The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 435: King vs. King on the Blood Flame
A small mistake can lead to a big mistake. Luo Bo's faction was lacking in intelligence and underestimated the technical differences between the various branch regiments of the Demonic Refining Legion. As a result, the reverse ship-seizing operation fell into the embarrassing situation of occupying key points but being unable to make quick progress.

But on the Blood Flame magic ship thousands of miles away, there was a completely different scene.

The Blood Flame is the other of the two main magic ships owned by the Demon Blood Regiment.

This time, it was also the pond that Kalgon used for fishing.

These giant ships with a long history and the ability to cross boundaries are each equivalent to a city that has been operating independently for many years. They often have unique ship culture. Not to mention different regiments, even the same regiment has its own unique culture.

Inside the Blood Flame, although the walls were also made of a mixture of flesh and metal, the display mode was almost the opposite of that of the Blood River.

If the interior of the Blood River is designed to resemble the internal organs of a giant beast, then the interior of the Blood Flame is designed to resemble a claustrophobic prison.

To put it more specifically, it is flesh and blood inside, with a metal inner shell.

However, these metals are very special, thick, and have uneven surfaces, just like bubble scars left by poor smelting technology.

A faint light slowly flows on its surface, creating a rippling effect just like sunlight penetrating into the riverbed, creating ever-changing scales on the river sand.

A feeling of a deep and quiet water cave comes over you.

Especially under the light from the sparsely placed blue braziers.

This is the background color of the Blood Flame's interior space. Different areas have their own characteristics.

For example, in some areas, the walls would ooze out a greasy red gelatinous substance, like half-dried blood, and the air was filled with a mixed smell of blood and rust.

There are also areas filled with sharp spikes and hooks, with various corpses hung, suspended, and embedded on them.

Some of these corpses are fresh, some are half-rotten, and some are just bones, but without exception, they all maintain a distorted posture, and one can tell at a glance that the death process was very painful.

After the King of the West arrived as agreed, he ignored all these things, pushed forward all the way, and soon arrived at the bridge hall.

Kalgon sat high in the commander's spacious chair. Beside him, his chief horse, Mammon, stood with his head held high like a guard, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

There was also a group of magic knights who were the elite among the elite, lined up on the left and right sides of the seats, acting as background boards and living props, which looked quite impressive.

"You're not slow." Kalgon leaned over, resting his elbow on the armrest, holding his chin with one hand. There was scrutiny in his eyes, sarcasm in his expression, and arrogance in his tone.

The Queen of the West casually threw away a magic knight who had just tried to sneak attack her.

The muscular man who was less than a minute ago was now just a skeleton that looked like a mummy. The magic suit that seemed to be welded to his flesh and blood looked like a car shell that had been exposed to the wind and sun in the wilderness for a century. It had become brittle, thin, and rotten. It was simply thrown on the ground, half broken and half sunken, with no original shape left.

"Your craftsmanship is not bad." Seeing that the King of the West did not say anything, Kalgon commented: "But your brain is not very good. You actually came here. How about this, for your stupidity, I allow you to kneel down and beg for a job."

The Western King shook his head slightly and sneered contemptuously: "Just accumulate your strength, why are you just covering it up with this bunch of nonsense?"

As he said that, the Western King hooked his hand towards Kalgon: "Come on!"

Kalgon's face darkened and he stood up suddenly.

"Boom!" The first confrontation between the two began and ended in the next moment.

It turned out that Kalgon's method was very strange. Although he seemed to be standing up from his seat, the real attack had already been launched.

However, the King of the West calmly took on his trick attack, and the arm that was provocative with his hook hand simply flipped and twisted to complete a head-on confrontation.

Kalgon didn't gain any advantage and retreated neatly and calmly. From the looks of it, it looked like he just stood up and didn't launch any sneak attack at all.

The Western King was surging with energy around his body, his robes fluttered, and his long hair danced. Anyone who saw him could understand his expression: It's my turn!
The King of the West did not make any violent movements. He just used the hand that had just fought with Kalgon and only flipped his wrist slightly.

Kalgon's face turned pale with rage, and then, along with the large throne behind him, was suddenly twisted and compressed by the distorted light and squeezed into a point.

Mammon was also affected. He howled and exerted great strength to create a miracle. In a very short period of time, he managed to burst out tremendous energy and blasted himself out like a cannonball before being pulled and twisted.

As for Kalgon, he certainly has more than just a few skills and would not be defeated by the Western King's spiritual weapon - the Void Palm.

