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Chapter 557-555: The Barrier Shatters, the Gate Opens (Please Subscribe)

The second to appear was a legendary swordsman. He came alone, his steps light, carrying only a longsword, giving off an air of aloofness and detachment from the world.

An atmosphere of profound stillness pervades the air, like an eternal slumber.

This is the Sword Saint of the Underworld!

On the continent of Herka, borrowing the power of hell and the abyss is common, even rampant. Many people with grudges don't mind using their worthless lives to try and gain a sliver of hope from hell or the abyss.

Very few people can borrow power from the underworld.

That is the final resting place of the soul, guarded by the legendary ancient god of death, Jag, whose belief is that the soul should fall into eternal sleep.

Rare does not mean nonexistent; those who can cultivate using the aura of the underworld can even achieve the goal of 'severing both the physical body and the soul'.

The Netherworld Sword Saint is such an existence that, even at the legendary level, he belongs to the category of those you should try to avoid provoking.

His appearance caused the legendary lich who appeared first to pause abruptly, his rampaging aura subsiding. He even nodded, as if to say hello.

The third legend had the most flamboyant entrance.

There is no air in the astral plane, so no sound can travel there, but he arrived playing a piccolo.

It was as if thousands of dead souls were guarding it, and phantoms appeared everywhere it passed. Even legendary experts had to hold their breath and concentrate their will to avoid being affected.

The newcomer was handsome and elegant, with bright yet world-weary eyes that exuded a unique charm that could captivate even the most sophisticated ladies, leaving them utterly infatuated.

This one is none other than the infamous dark profession, the Hellish Bard.

The fourth legend wasn't particularly remarkable; he had an ordinary appearance, an ordinary height, an ordinary mage's robe, and an ordinary staff...

Everything about him seemed ordinary; he was just an ordinary magician.

However, what tore open the spatial passage for him was a Baloro Demon, whose ferocious flames melted the space itself.
Leading the way were two six-armed serpent demons, their twelve abyssal longswords radiating a fierce aura.

He was riding the Abyss Minotaur, a close relative of the Minotaur in legend.

Beside him, massaging his shoulders and legs, were succubi from the abyss, each striking a seductive pose, their intentional or unintentional rubbing against him, making the man's blood boil.

This legendary mage is quite ordinary, but with this setup and entrance, even the Hell Bard can only sigh: Show-off!

Furthermore, I concede defeat!
Of course, the most domineering one has to be the fifth legend.

He rode in on a nightmare, and wherever he went, the void was trampled into a path of flames.

He wasn't wearing knight's armor, but rather a wrinkled gentleman's suit, a cowboy hat, a full beard, and an unkempt appearance with a weathered look in his eyes.

He didn't exude any aura and looked unremarkable. Even the other legends didn't notice his strength and showed expressions of curiosity.

However, as he approached and his gaze swept over him, a sudden burst of spiritual fire ignited within him.

The transformation from a mortal body to an immortal skeleton takes only a moment.

As his gaze swept over them, almost all the legends avoided eye contact, each one speechless, yet cursing inwardly.

This is Ghost Rider!
There's a saying: Heaven isn't all good people, and hell can also have its share of outcasts.

Some people die because of their sins and fall into hell, yet they can still hold onto justice and stay true to themselves.

They could potentially grow into Ghost Riders.

In terms of combat strength, Ghost Rider is by no means powerful. Moreover, due to the special requirements for becoming a Ghost Rider, most of them are job changers who have not undergone formal training and have obvious weaknesses.

However, they have a special skill: Soul Judgment!

Any sinful soul that meets the Ghost Rider's eyes will face judgment.

Only truly good people, who live their lives with integrity and a clear conscience, can face the judgment of their souls without fear.

Otherwise, they will all die with their souls petrified!

To be honest, even the Church of the Sun God might not be able to find such people. In the dark and evil camp, they are everywhere, and none of them can escape.

Everyone here is a legend; in other words, it's certain they're ruthless killers.

They absolutely dared not meet Ghost Rider's gaze; even legends were unwilling to confront such a rule-based secret technique.

This is just one of the two gathering points.

Elsewhere, at the same dimensional coordinates, a vampire duke appeared, his crimson domain vast and corrupting the space.

A mage from the abyss transformed himself into a hellish dragon and came flapping his wings.

Dark power rose from the half-dragon's body, transforming into a sea of ​​clouds that spread in all directions.

Legendary warriors transformed into tidal giants, wielding anchors, and each time they threw them, they created spatial tunnels.

