A warm breeze blew in from the distant horizon, crossing mountains and plains, finally reaching a desolate and frigid region.
Upon arriving here, the once warm and gentle Qingfeng, as if stained with a layer of black light by demonized beasts, became chillingly cold, like a knife cutting into one's skin.
Click! Click!
A series of crisp, cracking sounds echoed as a group of scattered undead skeletons wandered aimlessly in a certain direction. As they approached something, seemingly influenced by an invisible force, the faint, eerie white flames in their eye sockets suddenly burst into flames. White light poured down like water, as if covering the earth with a layer of white frost, a bone-chilling cold permeating the entire land.
Phew~!!
The cry of an eagle, capable of piercing gold and splitting rocks, echoed across the sky. A demonic eagle, having strayed into this territory, cried out mournfully, its broad wings flapping wildly, its feathers falling like snowflakes, but to no avail.
The eagle's talons and sharp beak, which used to be invincible in hunting prey, were now powerless. It could only tear off pieces of flesh and blood amidst its mournful cries of death, eventually transforming into a giant eagle of the dead, which flew aimlessly toward the towering, dark mountain in the distance.
The giant eagle spread its wings, and the flames of the dead surged violently with the strong wind. Its body grew larger and larger, expanding rapidly like a balloon, casting a huge shadow on the earth.
It swept past countless armies of the undead and finally arrived at the mountain completely shrouded in darkness. With a deafening roar, the mountain shattered, countless darknesses exploded, and the aura of the undead surged out in an overwhelming torrent. An arm covered in thick fur grabbed the giant eagle in its palm and then thrust it into the gaping maw that had just opened, as Abyss.
'Roar~!!'
A deafening roar resounded between heaven and earth. The colossal beast, standing tens of thousands of meters tall, stretched its body, and countless undead shed from its body like fleas, gathering into a chilling sea of skeletons.
Thump~ thump~!!
The Behemoth shifted its stance, its crimson eyes, like two blood moons, gazing in a certain direction.
"As expected of the old local tyrant who has been entrenched here for tens of thousands of years, this area has been completely permeated by its necromantic energy, hasn't it? It didn't give us any chance to launch a sneak attack..." Blood light exploded like fireworks, transforming into the figure of the Grand Elder, who gripped the Slaughter Scythe in one hand and clicked his tongue in disapproval.
Logo appeared from the other side without saying a word, only the Nirvana Tower pendant on his chest shot into the sky, flames surging in all directions like a sea.
In this sea of flames, the Nirvana Tower swelled with the wind, transforming into a towering structure thousands of meters high, its silver veins writhing to reveal a dark, swirling entrance.
First, a golden sparrow-like bird with some mechanical structures on its body poked its head out, tilting it as if surveying its surroundings. Then, led by this Golden Sparrow, hundreds of millions of Golden Sparrow, like an unstoppable flood after a dam has collapsed, swarmed out. Because of their sheer number, from a distance, they looked like a golden pillar standing in the sky, a truly magnificent sight.
After leaving the Nirvana Tower, these Golden Sparrow immediately and ferociously attacked the undead army on the ground. Their sharp beaks, like armor-piercing bullets, easily pierced through the bodies of the undead. Their bodies, modified by mechanical implantation, could even shoot out pale golden energy rays with extremely strong penetrating power. As a flock of Golden Sparrow swept past, the ground looked as if it had been bombarded by a dense swarm of drones, with bone fragments and faint, dying soul flames everywhere.
However, there are also some powerful undead that can take action, and individual Golden Sparrow often cannot defeat them. But when this happens, groups of Golden Sparrow will temporarily combine.
Their golden feathers will automatically fold and change, interlocking to transform into large raptors dozens or even hundreds of times stronger individually, tearing apart the powerful undead that stubbornly resist.
Capable of group attacks and merging, the Golden Sparrow sparrows, after being modified by Logo time and again, have become increasingly ferocious and terrifying in combat. Their appearance not only caused the Behemoth to roar in anger, but also made the other Demigod turn their heads. Looking at the Endless flock of Golden Sparrow sparrows, they felt a chill in their hearts and secretly imagined what would happen to them if they fell into the midst of these brutal golden sparrows.
I'm afraid even leaving a complete corpse would be difficult.