However, as the strongest among the Four Heavenly Kings, the King of the West has a fifty-fifty chance of withstanding this move, even for a master of spiritual martial arts like Luo Bo, if he encounters it for the first time. It is impossible for Kalgon to withstand it without paying some price.

Kalgon was cunning enough to fight back directly with the power given to him by his wild father.

Although from a certain perspective, this is equivalent to reducing the burden, which just balances the divine power of Essos and the divine power of Wild Daddy in his body, but when these divine powers are infused into his body, he also pays a heavy price.

To put it in a more vivid way, this is equivalent to vomiting out the fat that you have eaten but not digested in time, which is definitely a loss.

The Queen of the West was a delicate woman, and she made Kalgon lose face at the first move. Kalgon was naturally furious. At the same time, he also realized that his strange invisible divine attack technique was severely restrained by the Queen of the West's Void Palm.

So he switched the state directly, from feminine and mysterious to open and close.

Just a few meters to the left of the King of the West, thick blood mist suddenly appeared as if out of nothing. The next moment, Kalgon in his muscular form rushed out of it. Just by pushing his palms through the air, he set off a shock wave-like energy fluctuation, distorting the air, which was visible to the naked eye, and rushed towards the King of the West.

The King of the West had a smile on his face, his feet seemed to be rooted and motionless, but his body swayed like grass in the wind.

It did not dance with the wind, but cut through the waves while swaying, breaking Kalgon's preemptive energy attack with a unique and extremely beautiful enchanting flexibility.

Kalgon frowned, he knew that he had really met a strong enemy this time.

The King of the West is capable of both hardness and softness, and his fighting skills have surpassed him twice in a row.

Sure enough, his extremely powerful and unstoppable blow was easily resolved by Xiwang Yunlu's unique swaying posture in the next moment.

Of course, Kalgon had a back-up plan if he dared to fight like this. His hands were shining, his left hand was scarlet, and his right hand was dark blue.

The power of two gods, a blow of annihilation.

This is a fight of divine powers outside the body, which then stimulates a powerful blow with the power of laws.

Since Kalgon's control over divine power was far from perfect, this approach was quite risky. He also relied on the loopholes in the rules and the special characteristics of his body made of devil blood and devil refinement to resist the backlash of divine power. What he was betting on was that his opponent would be more injured than him...

At the same time, inside the Juntian ship, the advance of the mixed battle group composed mainly of the Unliving Ones had reached the final stage.

Tata, the eagle-headed winged leader of the Demon Blood Regiment, stared at the array of spiritual weapons and mechanisms with a heavy expression. Just one step away from conquering the enemy formation, victory would be in hand. The next step would be chasing the enemy to the north, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

However, this final array could not be breached for a long time.

It was not until then that Tata realized that before this, the enemy troops had never put all their efforts into a head-on confrontation with the Demon Blood Army.

Even now, the opponent still seems unfathomable.

To put it simply, he doesn't know what other tricks the other party can play, but there probably are.

"Damn, why did I make such a low-level mistake?" Tata thought in annoyance.

Showing weakness to the enemy is a very common tactic, often used in conjunction with the strategy of luring the enemy into a trap. For a battlefield commander like him, he should have noticed the possibility of such a thing early on.

But this time, he did not realize until now that his army had advanced too deep into the enemy's territory, and there was a risk of victory in one step and defeat in the next.

"If the enemy is willing to sacrifice the Juntian ship, then the main force of the regiment will probably be buried here. I hope that the enemy's stubborn resistance is not a preparation for detonating the Juntian ship."

The Juntian ship has the ability to cross boundaries.

This ability itself can be used as a means of killing.

After all, crossing the line is essentially an act that goes against the laws of nature.

To describe it in a more vivid way, it is like a grain of sand bouncing into someone's eyes.

You can imagine what that person's attitude was.

In such a context, if a cross-border incident is actively caused, the power of heaven will have the opportunity to strangle the ship and all the crew members on board.

Although the power of the universe has been unitized, it is still at the planetary level, like a millstone of heaven and earth. It cannot grind high-end transcendents who are well versed in the laws and good at taking advantage of loopholes, but it can definitely kill cannon fodder soldiers easily.

Under such a powerful attack of high intensity, long duration and wide coverage, the so-called enhanced version of the magic creatures in the Demon Blood series would still die.

Thinking of this, Tata gave a new order to the messenger:
"Deploy all the Demon Blood Engine Reserves."

A messenger is not an adjutant and will not question or ask for advice, but only convey orders.

