Pale Emblem

Chapter 208 The Phantom of the Dark Elf

On a fixed battlefield, the strength of an army is far greater than people think.

Even an ordinary soldier can automatically adjust his mind and body to a combat state due to the encouragement and support of his comrades, becoming faster, stronger, more focused, more agile, and more eager to fight!

In this state, the mental body even has the opportunity to enter a higher realm of "flow," which is just one step away from the fire and touch of the mind. The soldier's combat power will reach its peak level, enabling them to achieve feats that even they themselves cannot believe.

This is why warriors often emerge on the battlefield who kill a dozen or even dozens of enemies.

Nearly 500 elite half-elf soldiers fought exceptionally well, concentrating their superior forces to eliminate Christine's servants one by one.

Of course, Victor's side was not without its own strength.

The Alchemists once fought against an elite warband from Fallen Leaf City in the wilderness and successfully defeated them.

They knew very well that they must not be surrounded by the enemy and that they had to kill the enemy while on the move.

Christine's servants were sacrifices, their task being to hold the line.

It is precisely because of the mutated servants that the enemy's firepower is drawn, creating more opportunities for the alchemical demons to kill the enemy.

Herman, who was highly poisonous, was particularly impressive. He held a long-bladed spear in each hand, with blades that were a ghastly green and a crimson red, clearly indicating that they were contaminated with a terrible toxin.

The poison attached to the pale green spear blade can neutralize the effects of the toughening potion; half-elf soldiers will be paralyzed and die within a short time if they are grazed by the poisoned spear.

The fiery red poison spear is specifically designed to target dragon veins. Any dragon rider or dragon beast wounded by it will become enraged and attack any living creature around it before dying from exhaustion, bleeding from its eyes and nose.

Herman, like the Grim Reaper, relentlessly reaped lives in the thick fog. To date, he has poisoned at least 30 people and one lion-like dragon beast, and indirectly caused more than ten casualties.

At that moment, he was about to stab a lion-shaped dragon beast in the side with his poisoned spear. Suddenly, a sharp sword light slashed from behind him.

Herman is not only an alchemical demon who ignites the fire of the soul, but also a level 5 archer.

As a master archer, his core ability—preemptive strike—possesses the extraordinary characteristic of striking first and counterattacking, making him difficult to ambush.

Herman, already venomous, had already turned to the side, and with a quick twist of his arm, he raised the pale green spear and thrust it straight at his powerful enemy behind him.

This sideways thrust was insidious and unpredictable. The single-handed spear made no sound as it cut through the air, seemingly indicating limited power. In reality, the poison wound would take effect as soon as it grazed the enemy's skin. And even if the enemy's slash hit Hermann, it wouldn't matter much.

With the regenerative abilities of his demonic skin and the added benefit of his alchemical serpent tentacles, Herman is fearless in trading blows with his enemies.

However, a pair of dazzling purple eyes shone through the thick fog. Herman felt his body sink, as if he were sinking into the depths of a swamp, surrounded by sticky mud.

He immediately readjusted his battle breathing technique, suddenly unleashing his inner potential, pushing through his muscles and bones to forcefully break through the body's resistance.

In that instantaneous delay, the enemy seized the opportunity presented by Herman's disrupted attack rhythm, cutting in front of him with a streak of gray-white sword light.

Herman retreated half a step in the blink of an eye, but was still struck in the chest and abdomen by the sword light.

His wounds stopped bleeding and instead shrank and solidified, turning into a grayish-white, rock-like scar.

"Die, you demon! Remember, the one who killed you was Quintus, a high-ranking warrior from the fourth family of Spidershadow City!"

The elite chapter commander Quintus whispered to Herman in a difficult, ancient language.

As he spoke, he had already swung his sword four times. The gray-white sword light swept across, and even the thick fog of blood turned into dust, which fell down the blade.

