Victory in the War
"Boom~"
In the violent explosion, both the fire dragon and the Dou Qi dissipated.
"Master~" Yan Jingshu's lips parted slightly, a hint of moisture flashing in her rosy eyes.
By the time Lin Xu looked at the Giant City Lord again, the other party had already taken the opportunity to create distance and flashed to the edge of the mist.
The heavily wounded giant glanced back in a disheveled state, his eyes filled with lingering anger and resentment.
As the lord, it knows best the lord's weaknesses.
Within the territory, the lord is comparable to a god; outside the territory, without the template's bonus, Lin Xu is merely a novice who has just entered the intermediate level.
The giant breathed a slight sigh of relief as he glanced at the Half-Giant warriors and the last remaining black warriors rushing down the mountain.
But when it saw the mage group still slowly "retreating" on the mountain, its eyes widened and its heart shattered.
Unable to hold his breath any longer, he spat out a mouthful of blood. "My mage corps!"
The sound was mournful, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
Training a qualified mage requires almost the same amount of silver coins!
"You're lucky you ran fast~" Lin Xu stopped regretfully, watching the remaining monsters on the battlefield leave and disappear into the mist in an instant.
"My lord!" Seeing him fall safely from the sky, Li Yingqiu wiped her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Stop chasing. Leave the mage group behind to clean up the battlefield," he ordered.
Seeing the menacing giant city lord, Lin Xu summoned a fire dragon that soared into the sky and attacked the giant.
"Traitor!" The giant looked at the mage group with resentment, only now realizing the meaning of its previous worries—when the enemy deliberately delayed the mage group's progress, the mages chose to cooperate tacitly.
From this point on, loyalty had already been corrupted.
"A few silver coins a month, what's the point of risking your life?" Alaites watched coldly as the giant city lord was driven out, then smiled at his "colleagues" who had stopped in their tracks.
The mages cast spells continuously, and since they couldn't replenish their mana from the outside, the mana potions they brought were probably already exhausted.
The monk understands the monk's logic best: we are all civilized people, and we can sit down and talk about anything.
Especially when they face mortal danger----
The Vampire fled in disarray, only to discover, when they snapped out of the illusion created by the elite vengeful spirits, that two of their companions had been reduced to ashes.
Especially when they realized that the giant city lord had been defeated and fled, these elegant nobles immediately abandoned their companions and followed the city lord without looking back.
In the sky, the remaining five Evil Eye monsters had stopped and landed on the ground as ordered by Qiuqiu, their large eyeballs facing the rock wall in contemplation.
On the battlefield, all the monsters that still had the ability to move had run away, leaving behind only abandoned cannon fodder.
Apart from the mindless skeletons and the brainless Dark Venomous Spider stubbornly resisted to the end, the rest had already laid down their weapons and surrendered without a care in the world.
Yan Jingshu's crimson pupils swept across the chaotic battlefield. This great battle had almost completely devastated the front of Azure Cloud Mountain. Broken rocks, snapped trees, and cratered mountainsides showed the ferocity of the previous battle.
The attacking dungeon legion suffered heavy losses; more than a third fell on the battlefield, another third were captured, and only a small number actually escaped.
However, her own side also suffered heavy losses in this war. Among her Red-Robed Ghosts followers alone, hundreds of ghosts were scattered and their souls were destroyed, with no chance of being rescued.
Yan Jingshu glanced at the Fallen Demon cleaning up the battlefield. Even the red-skinned dwarves had lost more than half of their numbers in the battle. After realizing that the lesser demons could keep resurrecting, some of the dungeon monsters destroyed the corpses or simply swallowed them.
However, compared to the Red-Robed Ghosts and the Fallen Demon, the demon soldiers who were tasked with the frontal combat suffered the most heavy losses.
Even with the protection of a full set of magical artifacts and armor, only two or three remained after the battle, following behind the Black Tiger Demon, barely maintaining the organization of the demon army.
The Ghost Bride's gaze swept across the group of protectors. These Daoist priests who were casting spells in the back were the master's darlings. Whether it was Babalu or the Black Tiger Demon, they all tacitly protected them behind their backs.
