At the edge of the battlefield, at the bottom of the deep crater left by [ Divine Wings ]'s self-destruction.
Fresh blood was slowly flowing down the pit wall, along with a large amount of bits of flesh and bone.
These liquids, containing lumps, gathered at the bottom of the pit, slowly combining to gradually form a humanoid body.
"Huff, huff."
Wens opened his eyes, feeling that he had had the worst luck of the day.
Under the influence of the previous [ Dream of Rebirth ], he had become sufficiently insane and unscrupulous.
But [ Divine Wings ]'s madness and decisiveness were clearly superior to his.
The decisive self-destruction left Wens with almost no time to react. He watched as the dwarf Bianchi turned to ashes, beyond any hope of saving him.
Although he was a little far from the center of the self-destruction, he was still instantly blasted into a lump of mangled flesh.
The minced body tissues floated and scattered, only to be thrown back into the Blood Pool below before they could even fall in.
A large amount of blood evaporated instantly, but fortunately, Wens always kept the center of the Blood Pool directly below him, which gave him a moment to catch his breath.
Even so, the losses today are already significant.
Although he may not look much different on the outside, he has suffered considerable damage inside.
Should we retreat?
Or should we fight to the bitter end?
He was very hesitant.
Wens was not happy in the Demon Realm.
Although the three lineages of grand dukes had signed blood pacts, it did not prevent them from using other means to openly and covertly compete for power.
York's lineage is the weakest, needless to say.
Rosalind, as she has for the past millennia, will suppress him whenever she has the chance.
Left with no other choice, Wens began to build up his strength.
He turned his army of Blood Corpse towards the countless underground caves of the Demon Realm, which had been dug out over hundreds and thousands of years by various extinct underground demon races.
There was nothing to eat underground, so Rosalind didn't care.
However, Wens has a stronger ability to absorb nutrients and life force, which is why he was able to support his vampire army even when resources on the ground were scarce.
At the same time, because of the cumulative effect, Wens's strength is not as weak as it seems.
Although his legion was only half the size of Rosalind's legion, it included a large number of demon soldiers, and their individual combat skills were superior to those of Rosalind's legion.
Persistence doesn't guarantee victory.
Choosing to retreat might mean there will be other opportunities later.
No, that's not how it works.
Wens seemed to understand something in a daze:
Vanessa took York away.
The skeletons took Rosalind away.
Two of the three major lineages of the Demon Realm are gone, and it seems that it's time for me to reign supreme.
But is that really the case?
Although the three major lineages are rife with internal conflicts, it is precisely because of these three lineages that they have been able to protect the Demon Realm as their last refuge.
Now I'm all alone. If I choose to retreat today...
Then all that awaits them is a slow death.
This is the last chance.
And if he wins today's victory, the Demon Realm will no longer be his constraint.
I have been trapped on this land long enough.
If we fail to win this battle, then so be it if we die.
Rosalind can die, those skeletons can die, so why can't I die?
Lose and you die, it's that simple.
Wens rose from the blood, his naked body quickly becoming entangled in it, forming a crimson robe.
Come on, let's see what other tricks he has up his sleeve!
A figure appeared before him, seemingly even taller than the troll Lombardi under his command.
Who is this?
Blood clung to Wens's body, ready to transform into weapons or armor at any moment.
The next moment, the figure was finally outlined, and Wens' expression suddenly froze—
This is... an alchemical golem?
It's somewhat similar, but also seems different. The joints are very realistic, and the movements are very flexible. There must be a driver inside.
Wens had never seen such a creation before. Could it be that he had been trapped in the Demon Realm for too long, and that weapons in the outside world had developed to this extent?
Just as he was pondering a solution, the humanoid object, resembling an alchemical golem, raised one hand.
A cold, bluish light gathered in the golem's palm, and in the blink of an eye, it was ready to strike.
Wens raised his hands, creating a blood-red curtain. The beam of light collided with the blood curtain, instantly freezing it.
The golem's hand had just fallen when Wens shattered the ice wall and burst out, crashing directly into the golem.
Such a close distance has already met the conditions for activating Wens' ability!
Drain!
Wens roared inwardly, his entire body starting to operate at full speed like a blood pump.
However, his expression changed the next moment.
There was no life force entering the body at all.
Wens isn't capable of falsifying accounts; if something doesn't exist, it simply doesn't exist.
How is that possible?
He could even draw life force from that crystal cluster longsword, so how could this guy in front of him...?
ah!
Wens suddenly realized something, and to verify his guess, he ripped off the mask of the enemy, which was about the size of a troll.
As expected, it was completely empty.
How could they achieve this without a driver, relying solely on Psionic Energy?
Wens wasn't unfamiliar with alchemical golems; before the Demonic Tide, mages in this world had a strong preference for them.
It can operate automatically once infused with Psionic Energy, and can also be used as a guard, automatically triggering when an intruder is detected.
However, those alchemical golems were not only clumsy and crude, but their movements were also very simple. The things they could do automatically were purely physical labor, and they couldn't do them well if there was even the slightest bit of complexity.
But what exactly is this thing in front of me?
Before Wens could think further, the alchemical golem, which was even larger than him, had already turned around and hugged him tightly.
Wens was terrified. He turned around and saw that the shapes of three more alchemical golems were being outlined in the air.
Moreover, the three newly arrived alchemical golems all looked different. One of them had a large number of Psionic Energy Circuit on its surface and was still flashing with light, so its power should not be underestimated.
The remaining two were quite different. One was large and burly, with a thick shell resembling that of a dwarf, while the other had long limbs and appeared very agile.
Wens sensed a large amount of Psionic Energy gathering, and a blood tornado rose up without wind, piercing directly into Wens ' body.
With a sufficient supply of life force, Wens ' strength also increased significantly.
Before the three new golems could unleash their combined fire, he desperately broke free from the alchemical golem that was holding him, allowing the three beams of light to strike the first golem.
The expected explosion did not occur. After being hit by the three Psionic Energy attacks, the golem showed no signs of disintegration. Instead, it emitted a dazzling light and appeared even more vibrant than before.
It was like... like I had connected to a blood tornado.
Wens's pupils twitched almost imperceptibly, and his mind inevitably began to wander—
Who is this expert?
Did I offend anyone?