In addition to the flock of Golden Sparrow, Logo also released 20,000 Nirvana Legion, mainly composed of Wings of the Firmament and Space-Rending Knight, primarily responsible for providing mid-to-long-range fire support. In particular, the Wings of the Firmament have exceptionally fierce firepower, and if there are enough of them, even Demigod would find it difficult to withstand their relentless bombardment.
While Logo was releasing the flock of Golden Sparrow and the Nirvana Legion, the Grand Elder and eight other Demigod, including the Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow, had already engaged in battle with the Behemoth had transformed into an undead beast.
'Slaughter and Judgment!'
The Grand Elder's eyes flashed with blood-red light, the light emanating from the corners of his eyes like splashing water droplets. His hair danced wildly behind his head, and his wide robes Scythe of Slaughter in the wind. With a bang, the scythe in his hand pierced through space, its blade expanding to several thousand meters long, emerging from the void and hooking onto the neck of the Behemoth. Then, the Grand Elder pulled hard.
Clang!
A crimson light crisscrossed, tearing the earth apart. Large swathes of surrounding mountains collapsed, leaving smooth, mirror-like cuts, demonstrating the terrifying damage inflicted by the Grand Elder's attack.
However, the Behemoth's body, having been honed over tens of thousands of years, had bones that were incredibly hard, and it managed to jam the blade of the Legend Demigod, the Slaughter War Scythe, rendering it immobile.
The elder's expression changed. A huge beast fist covered in long, thick black fur was rapidly enlarging in front of him, and the whistling wind echoed in his ears, as if he was about to be hit in the next moment.
However, at this point, the advantage of having a large number of people becomes apparent.
The White-Robed Knight, Jarvan, appeared behind the Grand Elder, his flowing white robes billowing in the wind. He spread his hands, releasing rings of black gravity from his palms, which, like a series of interlocking rings, Behemoth's arm.
The immense pressure slightly slowed down the Behemoth's initially unstoppable attack, and in that brief moment, the Grand Elder was able to subtly dodge and escape its attack range.
At the same time, the Wings of the Firmament behind the Nirvana Tower spread their wings of light, and the intense light converged, forming round and round blazing suns at noon, trailing long streams of fiery light and drawing beautifully curved parabolas, Behemoth devastating force.
Boom boom boom~!!
The explosions were deafening, and flames shot into the sky. The intense light and heat seemed to be the punishment of the god of light, dispelling the stagnant, chilling atmosphere that had lingered in this area for millennia. Countless undead were carried away by the shockwaves of the flames, and a continuous white mist rose from the ground, instantly obscuring everything.
'Darkness - Devouring Vortex!'
The grandmother and granddaughter of the Nitavie Family made their entrance with a powerful attack: two daggers clashed, countless blades surged forth, forming a vortex of blade storm that Behemoth.
The clanging and slashing sounds formed a fierce battle song. Qiya, who had just become Demigod, danced to the song. Her slender and supple waist swayed gently, and the battle scythe in her hand drew a perfect crimson Moon Blade with the rotation of her exquisite body.
'Slaughter - Dance of Fallen Slaying!'
If ' Dance of Execution ' is a wide-area annihilation skill, then Dance of Fallen Slaying is a single-target attack skill.
As Qiya moved, a crimson moon suddenly leaped from the horizon, and in the center of the moon, a God of Death phantom resembling Qiya extended its scythe of death.
Pfft!!
As the scythe slashed through the ground, a deep, unfathomable gash stretched for hundreds of kilometers. The Behemoth, bearing the brunt of the blow, let out a miserable roar.
If it were at its peak, under complete concentration, even if Qiya, who had only recently ascended to Demigod, unleashed this Dance of Fallen Slaying with all her might, she would never have been able to harm the High-Rank Demigod Behemoth with an exceptionally powerful physique.
However, the Behemoth is currently being held back by the Grand Elder and Jarvan, and is also being bombarded relentlessly by the Nirvana Legion from afar. It was also just enveloped by the Devouring Vortex, the ultimate move of Nittawi and her granddaughter, and the frenzied attacks of countless slashing blades have greatly weakened the Behemoth's physical defense.
So, under Qiya's attack, the neck, which had already been cut in half by the Grand Elder, snapped off with a crash, and the head, which was larger than many mountains, fell to the ground, creating a huge crater.
Despite the decapitation of their formidable foe, the Demigod present remained vigilant. After all, strictly speaking, undead creatures no longer possessed any real physical weaknesses, let alone High-Rank Demigod- level undead monster. Completely annihilating it was still a long way off.
