The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 453 Another Sacrifice

The raging flames scorched the earth, while the rugged sound of the pipe organ still echoed across the wilderness.

Even a great sage cannot continuously cast "forbidden spells," but the hellish dwarf artillerymen employed by the Great Tomb can fire nearly ten thousand shots in a single day!

The cost of a rocket is about five gold coins. Fifty thousand gold coins can buy a historic luxury hotel on Queen Street in Thunder City, but it's just a drop in the ocean for the Demon King.

Moreover, this money was paid with ghost money.

The only thing that can limit the firepower of the Great Cemetery is the production capacity of the North Peak City factory.

Staring at the raging fire in the distance, the [Gold Medal Artillery Soldier] stood there stunned for a long time before finally managing to utter a single sentence.

"Holy crap, this thing is even better than the dwarven hand cannon..."

The thick, grayish-green fog was completely replaced by scalding smoke. The chaotic beasts that had been wandering along the river died in agony, either blown up on the spot or roasted into charcoal.

Faced with that scorching temperature, even the winding river was almost dried up!
As it turns out, mortals are not incapable of defeating superhuman strength.

Faced with overwhelming firepower, even the corrosive power of chaos can only be reduced to dust.

Also cremated were the Chaos Eggs scattered along the riverbank, and the twisted corpses of countless Green Forest Army soldiers and local villagers...

With a stubborn yet resilient spirit, he craned his neck to look out at the raging inferno ahead and couldn't help but sigh.

"Wow, these veteran players are amazing! When did they come up with something this awesome?"

The dull and wooden man said, "Didn't we already come up with this a long time ago? We used it before on the continent of Gana."

Both cowardly and resilient: "??? How come I didn't know?"

He was both unsophisticated and dull: "Who knows why you don't know?"

The expansion of the closed beta for "Cataclysm Online" occurred after players set foot on the continent of Gana in the Great Tomb. By then, many players had already acquired a lot of "special" equipment.

However, it is obvious that the dozen or so organ rocket launchers that are now in front of the newbies are far superior to the rocket launchers that the Great Tomb used on the continent of Gana.

Led by "One Bite of the Chemical Pool," a group of skilled crafters not only improved the propellant of rockets, significantly increasing the warhead's explosive charge, but also modified the most basic explosive charge into a thickened incendiary agent and added white phosphorus!
In terms of sheer power, the explosion of this rocket is at least equivalent to a gold-level fire spell!
Faced with the overwhelming rain of fire, not only were the newbies shocked, but even the well-informed "Rock Sword Saint" Gaunt couldn't help but show a shocked expression on his face.

Is this really... dwarven equipment?
He came from the Brass Pass of the High Mountain Kingdom, but he had never seen the dwarves there with such terrifying firearms.
In his memory, even a group fire spell chanted by three imperial mage orders might not be able to achieve such astonishing destructive power and area of ​​effect!
Just as Gunter was surprised, a figure behind the thick smoke suddenly caught his attention.

It was a twisted, dark green figure, its shape resembling a withered vine hanging from a tree, or an earthworm separated from a pond.

If it weren't for the boiling flames burning the vegetation around it to ashes, forcing it to quickly move to another location, it might have completely overlooked this guy.

However, now that its tracks have been exposed, it's clear it can't escape...

His sharp gaze locked onto the fleeing figure, Gaunt's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gripped the hilt of his greatsword with his right hand.

Noticing his movement, Leiden asked.

"what are you up to?"

Gunter said expressionlessly, "I saw a person, or maybe not. Anyway, my intuition tells me that it might know something about what's happening here."

Leiden did not stop him, but simply asked.

"Should I have the artillerymen stop?"

Gunter smiled faintly upon hearing this.

"No need."

Although he admitted that the raging flames were intense, they were still not enough to hurt him.

No matter what, he is still a Sword Saint!
The moment the words left his mouth, the rock-solid figure moved.

He charged into the burning inferno with incredible speed, chasing the twisted green shadow like a cannonball under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

So fast!

