momentarily overpowering the thunderous noise of the volcanic eruptions; most of the soldiers on the front lines heard him, and together they shouted: “For the Empire! For Sigma!”
The Imperial soldiers grew courageous, feeling a sense of glory.
Wasn’t it just the Eternal Chosen?
Merely someone who could erupt volcanoes.
Wasn’t it Sigma who had once smashed the Eternal Chosen, crowned, to pieces?
Hadn’t the devotee also taken down an Eternal Chosen?
After two thousand years of ups and downs, no matter what terrifying disasters the Empire had faced, it had survived. What was there to fear this time?
The soldiers cheered, letting out war cries, calling out the Emperor’s name.
“Deceitful Emperor.” The Eternal Chosen Marus glanced disdainfully at him, “He dares to come so close to me; Mawo and I will kill him.”
Before he finished speaking, a blood shadow rushed past him.
The blood dragon knight Duncan rode a zombie dragon, charging toward the Emperor with extreme speed, challenging him, shouting:
“Son of Sigma! My lance longs to drink your blood!”
“Then good.” The Eternal Chosen Marus shifted his focus back to the current strongest mage—Teddy, riding on an arcane phoenix.
The Eternal Chosen Marus pointed his sword at Teddy, commanding, “Help me kill him, eliminate this chaotic enemy.”
The black dragon Mawo immediately lunged at Teddy, who was chanting incantations, unleashing violent magic—aiming to bury the demon’s vanguard in ice.
Glaciers shattered, turning into countless pieces of ice, beginning to collapse.
“The wall has fallen! It’s collapsing!”
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In the distant East.
“The Long Wall has collapsed! It’s falling!”
Amidst the screams of the Aurora Border troops.
A wall, hundreds of meters high, as spectacular as a wonder, crumbled like a mudslide. Among the mud and sand, countless stones fell amidst the dust.
Demon warriors stood on the magic disk, flying out from the dust, with countless floating magical sharks passing by them.
The remaining Sky Ship army was engaged in fierce combat with the world-destroying army advancing southward.
A sky ship resembling a lantern was firing tongues of flame at the chaotic armies both in the air and on the ground.
Dozens of blue energy arrows, constantly shifting direction in the air, blasted the resisting sky ship into pieces.
The Herald of the Master of Deception, the reincarnated Weaver, flapped his blue wings and materialized in the air. He looked at the caught-off-guard Aurora defenders, and with a smile foresaw the future, saying:
“Pitiful mortals, I have seen victory; this is part of my master’s grand scheme.”
Both strategically and tactically, the timing of this battle was impeccable.
The Aurora Empire was currently beset with internal and external strife; the previous emperor indulged himself, wreaking havoc across the world, having died not long ago, posthumously titled “Spirit,” known as the Spirit Emperor.
Through the efforts of the Master of Deception’s underground cult, the newly crowned young emperor was now shackled by twelve eunuchs, misgoverning the realm, compounded by frequent natural disasters, plunging the world into chaos.
Beneath the Weaver, a large group of Aurora-themed beastmen surged forth from the gap in the Long Wall.
The remaining border troops charged: “Kill the monsters!”
But they quickly found themselves overwhelmed in the midst of the “monster” crowd.
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The Dark Prince, the Lord of Pleasure, the legendary great demon Nakari swung her four upper limbs, two hands wielding sharp blades, the remaining two were elegant… lobster pincers and tentacles.
The surrounding elves, enraptured by Nakari’s figure, were all cut in half, the severed bodies and the remaining bodies maintaining a perfect golden ratio of 0.618.
The high elf guards roared, thrusting their spears toward her.
Her sturdy, muscular goat legs bent slightly, the pink suspender stockings taut, highlighting her beautiful muscle curves.
In the hearts of the high elf guards, all past pleasures associated with long-legged stockings surged back, overwhelming them; in a daze, one head fell, and before dying, they beheld Nakari leaping into the sky, her graceful figure akin to a dance.
Nakari gently descended, her cheeks flushed, glancing around only to see a heap of high elf corpses, their armor pristine white and blue, untouched by dust, presenting a certain grace amidst the pool of bright red blood.
But it wasn’t enough, this was still not enough; so few had died, not a single one bore the bloodline of Ainario.