As expected, as its head hit the ground, the Behemoth seemed to have suffered little injury, and pale flames suddenly rose from its body.
The flames had no heat whatsoever; instead, they were chilling, and a rolling cold current spread, causing frost to rise from the earth once more.
Not only that, the soul fire in the eye sockets of the Behemoth's head also rose again, roaring and charging towards Qiya. The Abyss maw covered with fangs suddenly opened, emitting invisible soul shocks.
With her current strength, Qiya absolutely cannot withstand the soul impact of High-Rank Demigod.
Just then, broad wings extended from the side, and the Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow appeared silently. Its eerie pupils met the head of the Behemoth, and after a silent collision, bursts of soul sparks erupted.
'Unwavering Will - Sky-Piercing and Earth-Shaking!'
Jedi warrior Tyrol makes his appearance, standing atop the head of the Behemoth. His body surges with intense willpower, carrying a large amount of natural elements, which condense into a sharp blade on Tyrol's fist.
Moreover, his strong willpower seemed to have broken free of the shackles that bound his body, and the sense of power that was about to burst forth was evident even to onlookers from Tailuoer's already flushed skin.
Boom!!
His fists slammed down like meteors falling to the ground, the powerful force spreading along his skull, slamming his head, which had just been lifted back into the air, back down to the ground. The pale white flame of his soul flickered precariously, as if it were about to be extinguished at any moment.
' Body of Ten Thousand Poisons!'
The Shadow Beneath the King, Chelsea, suddenly appeared. This old man actually tore off his right arm and threw it into the mouth of the Behemoth's head. Then he activated his ability, and with a loud bang, his right arm exploded, turning into extremely terrifying poison gas.
Purple, green, black... all sorts of poisonous mists emerged from various parts of the Behemoth's head. Some of the more potent soul poisons caused the already teetering soul flame to flicker a few more times before quietly extinguishing itself.
Without the Soul Flame, the Behemoth's head finally stopped moving.
Not only that, its body strength has also been greatly reduced. Although it can still move with earth-shattering force, it has lost much of its continuous power.
The Demigod seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.
Logo was in charge of controlling the Nirvana Tower, sealing off space to prevent the Behemoth from escaping, while also having the Nirvana Legion launch continuous long-range bombardments, hurling out miniature suns to Behemoth as much as possible.
The Grand Elder, Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow, Jarvan, and Tailuoer stood at the forefront, acting as the front line. The four sides cooperated with each other, and if any side was in trouble, the others would immediately provide support. They suffered some minor injuries, but no one was seriously injured.
Every so often, Qiya would unleash her accumulated ultimate attack. Her single-target attack ability was extremely strong, especially after being fully charged, which was comparable to the attack power of Mid-Rank Demigod, and thus played a significant role.
The most cunning of them all, Nittawi and her granddaughter, along with Chelsea, seized the opportunity to deliver the final blow. If we're talking about the Behemoth ' hatred for Logo and the others, these three elusive creatures are definitely among the top. They're infuriating! They shoot and run, always stabbing you in the heart—who could stand that?
The Behemoth roared incessantly to the sky, venting its rage as the overlord of the Golden Star, but ultimately it was powerless to reverse the tide. Just like the human ants it had casually crushed in the past, on this day, the Behemoth also met its true death.
Rumble~!!
As its colossal, towering form collapsed with a deafening roar, the flame of its soul was extinguished, marking the end of this 'Undead Scourge'.
The undead army it left behind immediately descended into chaos and slaughter after the lord's death, losing all its previous organization until one day, amidst the Endless fighting, a new undead lord rose up, and this chaos finally came to an end.
However, Logo clearly wouldn't give the undead that chance.
He raised his hand and tossed out a lich's life box.
With a flap of its tattered dragon wings, the figure of the dragon lich Gou Site appeared.
"Supreme Master, please allow your loyal servant to offer you his respects..."
Compared to before, Gou Site still possessed some of the pride of the Dragon Clan, the dragon lich a few years later had completely transformed into a dragon-licking lich, leaving Aibuer Nittawi, who was standing next to him, stunned. Then, she narrowed her eyes and began to study it frame by frame.
Logo pointed to the undead army locked in fierce combat on the ground, "Do you want to become the new Lord of the Undead?"