Brennan was once again shocked by his strength and finally understood what it meant to be a demigod!
That was the first person below the gods, and the limit that could be reached with an extraordinary body!

In the mortal world, the sword in his hand is invincible!
Seemingly sensing the approaching danger, the twisted green shadow ran even faster, plunging into the distant woods like a wild rabbit darting into the bushes.

"Want to run?"

Gunter smirked and with a sudden burst of power, he trampled through a kilometer in the blink of an eye!
Seeing the Sword Saint suddenly close behind him, "Alchemist" Gene's face showed a look of disbelief, and he threw three potion bottles behind him in shock and anger.

"Die! Die!"

The medicine bottle filled with ominous liquid tumbled in the air before suddenly exploding into a thick, dark green fog!
However, this thick fog was far too weak compared to the previous fog that had covered the entire plain, after all, the latter was the result of the blood and flesh sacrifice of tens of thousands of people.

As the thick fog drifted toward his face, Gaunt didn't even glance at it, and thrust his greatsword forward.

Before the cold, icy light even arrived, the howling sword wind had already scattered the thick fog!
Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Gene could only grit his teeth and turn around to fight back. Two thick arms split off from his shoulder blades, and he used all four hands to grab short swords and daggers to parry!

"clang--!"

A sharp crack shattered the short sword and dagger in his hand. He didn't even see where the blade came from before he was sent flying more than a hundred meters backward, tumbling and crashing into the woods.

"cough--"

Gene coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaned against a pine tree, and staggered to his feet.

The previous blow not only shattered his weapon, but also shattered his wrist bones.

Not only that, the flying iron pieces and scattered sword energy also left wounds all over his body!
As the Sword Saint slowly approached him, a deep-seated fear finally surfaced on Gene's distorted face.

With just one strike, he reduced himself, the chosen one of the Chaos Gods, to this state... Is this the power of a demigod?
What he didn't know was that Gaunt had actually shown mercy; otherwise, he would have been dead.

"Did you do what happened here?"

The rockets in the distance were still roaring and booming. Hearing the sound carried by the hot wind, Gene trembled all over, but still managed to squeeze out a forced smile from his distorted face.

"Heh... So what if I did it? I only brought them relief. They were going to starve to death anyway, so their useless flesh and blood might as well be offered to me..."

He had intended to say that he could at least stop Saint Sith's lackeys, but it was clear that even with his best efforts, he still couldn't stop them, so he didn't dare to say the last half of the sentence.

Gunter stared at him coldly, suppressing his anger.

"It seems you have no remorse whatsoever. I have no choice but to send you to meet the devil within you."

Gene: "The devil? Ha... If the devil hadn't been watching us, you wouldn't have even given us a second glance!"

Gunter glanced at the trembling man who was still stubbornly arguing.

"So you knew that voice was the devil."

Perhaps knowing he was about to die, Gene let out a hysterical roar.

"Haha! You think you're the only smart one? Of course I know what it is, and I don't care what it is! At least I can't survive following Saint Sith, but I can survive following this!"

"is it?"

Gunter glanced around, then looked back at the hysterical man, his voice calming down and tinged with pity.

"I do not think so."

That's just another dead end.

Suddenly, Gene discovered that the surrounding forest had vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of yellow sand and desolation.

Looking at the swordsman standing on the sand dune, his pupils suddenly contracted, but then relaxed as if relieved.

So this is the realm of demigods.

It's not all that great, really...

Gene charged forward, laughing wildly, only to be cleaved in two by the oncoming sword flashes and vanish into the blowing yellow sand...

……

At the same time, in the distant Jing Shui Tan territory, the deafening roar of artillery fire echoed across the open fields.

Thick streaks of flame crashed into the distant positions, and thick smoke from the explosions shot into the sky one after another!

Those are dwarven mortars!
While its accuracy cannot compare to the cannons of the Duchy of Campbell, its power is far superior.

Unfortunately, the dwarves' bombardment was in vain.

The scattered Green Forest Army soldiers who had been hiding on the front lines had already moved to the forest behind using the tunnels dug by the ratmen, leaving behind only a hundred or so corpses, which were not worth mentioning.