Therefore, Tata's order was quickly implemented, and the last 500 magic blood engines were put into the attack on the enemy formation.

Tata certainly knew that this kind of tactic of adding fuel to the fire was not advisable, but his opponent's tenacity gave him a bad feeling. He couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't want to bear it anymore. He wanted to go all in.

Facts have also proved that the tactic of adding fuel to the fire is likely to form a new round of toughness test for the enemy formation.

Just like adding weights, the test monkey rubber band can withstand many weights without breaking.

The correct approach should not be to simply increase the weight, but to break through with a sharp blade.

From this perspective, the Demon Blood Engine should be understood like the heavy cavalry that scored the decisive blow in the wars of the Middle Ages, making a roundabout attack on the enemy's flank. This is a sharp blade that is invincible.

At present, the war is at a stalemate and the opponent still has cards in his hand. If we invest, it will be like adding fuel to the fire. The effect will suddenly become to increase the chances of winning the fierce battle. It is really a bit of a waste.

Sure enough, when the five hundred magic blood engines entered the battlefield, they were quite powerful at the beginning, pushing the Lingwu battle formation out of shape. In the area that was attacked, the array was obviously sunken in, and it felt as if it could not bear it and was about to break through the defense line and rush into the interior.

Unfortunately, this advantage could not be expanded, and the Lingwu lineage quickly took over as the fire brigade.

The Demon Possessed, this special type of soldier is a spiritual warrior in a berserker state generated by the burning soul of a ghost.

In this state, they have merged into one with the Lingwu mecha, and can be described as an alternative flesh-and-metal hybrid golem.

However, the power of the Demon Blood Engine is the power of darkness, divine power, and dark alchemy, etc. The power of the Demon Possessed is the power of spiritual martial arts and the power of nature.

It's like a herd of rhinos encountering a herd of Tyrannosaurus Rex. Although the number of possessed people is small, they are obviously superior in combat power.

This is because the soul of each and every ghost is carefully selected, meets certain standards, and has passed many difficulties before being absorbed and cultivated by Luo Bo to become a strong soul.

Such a powerful soul, when in the state of burning soul, is much stronger than the magic blood engine in terms of spiritual power.

Although the Demon Blood Engine is protected by divine power, the natural power of the possessed person is also unmatched.

As a result, more than fifty demon-possessed people overwhelmed the charge of five hundred magic blood engines and knocked them down.

Unfortunately, the duration of the possessed person is quite short, basically only three minutes.

After just one charge, they were all burned into flowing flames and dissipated. As a result, the battle formation of the Demon Blood Engine did not completely collapse.

The Lingwu battle formation took the opportunity to fill the gap, but the Demon Blood Engine Group, which had suffered heavy losses and lost its fighting spirit, could no longer advance as bravely as before.

Just then, the straw that broke the camel's back appeared.

Blood Demon!
This decisive weapon specially arranged by Latel to appear on the scene was tricked by Lingwu as soon as it appeared on the scene, and its body was turned into a stage for the contest of the power of laws.

To be honest, Tata didn't expect that the Blood Demon could recover so quickly.

He chanted the secret control words to the blood demon, then pointed in the direction of the spiritual warrior battle formation and roared: "Tear them apart!"

The blood demon moved, like a super mammoth, rushing towards the Lingwu battle formation with great momentum. The army of the immortals avoided it one after another, and those who were unable to dodge were crushed and could only blame themselves for their bad luck.

However, what surprised Tata was that the Blood Demon rushed into the middle of the Immortals' battle formation, suddenly braked, then clasped his fists high, and then smashed the ground with all his strength.

"Boom!" It was like a cannonball from a Gustav cannon exploding, rippling the mud and rocks on the ground, and the shock wave spreading. All the lifeless beings within a radius of more than 200 meters were blown away, and the lifeless beings within a farther radius were unable to stand firm due to the violent shaking of the ground, and fell to the ground. Looking down from the sky, the Blood Demon's move directly disrupted the offensive order of the main force of the Blood Demon Regiment.

The Lingwu battle formation obviously seized this opportunity. As soon as the formation was opened, the Shiki Demon General took the lead in the counterattack, and immediately killed the Lifeless Ones, the Demon Blood Engines, and even the Demon Knights in front of them.

Because of the disorder and lack of successors, the main force of the Demon Blood Regiment was split into two parts from the center.

Tata was so angry that his wings were spread out in the air, and he screamed and cursed: "You blaspheme the gods, you deserve to die!" Then he threw the spear in his hand at the blood demon...

(End of this chapter)