Herman, with his demonic skin activated, surpassed Quintus in strength, speed, and skill. However, when he was struck by Quintus's sword light, the wounds would solidify and petrify, instantly affecting his body's coordination, causing him to be hit repeatedly and unable to completely dodge.

Kundus himself is also a powerful master of the Mirror Heart, with extraordinary skills and formidable strength. Moreover, he does not aim to seriously injure his opponent with each attack, but only to hit the target.

Herman couldn't find any openings in his opponent's defenses. As the petrified wounds accumulated, his speed decreased and he suffered more and more serious injuries.

Quintus was no longer conservative, and he unleashed his full potential in swordsmanship. His movements were as graceful as a dance, yet his attacks were sharp and ruthless, creating a cruel beauty.

Hermann, however, was like prey trapped in a spider's web, seemingly having lost all means to deal with the enemy's extraordinary power.

Suddenly, several swift arrows silently pierced through the thick fog and shot towards Quintus.

Fortunately, he was extremely alert and managed to dodge the arrows by retreating and dodging.

"Windwalkers?! Are they high elves?"

Quintus was utterly astonished. He looked up at the direction from which the arrow had come and the trail of mist it left behind. When he turned back, he found the demon grinning evilly at him.

Then, an extremely cold energy surged onto him, and Quintus's clothing and armor, except for the metal parts, rapidly rotted and fell off. In a short while, he revealed a muscular body as sculpted as a statue, with a large, jet-black spider with red eyes tattooed on his chest.

Herman was also puzzled. The first time he used Shadow Poison on an enemy, it had no effect. The power of shadow only corrupted the leather of his clothes.

There is only one possibility: the half-elf swordsman in front of us has very high shadow resistance!
Herman unleashed his inner power, shattering the petrified wounds all over his body, revealing bright red flesh that began to grow and recover at a visible speed.

“You are not a Disa half-elf,” he probed.

Quintus pointed his longsword at him and said coldly, "You are not a demon of the abyss either."

Having said that, he slowly retreated. Although the fused Demon-Eating Shadow Spider would help him absorb the shadow damage, he was currently completely unarmored, and facing the enemy's poison spears head-on was too risky. A slight misstep, even a slash through his skin, could be fatal. "It's too late to escape now."

How could Hermann let this formidable enemy escape so easily? He thrust forward and swiftly attacked, his two single-handed spears flashing through the air, creating a series of shrill whistling sounds as they tore through the air. His storm-like offensive was terrifying.

Quintus's reflexes were far beyond the limits of ordinary people. Like a ghost, he dodged by adapting to the air movement caused by the one-handed spear, causing Herman's attacks to miss completely.

The two sides exchanged blows for more than ten seconds. Quintus had the upper hand for a time, but the high margin for error of the Alchemist ultimately put him in a dangerous situation.

He used petrification magic to slash Herman so many times, and Herman was unharmed. Now, if Herman's poisoned spear were to pierce him even once, he might die.

Commander Quintus now regretted his rashness. He dodged and retreated, hoping his men would come to his aid soon.

However, Herman had companions, companions with whom he was connected on a spiritual level. Liefdel, who was closest to him, arrived first.

The alchemist-born Livedel's spell-like ability is a corrosive stench. He noticed the battle unfolding here and locked onto Quintus.

The leader of the elite battle group immediately smelled a terrible stench. It felt like his mouth and stomach had been suddenly stuffed full of goblin excrement.

He felt an uncontrollable urge to vomit, but he forced himself to endure it through sheer willpower.

In fierce competition, even the smallest mistake can determine life or death.

While Quintus was distracted by the stench, Hermann on the other side immediately seized the opportunity.

The emerald green poisoned spear pierced Quintus's heart, and at the last moment, the spear tip suddenly trembled and blurred.

Because Herman flicked his wrist, causing the spear tip to sway, Quintus's ability to dodge with the airflow was still pierced through his skin.

If he had armor protecting him, this level of attack would have been harmless. Unfortunately, he was completely naked, so it was already quite remarkable that he could remain calm and composed.