At the same time, the dwarf artillery position suddenly collapsed, and several mortars fell straight into the collapsed tunnel!
The tunnel was clearly not dug by the dwarves themselves, but rather by the ratmen's engineering corps, who dug it directly from a pre-prepared tunnel while the dwarves were busy supporting the front lines.

Before the dwarven artillerymen could react, cloaked ratman warriors, wielding long-handled hooks, leaped out of the tunnels, catching the dwarves completely off guard!
Unlike ordinary dwarf slave rats, these clan warriors are not only one meter tall, but they have also been blessed by the "Gluttonous Rat" Gellow, and their waists are even thicker than those of dwarves!
They actually gained the upper hand against these dwarven artillerymen who were not good at close combat.

"Roar--!"

A clan rat warrior opened his blood-red maw and let out a stench-filled roar. With a swift swing of his long-handled hook sickle, he cleaved a dwarf artilleryman in two at the waist!

Intestines spilled all over the ground!
The slave rats that followed swarmed forward, stuffing the flesh and blood that fell to the ground into their mouths, using this desecrated sacrifice of corpses to demoralize their opponents!

Their skills don't stop there.

Besides serving as cannon fodder on the battlefield, they were also sacrifices to the priests under the command of "Gluttonous Rats" Gerno!
Behind the horde of slave rats feasting, a rat-man priest wearing a bone mask stepped forward, holding a bone staff, shaking a human-skin rattle drum while chanting eerie and obscure incantations.

Streaks of eerie green soul fire, like the hands of the dead, gripped the necks of dozens of slave rats.

Using the flesh and blood of these slave rats as offerings, a three-meter-long "war giant rat" burst forth from the bloody altar, sending the dwarven artillerymen who were trying to form a shield formation flying with a single charge.

"Tsk tsk tsk!!!" Seeing the giant rat descending on the battlefield, the ratmen let out a shrill and excited cry, their round eyes turning scarlet, and they fought even more fiercely with the dwarf artillerymen around them.

Although they were caught off guard by the ratmen's tunnel attack, the dwarves of the High Mountain Kingdom were clearly not to be underestimated.

They had anticipated that these treacherous little rats wouldn't engage in a fair fight with them, and five menacing squads of a hundred were charging toward the ambush of the ratmen.

Unlike ordinary dwarf warriors, they wear heavy plate armor on their shoulders and steel helmets on their heads, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes, and wielding two-handed heavy battle axes that are taller than two dwarves stacked together!

The sides of the axe blade are engraved with lines of inscriptions, waiting to be activated by the blood of enemies.

Their name is "Oath Warriors".

In Huangtong Pass, it was a name that struck fear into the hearts of countless cannibals who worshipped and destroyed it!

"kill--!"

At the command of the dwarven centurion leading the army, the Oath Warriors, wielding heavy battle axes, became like a steel meat grinder, mercilessly slaughtering the ratmen soldiers who charged to the front lines.

The war rat roared and charged at the group of dwarves wielding battle axes.

The two tanks collided.

A dozen or so heavily armored dwarves were sent flying like barrels of wine!
However, the war rats born from the Chaos Sacrifice also gained no advantage.

One after another, battle axes weighing over a hundred pounds cleaved its body, tearing its light gray fur apart!

The war rat let out a painful roar and twisted its fat body in an attempt to escape, but it was held fast by the hundred-man dwarf squad. No matter how much it struggled, it could not escape the rain of axe blades.

"Roar--!"

The dwarf centurion roared and plunged his short sword into the rat's right eye, before being flung onto the rat's back amidst the latter's mournful howl.

Grasping the giant war rat by the scruff of its neck, the dwarf centurion caught the dagger thrown by his comrade and slashed the fat rat's neck again and again until he finally pinned the struggling and rampaging monster to the ground.

The bloody battle continues!

Before the centurion could even celebrate his victory, he wiped the blood from his face and rejoined the battle, clashing with the ratmen soldiers pouring out of the tunnel.

Perhaps sensing an opportunity, or perhaps eyeing the dozen or so dwarven mortars and the supplies at the artillery positions, the clan rat warriors continued to charge forward, showing no intention of retreating.