Gou Site didn't even turn his head, remaining prostrate and respectfully saying, "I will obey the commands of my supreme master. I will follow your orders unconditionally..."
Logo laughed, glancing at the flat area behind Gou Site's head. Once upon a time, that area was covered with dense bone spurs, which Gou Site had pulled out one by one after he casually mentioned it.
Is the dragon lich before me loyal enough?
You're kidding, how could that be!
Betrayal is something ingrained in the very bones of this species.
However, it should still be used when necessary.
As long as one has the ability to Destruction it at any time, no matter how thick the rebellious bone at the Gou Site's head is, one can only pluck it out one by one by oneself.
"Go forth, become the new Lord of the Undead, lead the undead army, and fight for me!"
"As you wish, my great master!"
Gou Site slowly turned around, his grotesque skull head rising abruptly, white flames burning fiercely in its eye sockets. Only Gou Site himself knew the extent of his ambition mixed within them.
Call!
With a flap of its wings, the dragon soared into the sky, its long neck stretching out, its resounding roar echoing through the desolate world. One by one, the undead who were fighting frantically stopped their movements. As a natural undead lord, the dragon lich had a natural suppressive power over the vast majority of undead.
As the first undead beast prostrated itself on the ground, the undead army, spreading like Duomi to the horizon, all paid homage to their new lord.
Logo withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Let's go, it's time for us to take care of our next target."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Nirvana Tower flew in and swallowed everyone up. Then, the Wings of Freedom, which blotted out the sky, flashed by like clouds hanging from the heavens, and the Nirvana Tower disappeared into space.
The sky was clear and bright for thousands of miles, and every now and then a giant bird would break through the clouds, swoop down from high above with its huge beak, and kill the weaker birds.
A Azure Edge Eagle, having just finished hunting, was carrying its prey back to its nest when it suddenly seemed startled. All the feathers on its body stood on end, its pupils contracted, and it didn't even care that the prey it was holding in its claws fell to the ground.
Phew~!
After letting out a cry, the Azure Edge Eagle hurriedly turned to leave, but the Nether Realm Tide that spread from the horizon was much faster than it.
The dark green mist seemed to writhe with life, swallowing the Azure Edge Eagle, the overlord of the nearby sky. Then, three snake heads emerged from it, their cold and ruthless snake eyes gazing at the distant horizon.
The long tail swept out with a roar, like Nulong peeking out from Black Abyss, shattering the space within a thousand kilometers around it. Turbulent currents roared and formed hurricanes of varying sizes, ravaging the sky.
The Nirvana Tower flew out from one of the cracks, not because it was attacked, but because it happened to hit the target; it was time to act and complete the mission.
The spatial vortex opened, and the Grand Elder and others leaped out from it.
"Heh, just as His Majesty said, these three High-Rank Demigod- level magical beasts all possess a certain degree of intelligence. After sensing that the Behemoth had been killed, they immediately awoke from their slumber and rushed over." Chelsea chuckled strangely, his right sleeve empty, but he didn't seem to care.
Logo squinted, sensing the spatial beacon he had left with the Dark Dragon Whale. He breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering that the ocean overlord was still asleep.
As long as it's not two High-Rank Demigod- level magical beasts attacking at the same time, with the lineup I've organized, there shouldn't be any problem.
"Better late than early. We've stumbled upon this, let's deal with it."
"Be careful not to let the Three-Headed Earth Nether Python return to the ground. It's a hybrid of earth and Nether Realm attributes, and it's much easier to deal with in the sky than on the ground." Logo said coldly as he activated the Nirvana Tower at full power.
The sky was filled with Rune Array, and all directions seemed to be filled with arrays full of alchemical mysteries. The originally fragile space instantly solidified into an iron plate. Unless one possessed a Miracle ability with the "freedom" characteristic of the Nirvana Tower, or a super-powerful Space Railgun forcibly bombarded it, there was no way to break free from the restraints.
Not to mention, there were nearly ten Demigod powerhouses watching from the sidelines, eager to seize the opportunity.
The Nine Nether Earth Nether Python tried to escape into the space, but failed. Not only did it get bumped all over, but it also lost the best time to retreat.
The Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow was the first to pounce, its eyes filled with excitement, and even deeper, with greed.
As Transcendent beings of the Nether Realm type, the benefits of devouring the Nine Nether Earth Nether Python far exceed those of ordinary magical beasts.