That damned high elf, she swore to eliminate all his descendants.
At that moment, a pudgy high elf guard, by their standards, ran over from afar, with several arrows sticking out of him. Upon seeing Nakari, he teared up, saying, “Dear, it’s me, I opened the city gates.”
The sirens of demise, the Lord of Pleasure’s women, surged in from behind Nakari, long tongues flicking out like snakes.
Nakari elegantly walked towards him, her four breasts jiggling in sync.
The pudgy high elf guard nervously approached Nakari, raising both hands, yearning for a hug.
“What a good child, you deserve a proper reward.” Nakari bent her goat legs, set down her weapons, and embraced the pudgy high elf traitor with her hands, tentacles, and lobster pincers, four breasts lovingly smothering his face.
The pudgy high elf traitor fell asleep among the four breasts, like a child.
With Nakari, countless women of the Lord of Pleasure surged into the fortress on the verge of falling…
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The flames of the World-Destroying War have engulfed the entire world.
On a continent far from the Old World, filled with tropical rainforests.
In the ancient tropical rainforest, flames ravaged.
Under a dead tree adorned with chains of ratfolk corpses, lizardmen rode cold lizards, battling armored demon knights, with layers of corpses accumulating on the ground.
Behind the lizard warriors, an ancient temple city burned.
And even further north.
It was a cold and barren land.
The king of dark elves, also known as the Sorcerer King, wrapped in black armor, with red eyes glowing brightly, looked ahead at the countless northern men and demon armies coming from the north.
The Sorcerer King was older than the Empire; he was the son of the first elven king and had witnessed wave after wave of world-destroying armies, personally annihilating them. He was a legend himself.
He stroked the steel ring on his finger, a cold snort escaping beneath his golden mask:
“All troops retreat.”
Having said that, the Dark Elf king elegantly turned, his black and red robe swirling behind him as he strode to his black dragon steed, leaving a refined silhouette for the world-destroying army.
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In two months.
George experienced an even greater humiliation.
The Order Coalition fought for two days and nights, suffering heavy losses; the Emperor lay unconscious, the army nearly collapsed, but fortunately, the female Tsarina Catherine steadied the situation.
The coalition had to retreat to Praggleer, but how could the world-destroying army let them go?
They melted ice to forge city walls, pursuing the retreating coalition.
The coalition shifted from retreating to being completely routed, crammed together on Praggle Bridge, managing to restore order with great difficulty, but wasting precious retreat time.
The leader of the Sigma Church, Walkmar, stood firmly on Praggle Bridge with four battle priests and his war altar, blocking the world-destroying army, stalling for half a day to buy valuable time for the retreat.
But in the end, he still died, with no miracle occurring.
The Eternal Chosen Marus personally split Walkmar in half, as a mark of respect.
This man, born with every hair on his chest dedicated to opposing the Four Dark Gods, was dead.
And Teddy had gone missing; it was certain to all that he had been defeated by the Eternal Chosen.
If even the legendary mage Teddy had fallen, who else could stop the world-destroying army?
Next came the fall of Praggleer; Lady Kisliv, in that cursed city, bled out, succumbing to unparalleled violence.
George did not witness the fall of Praggleer, as he had been seriously injured in battle, remaining unconscious and unable to awaken.
No one could kill the Eternal Chosen Marus, and his army was endless, with demons, northern men, and devils continuously joining him from the wasteland, ravaging the southern lands.
When George finally awoke and learned all this, his face grew pale; at the same time, he received another piece of news from Jenna.
Eve Frostleaf was missing, nowhere to be found.
George was quite worried, but he couldn’t spare the time to search for her; his duties wouldn’t allow it.
Because the coalition had received an exceptionally secretive message from several high-value captives.
“Fake?”
“Yes, it was extracted from the captive you personally captured.” Jenna said, “After verification, it’s true; a piece of the Eternal Chosen Marus’ crown is fake.”
“Fake?” George’s lips trembled, “Should I go find Kima?”
Jenna fell silent.
“Jenna?”
“George, have you always wanted to find Kima?”
“Why do you say that?”
Jenna shook her head, saying:
“We haven’t figured out a way to shatter the fake crown pieces, yet you… why do you still think of her after her betrayal?”