Unable to resist glancing at the sky, I saw the Evil Eye Ball, along with its three underlings, triumphantly gathering the fallen Evil Eye monsters one by one.
As one of the four teams under the master's command, the Evil Eye Team had the fewest members, yet they had to face the entire Sky Legion of the underground city. As a result, these inconspicuous big-eyed creatures were the first to finish the battle, and even had the strength to support the ground battlefield at the end.
Much of the credit for this goes to Evil Eye Captain's effective tactics.
Li Yingqiu looked up at the sky, where Lin Xu was manipulating a firestorm, slowly scorching the Manticore.
This behemoth's vitality was beyond imagination. Flames poured into its abdominal cavity from the wounds torn by its Dou Qi, and the stench of its charred internal organs permeated the air, yet it still had the strength to flap its tattered wings Pounce.
With the giant lord no longer holding him back, Lin Xu could easily dodge and weave. He manipulated the spirit lamp to cast a spell, causing a firestorm to coil around the Manticore like a giant crimson python.
A agonizing roar exploded in the sky as the Manticore struggled in the flames, its once majestic fur now completely curled and charred, revealing charred, torn flesh.
The dark green poisonous mist spewed from its mouth was ignited by the high-temperature flames, turning into clusters of eerie green flames that crackled and exploded in the scorching air.
The Manticore's tail, imbued with deadly venom, futilely drew out afterimages in the air, emitting a piercing shriek.
A kilometer away, Lin Xu calmly maintained the fire storm, gradually extinguishing the life force of this enormous beast.
The Manticore let out its final mournful cry, and its massive body crashed down like a collapsing mountain, slamming into the slope of Azure Cloud Mountain. Dust billowed, the earth trembled, and the fierce battle came to an end.
An unprecedented Source Fire erupted from the giant beast's corpse and instantly hurtled towards Lin Xu.
He glanced at his personal panel when he had a moment to spare, and for the first time, his Source Fire reserves exceeded four figures.
"The dungeon's fortunes have declined," he said thoughtfully, gazing at the giant beast's corpse.
The Source Fire is a manifestation of the power and fortune of a force, and for forces in the Spirit Realm, so-called fortune is actually strength.
As a war behemoth, the Manticore represents the pinnacle of the dungeon's military power, with at least 30% of its destiny concentrated in its body. Its death means that more than 30% of the dungeon's Source Fire has been lost, which is a heavy blow to any faction.
In the sky, Lin Xu stood on a cloud, looking down at the ravaged battlefield below.
Amidst the broken walls and ruins, corpses and blood mingled, and the broken pines and cypresses of Azure Cloud Mountain lay scattered like withered bones, yet new buds quietly sprouted.
The shattered fragments of the magical artifact reflected the setting sun, emitting a faint, ethereal glow. The surviving demon soldiers leaned against the ruins, panting, their wounds glowing with a pale blue light under the Rejuvenation Art.
The wind swept across his spotless robes. Lin Xu had already put away his cloud-riding technique. He lightly touched the mountain ridge with his toes, and his figure blended into the deepening twilight.
The great battle is over, but the aftermath is just beginning.
"I must gather one million merits as soon as possible~" Lin Xu sat in front of the Precious Radiance Spirit-Tempering Cauldron, the spirit lamp in his hand shining, causing the spiritual fire in the cauldron to surge like a tide.
The great battle at Azure Cloud Mountain shattered the backbone of the underground city, leaving the remaining remnants unable to pose a threat to Xuanwei Monastery.
In particular, the slaying of the Manticore beast greatly affected the balance of power between the Xuanwei Monastery and the Underground City.
At this moment when the two major powers are about to engage in a decisive battle, this great war directly changes the course of their rise and fall.
"So, I've already passed the most difficult hurdle in my promotion to Elder Deacon." Lin Xu manipulated the spiritual fire to refine the impurities in the black iron ore one by one. "Next, I just need to accumulate one million merit points."