However, this was exactly what the dwarves wanted.

They are not afraid of facing the ratmen face-to-face, but they are afraid of these little guys launching sneak attacks!

Rat extermination experts carrying flamethrowers and crossbows are on their way. Soon those little rats will see what true hell is like!
However, these brave dwarf warriors underestimated the number of ratmen and overestimated the marching speed of their brethren.

The two sides fought for a quarter of an hour, but the reinforcements from the rear were slow to arrive. Meanwhile, more and more rats were emerging from the tunnel, making it seem as if they were about to deploy a force of ten thousand men here!

The second war rat was summoned, and although it was eventually subdued by the highly skilled Oath Warriors, everyone showed signs of fatigue.

Just as the tide of battle was about to turn, a rapid sound of hooves suddenly came from not far away.

As they watched the rolling dust cloud approach, countless dwarves wore expressions of excitement.

They are cavalry from the Duchy of Campbell!
The citizen cavalry, galloping across the swamp, crashed into the flank of the battlefield like a meteor, sending countless ratmen soldiers flying backward like kicked pebbles.

The ratman centurion, in a panic, raised his long-handled sickle to turn around and fight back, but was struck in the chest by a lance, and half of his body turned into a cloud of blood mist and flew away!

The person in the lead was none other than Eileen Campbell!
She held a lance that shone with holy light in her hand, her gleaming breastplate looked majestic in the sunlight, and her eyes were sharp as knives, like a god descended to earth.

Seeing their commander killed in one blow, the ratmen were terrified and screamed in agony. The entire thousand-man squad collapsed and scattered in all directions!

"They're friendly forces!"

The centurion in command roared excitedly, leading his men to fight even more fiercely.

They swore to slaughter these ugly little rats and peel off their heads as trophies, hanging them on the castle of Hatred Peak as their medals!
As Campbell's cavalry joined the battle, the ratmen slingers on the edge of the battlefield vigorously swung their slings, hurling whistling stones in an attempt to kill the group of tall, strong men.

However, to the ratmen's surprise, all the stone projectiles they threw hit a milky white light screen and were then bounced away without any suspense, smashing their own brothers so badly that their brains splattered everywhere, and they fell to the ground howling in pain!
That is the legend of the late King Aaron Campbell, who was said to be blessed by the Holy Light and led his knights across the battlefield, never being harmed by stray arrows!
This legendary tale, which people talk about with great relish, was embodied in a miracle that could be touched after the death of Archduke Aaron Campbell, and was incorporated into the light of eulogy that embodies the faith of countless people!
The stones thrown by the ratmen using their slings were obviously less powerful than the arrows shot by the demon crossbowmen, and naturally could not penetrate the dazzling light barrier!
With the arrival of Campbell's citizen cavalry, the scales that had been tipping in favor of the ratmen tipped back in favor of the dwarves.

Seeing their allies being held back, the Green Forest Army, which had previously retreated into the forest through the tunnel, had no choice but to turn back and, under the command of their commander, gritted their teeth and charged into the smoke-filled battlefield.

Campbell's privates had finished loading and were waiting for them on their route of advance.

Not only the Campbellian privates, but also the "short-legged" soldiers who couldn't reach the artillery positions, stopped their support efforts under the orders of the dwarf officers and turned their flamethrowers and heavy crossbows towards the "Chaos Apostles" who were rushing out of the forest.

In principle, due to the ancient alliance, the dwarves of the High Mountain Kingdom will not attack humans on human territory.

But it's clear that these things that have sold their souls to Chaos can no longer be considered human!
"Fire!"

The dwarf centurion leading the flamethrower soldiers roared and was the first to pull the trigger.

His rock-solid shoulders swayed back, and then a thick, long stream of fire shot out from the muzzle of the cannon in his hand, splashing towards the Green Forest Army vanguard fifty meters away!
"Ahhh!!!"

Doused with scalding hot oil, the "green-turbaned" man at the front let out a scream and instantly turned into a human torch.