George raised his hand; he looked at his hand, which had once caressed Kima’s tail, and clenched his fist tightly, as if to sever the illusionary tail.
“I… only want to judge her now, to ask her… why.”
Jenna looked at George, gripping his hand, saying: “Forget her; don’t let your desire for revenge cloud your judgment.”
“I believe, fakes cannot become true; what is real is real.” George said: “If we obtain the genuine crown pieces, we will absolutely find a way to eliminate the fake crown, just as lies must collapse in the face of truth.”
Jenna’s green eyes met George’s blue ones, asking:
“Tell me, do you want to see Kima more, or to retrieve the crown pieces more?”
George did not answer but kissed Jenna.
Behind him, the soul wound split open, and blood slid down his back.
Three days later.
George and Jenna, pressed for time, found the imprisoned Litith, using her blood, with the help of mages, to conduct a ritual.
The entire ritual went surprisingly smoothly.
What no one knew was that the entire ritual process was captured through the eyes of the blue-feathered raven…
With a burst of blue light, George traversed the time tunnel but encountered an unexpected mishap; some cunning force misled him, guiding him and Litith into the torrent of the tunnel.
He lost consciousness; when he lifted his heavy eyelids again.
He saw the white-haired red-eyed Litith sitting diagonally across from him, tightly shackled by iron chains, her armor completely gone.
Litith smiled at him, “Hey, you’re finally awake.”
George realized he could not unleash his abilities at the moment, forcing him to turn his head and look around.
They were sitting in an open cart.
His own hands and feet were shackled, next to him sat a small male who had been crying the whole time.
“Where is this?”
Litith said: “Welcome to my stinking hometown.”
“Oh, the little lord finally woke up.” A female soldier on horseback approached, shamelessly pinching George’s face, her eyes filled with undisguised desire, speaking words George did not understand:
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, definitely a male knight from some noble family, really beautiful. Heh heh heh, no matter how noble you are, you should entertain us sisters; a male knight goes out just to get laid, you lecherous boy.”
After teasing George, the female soldier took out a piece of paper, slapped it onto George’s face, and left saying something he didn’t understand.
“What did she say?” George asked coldly, as a dirty mark appeared on his face, adding an intriguing charm.
Litith swallowed: “She said when they captured you, this paper was stuck on your face.”
George glanced at the paper, which was scrawled with Kima’s wicked handwriting:
“Fool! If you see this paper, it means you’ve definitely stepped into my trap. Did you really think I had no backup? Hehe, If you have the guts, continue to chase after me; are you feeling frisky, you naughty boy?”
Next to it, there was a crude drawing of a face, vaguely resembling Kima’s, with the face sticking out its tongue and making a silly expression.
George’s fists hardened, and he crumpled the paper into a ball. In a fit of rage, his magic surged through, effortlessly manipulating light, obtaining a 360° field of vision.
In his fury, he accidentally broke the chains connecting his shackles.
The female soldier on horseback came over: “What’s wrong? Still trying to struggle? Just let yourself be taken for auction.”
George calmly reconnected the wayward chains, asking: “Litith, what did she say?”
“She said they plan to sell us.”
“Sell?” George asked, “Is there a slave market here?”
“Similar to the shattered Shalin City you just destroyed.” Litith replied, “I miss the life in Shalin City.”
“I understand.”
“Then quickly kill them.” Litith said: “I’ve finally been waiting for you to wake up.”
“No.” George replied: “This is the best opportunity to eradicate evil.”
Litith sighed.
The mounted female soldier asked warily: “What are you two talking about?”
Litith said: “He’s a paladin and wants to find a way to reform you, redeem you, and lead you towards the right path, so you won’t do evil.”
The mounted female soldier laughed heartily, saying: “A male paladin, tsk tsk tsk, let’s see how long you can hold out in our deep holes.”
Two days later.
Due to its high value.
George did not lose himself but was forced to ingest aphrodisiac and fatigue potions, with a neck ring fastened around him, draped in thin gauze, wearing only tight pants, locked in a runic birdcage.
The auctioneer pulled away the cloth covering the cage.
“This auction’s grand finale, a top-tier handsome man! A male princess paladin from a foreign land, with a seductive and enchanting figure, radiating holiness… Look at the armor here, it was what he wore when we captured him.”
