Chapter 46 Chapter 46: The Blood Demon and the Banshee
Chapter 46: The Blood Demon and the Banshee
Bang! The gunshot shattered the forest's tranquility.
The last Sarkaz mercenary fell backward, a deep bullet hole drilled into his forehead, from which blood gushed out.
"Still have over thirty rounds left."
Scout silently calculated in his heart, his long sniper scope like the eye of death, peering maliciously at every intruder.
After several observations, confirming there were no fish that slipped through the net, he made a gesture downward. 6⑨4⑨3⑥1③5
Ace nodded, giving him a thumbs up, then approached with his shield, making sure to finish off each one before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Looks like this is the last batch."
Scout slung his long rifle over his back and slid down the tree trunk.
"Didn't expect them to bite so tightly this time. Also, have the Military Commission guys gone crazy lately?"
Ace took a deep breath. The shield in his hand looked tattered, with several abnormal dents, and he himself appeared somewhat disheveled.
Clearly, they had been through a tough fight. The story goes back to yesterday.
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On the Lovining Plain, an unprecedented bloody battle in the Kazdel civil war was raging fiercely.
Previously in this civil war, both sides had maintained a relatively restrained attitude, unwilling to engage in excessive internal strife.
But the current intensity of the fighting had exceeded many people's expectations.
"Kill! Kill!"
Today's offensive by the Military Commission was unprecedentedly fierce. Not only ordinary Sarkaz, but even some Blood Demons had joined the battle.
The ancient witchcraft of the Banshees clashed with the creations of the Blood Demons!
"Shatter."
A young male Banshee held an ancient pen. Profound incantations flowed around him, ancient witchcraft leaping obediently in his palm like a tame pet.
Witchcraft inherited from the Banshees shot forth, easily slicing through the defenses of two Blood Demons before him. Those viscous blood curtains were pierced, and the witchcraft effortlessly took their lives.
As the most talented among the younger generation of the Banshee Court, Logos' strength was unquestionable. The Banshee Lord cultivated him as the sole heir; the vastness of the witchcraft knowledge he had learned was unimaginable to ordinary people.
"The death knell has already tolled for you."
Logos' bone pen descended, drawing mysterious trajectories. Countless spells mercilessly bombarded the large area ahead of him.
Faced with this outstanding Banshee, ordinary Blood Demons simply had no ability to resist. Coupled with the coordination and complementarity of the Casters behind him, for such a long time, the area defended by Logos showed almost no signs of being breached.
"Hmm?"
Looking towards the center of the smoke, Logos frowned, his expression turning grave.
Large swathes of thick blood rolled as if alive. A thick tentacle extended from it, smashing through spells while viciously crashing down towards where Logos stood.
With a flick of his bone pen, Logos' body became illusory. He shifted his footing, narrowly dodging this attack.
But the Casters behind him weren't so lucky. After that foul-smelling tentacle missed its target, it didn't stop; instead, it instantly wrapped around a Caster's ankle.
"Ahhh!!! Save! Save me!"
He let out a terrified scream while frantically struggling to break free, but this tentacle was incredibly tough.
The light on Logos' bone pen condensed into several sharp blades that flew off the pen, cleanly severing that tentacle formed from congealed blood.
But before that Caster could catch his breath, two more tentacles burst through the dust and smoke. Before he could react, they instantly dragged him back into that unknown mist.
"Monster! No, don't come closer! Ahhh—!!!"
The Caster's piercing scream caused everyone's expressions to change, becoming somewhat fearful.
Then came a series of chilling chewing and tearing sounds from within the mist. As the mist gradually dissipated, the "monster" inside finally revealed its true form.
It was a blood-red fleshy "plant," with severed limbs hanging from its vines. At its pale bony top, densely packed maws were tearing and fighting over a piece of unrecognizable "food"—clearly the Caster who had just been dragged in.
He had already lost his breath, allowing that monster to dismember and devour his corpse.
Blood dripped down along the leaves like a small stream falling from the sky. Beneath that massive Blood Demon creation, a young man in luxurious robes opened his palm and caught this stream of blood.
Drops of blood flowed down through the gaps between his fingers, pulling out sweet-smelling threads of blood.
"Blood Demon Lord."
Logos' face was as dark as water; his hand gripping the bone pen tightened.
He clearly recognized this Blood Demon Lord among the Ten Courts. Although Banshees and Blood Demons belonged to the same echelon, he did not hold a corresponding status. As an ancient Sarkaz king, the Blood Demon Lord stood on the same level as the Banshee Lord.
"Banshee."
The Blood Demon Lord spoke softly, like an elder conversing with a junior.
"Your talent for magic is quite good. Leave. No one will blame you for your weakness. I believe the Banshee Lord would not wish for you to die here—perhaps including me as well."
"But likewise, no one wishes for them to die here either."
Logos tightly gripped his bone pen while giving a look to the Casters behind him.
"You go first. I'll hold him off here."
"A foolish choice, Banshee."
The Blood Demon Lord shook his head. He had finally felt a bit of appreciation for talent, but clearly it wasn't cherished.
Behind him, blood rose like a tide—from the sky, from the ground, from all directions—engulfing them!
Centered on where the Blood Demon Lord stood, a small part of the battlefield transformed into a world of blood; all that met the eye was hopeless crimson!
"Disperse!"
Logos' hair danced. His bone pen shimmered with profound radiance; pure light bloomed like white flowers amidst a sea of blood.
Sss—!
The two forces pressed against each other, but Logos' power was clearly far inferior to that of the Blood Demon Lord. The young Banshee still needed experience and time.
"Banshee, your era has not yet arrived."
The Blood Demon Lord walked forward with relaxed steps. With each step he took, large numbers of people were swallowed by the tidal wave of blood.
Every Court Lord was capable of easily annihilating a fully-formed medium-sized legion—this was their prerogative as ancients.
"Oh ancient Sarkaz king, your words are full of fallacies."
Sweat soaked Logos' robes; his eyes were filled with exhaustion but also shone with an unprecedented light.
Under the Blood Demon Lord's astonished gaze, "white flowers" bloomed! An opening was actually punched through that boundless curtain of blood!
Pure light coiled around it, preventing its healing. The hope of escape instantly descended upon everyone present.
"Banshee, you always manage to surprise me."
The Blood Demon Lord's gaze grew increasingly appreciative, even revealing hints of seriousness.
"Blood Demon, at least before I fall, you won't have another chance to advance."
Logos' eyes held sharpness.
The profound radiance of magic erupted! Colliding with that towering tide of blood!
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