Seeing the miserable state of the soldiers in front, the Green Forest Army soldiers rushing behind were terrified and turned pale, but under the urging of their leader, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward.

"Don't be afraid of those dwarfs! Their pipes won't spray for long! Charge in and chop them to pieces! Cut off their heads as sacrifices to the great true God!"

A centurion roared, brandishing his longsword, no longer bothering to conceal himself.

Everyone sensed that this grand sacrifice had reached its final stage, and they would soon receive the blessing from the void and stand on a brand new stage as victors.

What they need to do now is not to hide themselves, but to prove their piety to their gods at all costs!

"For Urgos! For our Kelan!"

"kill!!!"

A deafening roar echoed across the battlefield as the mighty army charged towards the dwarves carrying flamethrowers.

Their judgment was correct; the dwarven fire-breathing soldiers did indeed have limited oil, which was basically exhausted after one round of spraying.

This thing wasn't originally meant to be used on the plains; to truly unleash its power, it had to be used in tunnels.

It can deplete the oxygen in the cave in an instant, suffocating the ratmen. Dwarves, on the other hand, can use their powerful breath-holding ability to hold their breath until they reach a place with oxygen.

However, while the charging green-turbaned warriors had anticipated the dwarves' limited oil supply, they forgot that standing there were not only dwarves, but also Campbellians who had been waiting for a long time.

The grenadiers standing at the front took the lead, throwing pottery cans filled with gunpowder into the Green Forest Army's ranks.

At the very same moment the deafening roar rang out, Private Campbell, who had set up his musket, pulled the trigger, and volleys of gunfire shot out thick tongues of fire, felling the dazed and disoriented rebels to the ground.

One volley of gunfire rang out in succession, and the high-spirited Private Campbell advanced in an orderly fashion amidst the acrid smoke, accompanied by the sound of war drums.

Although the fighting continues, it seems that taking the final victory is only a matter of time...

Near the distant artillery position, Eileen, holding a lance, grabbed the reins and stopped her warhorse, her brows furrowing slightly as she gazed at the distant smoke.

Noticing the worry on her face, Theresa rode her warhorse to her side and spoke respectfully.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

“Something’s not right.” Eileen pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice, “Rolandar has always avoided confronting us directly, so why is he suddenly being so generous today?”

Theresa: "Perhaps he's simply grown tired of the game of hiding and running?"

Erin shook her head.

“Theresa, I don’t want to think of our enemy as so stupid, especially after all the trouble he’s caused us before… He’s clearly a cunning rat.”

Simply put, she couldn't see any benefit in what he was doing.

Just as Eileen was pondering this, the originally clear sky suddenly turned gloomy.

A dark cloud, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, loomed over everyone's heads, accompanied by an immense pressure.

Eileen's heart sank suddenly, and she cast a bewildered glance into the woods ahead.

That breath...

So familiar!
When her father fought the Demon King of Thunder County, he briefly broke through the bottleneck of the Amethyst level with the power of the Utawarerumono and killed Reggie Dragon, thus creating the legend of Aaron Campbell!

However, at this moment, the aura wafting from ahead gave her the feeling that it was even above her father!

And unlike her father...

It was a terrifying power, as if it came from an abyss deeper than hell, and its existence was solely for the purpose of devouring all living beings!

Is it Roland Dahl?

Eileen's eyes were filled with astonishment.

She clearly remembered that the guy was only a diamond-level when they last fought!
How come in less than a month, he already possesses the aura that only a Purple Crystal level expert would have?!
Of course, that guy must have only recently broken through and wasn't yet proficient in controlling this power; otherwise, he could have concealed his aura even better and wouldn't have been seen through so easily.

However, another possibility cannot be ruled out—

He never intended to hide it.

A melodious voice suddenly rose from the bottomless dense forest, like the opening of a bard's hymn...

"Friends from the Duchy of Campbell, I am glad you care so much about your poor neighbor, but I wish you had come sooner..."

"If that's the case, maybe I can even buy you a drink!"

"Instead of chopping you into minced meat and throwing you into a pot."

(End of this chapter)