The noblewomen seated in the boxes grew excited upon seeing George, some even eagerly calling out bids.
“Look at his proud face and tall body, I want to trample him underfoot.”
“Hehe, seeing how buff he is, you might just crash, how can you be so excited?”
“Hehe, I see you’re blushing.”
That group of noblewomen, carrying longswords and dressed in luxurious clothing, pointed and commented on George’s skin, height, Adam’s apple, and muscular curves, naturally not forgetting his legs.
George frowned, lifting his head to gaze into the empty distance.
Once, when Kima had been auctioned in Shalin City, it had to be a hundred times worse than his current situation.
This was her well-deserved karma; she had sheltered Shalin City, supporting the good master to provide her with maids in a slave system.
George then recalled the moment he discovered Demon Lord Kima’s treasury, when he decided to use the treasures to rebuild Shalin City.
Kima had looked anxious and angry.
Originally thinking Kima was merely greedy, now he realized that it was her life’s savings; she had done wrong for a lifetime but had to watch as he extorted wealth acquired through her wrongful deeds to do good.
George couldn’t help but smile, his resentment towards Kima gradually fading.
“Look, he’s so sad when he smiles, so beautiful.” The male auctioneer shouted hoarsely, promoting George: “He must be thinking about his fiancée back home. Does everyone have the confidence to conquer him and make him forget his fiancée? The silver lines we provide will be a helpful ally in conquering the male knight…
“Starting bid at two thousand gold coins, raising by five hundred coins each time!”
“Seven thousand coins!”
“Ten thousand! I’ll even throw in the deeds to Layu Village.”
“Thirteen thousand, plus the bridge over my river.”
The nobles and merchants’ frenzy made the male auctioneer wish he could jump up directly; he covered his mouth, giggling.
George snapped back from his recollection, raising both hands, his shackles breaking and falling to the ground.
George reached out, grabbing the two iron bars of the birdcage and yanked hard; the bars bent enough for him to sidestep out, but with one more exertion, he tore open a large hole.
The noblewomen and merchants gasped in shock.
The male auctioneer was still oblivious, continuing to encourage prices like a third-rate salesperson.
George shouted loudly, “Face judgement! Criminals!”
As soon as he spoke, the armor set aside for him flew up, the chest and back pieces fitting onto him, the helmet landing on his head.
The female soldiers in charge of guard rushed forward with long spears, long swords, and clubs, as a woman in a feathered hat shouted:
“Don’t harm him! Quickly use magic!”
The female mage raised her hand, unleashing a lightning bolt from her palm, only igniting a tiny spark on George.
George ripped off his helmet, his expression turning cold: “The judgment begins.”
In his eyes, all those around him radiated with a red evil aura. He could initially discern the crimes committed by each of them from this aura, and based on the evidence he had gathered in these few days, he could impose judgments and was even more powerful against them.
Several spears crackling with lightning jabbed at George, who charged into the crowd of soldiers, delivering sweeping punches that broke bodies into pieces, even causing one corpse to smash through the ceiling.
The nobles and merchants in the box screamed as they were protected by guards, retreating.
But George leaped up, spanning twenty meters in a bound, landing on the eight-meter-high box.
The woman in the feathered hat fell to the ground in fear.
“Kidnapping, trading, capturing, and killing slaves, a total of over a thousand deaths, to be executed immediately.” George swung the sword he had seized, slashing down.
In that instant, the female mage she supported unleashed her magic.
A transparent semicircular force field barrier blocked George’s sword, which ordinary weapons could not penetrate.
Simultaneously, various spells triggered on the woman in the feathered hat: Stone Skin, Shield, Teleportation, Invisibility…
The woman in the feathered hat suddenly vanished from her spot.
The barrier shattered, as the sword’s wielder was George.
He struck the woman in the hat with his sword; though it was an ordinary sword, he was George.
He was not affected by the Stone Skin, Shield, Teleportation, or Invisibility due to being George.
So when the woman in the feathered hat was stabbed in the head, it felt as though she had taken a 12.7mm bullet to the forehead, her head exploding entirely.
Half a second later, the nearby diligent female mage also had her head cleaved in half, liberated from academia altogether.
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