Herman's trump card was ineffective against him, but his most effective ordinary poison was exceptionally potent.

Quintus immediately felt the numbness from the wound rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Hermann ruthlessly stabbed the enemy in the head!
He was determined to win this attack!
However, a shadow suddenly stood up from beneath Quintus's feet. It was a huge spider shadow that wrapped Quintus with its eight long legs and instantly shrank into a patch of shadow on the ground.

The spear, which was meant to hit and kill, actually missed?
The alchemist was stunned for a moment. He went over to check the ground, found nothing unusual, shook his head, turned around and walked towards the other enemies, continuing to harvest souls and blood.

Meanwhile, General Clark's bedroom in the mansion he temporarily requisitioned in Echotown.

The elite chapter commander tumbled out of the shadows, crashed to the floor, and coughed violently.

"Oh, isn't this our 'prospective' martial arts master Quintus? In the middle of the night, you sneak over naked. Are you here to serve me in bed?" A seductive female voice rang out from the bed in the bedroom.

"Cough, cough!"

Quintus spat out the poison along with blood from his mouth. In order to cure the poison wounds of the alchemist demon, he even removed his half-elf disguise and restored his high-dark-elf physique, thereby activating his racial talent of poison resistance.

He already displayed the distinctive features of a dark elf male: white hair and purple eyes, long pointed ears, handsome features, dark skin, and shadow spider tattoos that encircled his torso.

“My esteemed lady, I made a mistake during the battle and had to rely on the power of the Spider Shadow to escape and save my life.” Quintus wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, knelt down and bowed towards the bed, and said respectfully, “It is my fault for disturbing your rest, please punish me.”

“Oh, the mistake of the battle, tell me about it.” The woman got out of bed, wearing only a short silk nightgown, her long, snow-white legs bare, and raised one slender foot, forcefully stepping on Quintus’s head.

She was Linda, the priestess of Clark, but for some unknown reason, she also reverted to her identity as a high dark elf. She had purple hair and eyes, snow-white skin, a graceful figure, and an extremely beautiful appearance.

The society of the underground dark elves is strictly hierarchical, with women being superior to men. Priestesses like Linda are especially noble, and Quintus is trampled under her feet and dares not make a move.

"It was that idiot Clark who ordered me to take over the East Gate, which had been occupied by demons. At first, I thought it was some dark clan causing trouble, but I didn't expect the situation to be so complicated."

Quintus continued, head bowed, “I’ve locked onto a demon, intending to hunt it down and seize its power to feed my spirit. However, when I use the hunting incantation on the demon, my Devouring Spider spirit doesn’t react at all… I suspect those aren’t Abyss demons.”

"Furthermore, while I was fighting the demon, a high elf ambushed me with arrows!"

"Oh? How can you be sure it's a high elf?"

"It's the Wind Arrow!"

"Windwalker? It's not just the High Elves who can use Windwalker. The Nightingale's bloodline also wields the power of Windwalker." Linda released Quintus, then kicked him in the face, turned and walked towards the balcony, saying calmly:
"I've never been able to figure out who the enemy was that plotted against Clark this time. Now it seems that Golden Nightingale was involved. I just don't know if it was the new clan leader's idea or that princess in distress?"

"Madam, what are your orders?" Quintus breathed a sigh of relief, quickly got up, and followed behind the priestess, asking eagerly.

Linda pushed open the door and stepped onto the misty balcony, gazing towards the East Gate Square. She then frowned and said, "Such a strong aura of evil, could it be a blasphemous summoning ritual?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood mist that enveloped the East Square suddenly contracted, as if it were being absorbed and pulled by some force.

"Moo!!!"

A deep, resonant voice pierced the night sky, sweeping across the entire town with a chilling pressure.

Quintus's expression immediately changed, and he said in disbelief, "This...this could be...the Giant Bull Demon?!"