Once the Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow has completely digested this enormous creature, it is 90% confident that it will return to the realm of High-Rank Demigod. At that time, reaching the Peak Demigod will be a natural progression, because for the Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow, the Divinity Sublimation is not a problem at all.
That's why the Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow is working so hard. What else can it do? If it doesn't exert itself, how could that cunning human brat so easily let it devour the Nine Nether Earth Nether Python?
'Netherworldly Demon - Mandala Flower!'
The Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow spread its wings, and the air behind it surged, gathering negative energy that transformed into a beautiful flower bud. Soon, the bud grew, opened, and shot out countless petal-shaped black-purple energy blades.
These energy blades not only possess strong negative energy corrosive properties, but can also directly attack the soul. If not handled properly, the soul can be torn to pieces in this storm of petals.
Although the Nine Nether Earth Nether Python was not very intelligent, its combat experience gained from fighting among thousands of magical beasts allowed it to react immediately.
Three snake heads opened simultaneously, their tongues trembling. In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and one after another, the phantoms of giant pythons emerged from them.
Hundreds and thousands of the Nether Realm Pythons gathered together, forming a sphere of snakes hundreds of kilometers in diameter, blocking all of the Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow's attacks. Not only that, but even the Grand Elder's follow-up slashes were completely worn down by the pythons, which broke their bodies in the process.
Jarvan appeared, attempting to apply gravity, but was blasted away by an even more terrifying force, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and tiny cracks appearing on his body.
Behind them, Logo's eyes narrowed as he watched the battle. Compared to the Behemoth, the Three-Headed Earth Nether Python was clearly a level above in terms of individual combat strength.
With the ability to summon a giant serpent from the Nether Realm, manipulate gravity, control souls, and even possess considerable spatial abilities, this character would be considered upper-middle tier even among High-Rank Demigod.
If these Three-Headed Earth Nether Python were given enough time and relied on the abundant resources of the Golden Star, it would be almost foreseeable that they would become Peak Demigod.
However, with the arrival of Logo and many other Demigod, the Three-Headed Earth Nether Python no longer had the chance to achieve its ultimate glory.
With his hands outstretched, Logo's Nirvana Tower swayed gently behind him, Endless golden wave becoming his backdrop. Then, the Golden Sparrow Devoured the Serpent...
Thump!!
The waves were towering, Thunderclap rumbled, and countless dead marine creatures floated on the surface, their blue and white colors mixed together, filling the air with a fishy stench.
Deep in the ocean, where undercurrents surged, a terrifying head, neither dragon nor fish, lay in the mud and sand. The essence of the ocean's overlord's blood attracted countless greedy and mindless sea monsters. Their instincts told them that swallowing that blood would bring them unparalleled benefits.
However, not a single sea monster dared to cross the line. Faced with the ferocious flock of Golden Sparrow, no matter how many sea monsters came, they all died. Their lifeless corpses slowly floated to the surface, turning into a veritable mountain of corpses and Blood Sea.
Logo glanced around and saw rows of battered Demigod.
Chelsea was reduced to nothing but an old man's head; the rest of his body had been thrown out by the old man as if it were a poison gas bomb.
Tailuoer's chest was split open, revealing his pulsating internal organs.
Jarvan's flowing white robes were torn to shreds and hung down, his upper body naked, and he slumped on the ground without any regard for his former dashing demeanor.
The Nitavie Family's grandfather and grandson, Aibuer and Charles, were also exhausted. Charles's Demigod dagger had been completely shattered in the battle, causing him considerable heartache.
The Grand Elder and the Hundred-Eyed Nether Crow were the strongest and in relatively better condition, but even that was limited; their spirit and energy were visibly waning.
Even Qiya, despite being protected by Logo and not suffering any serious injuries, had a pale face and couldn't utter a single word.
Logo appeared calm and collected, but in reality, the Nirvana Legion was almost completely wiped out, the Golden Sparrow Flock suffered nearly half its casualties, and even the Nirvana Tower itself had three deep cracks.
Behind the bleak scene lay their heroic feat of successively slaying three High-Rank Demigod beasts.
In the Elven Plane, such achievements would undoubtedly cause a huge uproar, but on Golden Star, everything was covered up.
Exhausted and battered, the Grand Elder laughed heartily, "From this day forward, Golden Star will be entirely our Gendaya Royal Court's private domain, and no one will be able to stop the rise of the Gendaya People..."