It's not hard to see that this gathering consists entirely of legendary figures from the dark side.

They were originally powerful figures, each managing their own territory and living a carefree life.

They're legendary figures, so unless they've done something outrageous, even the Church of the Sun God has to give them some face and pretend they don't see it!
However, as the war intensified, natural disasters became commonplace, and even legends joined the fray, these dark legends became an unbearable hindrance.

Let them run wild. Everyone is afraid they'll cause trouble. If a really tough one comes, no force can withstand it!

But what if it involves fighting and killing?
Those are all legends, each with numerous tricks up their sleeves; they're not so easy to kill.
If they escape and return to retaliate, even the various empires would have a headache. Therefore, the best way is to coerce and entice them, using various means to get them to the battlefield.

The Empire was one thing, but the Allied Forces, with the Church of the Sun as their backer, had no qualms whatsoever.

But these dark legends, of course, were unwilling.

Who wants to go to that meat grinder-like battlefield and fight to the death?
Therefore, it's perfectly normal for them to set their sights on the demiplane.

Can't afford to provoke, can I still not hide?

This is the idea of ​​a group of dark legends!

As they gathered, a blue dragonhide contract emerged from the demiplane, on which the marks of the three legends were clearly visible.

Even so, each of them carefully examined the items once they fell into the hands of a legend, daring not to be negligent in the slightest.

Only after confirming that there are absolutely no problems will they sign their names and leave their mark.

That's why it's not progressing quickly.

……

Within the half-plane,

At Blood Moon Castle, the Dark Race, on the verge of eruption, has calmed down again. The reason is simple: the three legends have reappeared together once more.

As absolute powerhouses, their presence effectively suppressed restless hearts, making even those with ideas proceed with extreme caution.

Of course, suppressing internal conflicts does not mean the crisis is over.

Outside the magical barrier, the artillery fire from the Flower Territory Guard never ceased.

To be honest, the magical barrier set up by Blood Moon Castle is of an extremely high level.

It not only consumed many precious magical materials, but also connected the entire demiplane, with a nearly inexhaustible energy supply.

However, even with abundant energy, the damage to the structure and the relentless shelling caused immense destruction to this land.

If those intricate magic runes are damaged or displaced, the result will be poor circulation of elements.

It's fine if it happens occasionally.

But if too much damage accumulates, it's like an overused machine; you won't even know where it will break down!
It could be a loose wire, a screw, or a faulty connection in a section of wiring; once something goes wrong, it's difficult to repair!
Because just finding the problem takes a lot of time.

The magical barrier of Blood Moon Castle was like this; even though the leaders of the Toridor vampire clan organized dozens of repair teams, each responsible for a section, they could hardly reverse the decline.

This situation worsened rapidly after the ten tanks advanced and fired their cannons almost at the magic barrier.

There was no way around it; the direct firepower of the magic tank was too overwhelming. Because of the close range, the effects of the deflection field and damage reduction couldn't be utilized, leaving them with no choice but to fight back head-on.

Moreover, the tank crews take turns using various types of shells, making their firepower quite considerable.

After three days and four nights of continuous bombardment, the magical barrier of Blood Moon Castle finally gave way.

On the top floor of the ancient castle, three legends gathered.

Grand Duke Torid held a wand and waved it rapidly, gathering blood magic to continuously replenish the magic circle.

In the sky, cracks appeared on the hexagonal barrier. Although some were quickly repaired and the cracks were healed, many more cracked.

"It's beyond saving!"

"I just received news that all nine people who came have signed contracts."

"Therefore, Grand Duke Toredo, do not hesitate, open the door!"

Grand Duke Toledo paused, turned to look at the two legends he had invited, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"You still want to back out? Don't forget, there's a contract binding us!"

Grand Duke Toledo nodded and said, "Since you are sure, then I will grant your wish."

At that moment, he abandoned his efforts to repair the magical barrier, allowing the cannon fire to fall upon it.
Then, with a 'crunching' sound, it exploded with a bang.

The magic barrier has shattered!
At this moment, at the edge of the sky, where the demiplane barrier is located, two vortexes form and finally open the portal.

The legendary figures who arrived hesitated for only a moment before filing in.

Thus, the legend enters the scene.

But at this very moment, deep within the demiplane, beyond the plane, amidst the chaos, atop the altar.

The stone coffin trembled violently!

It was as if a tremendous force was pounding on the coffin lid from inside the stone coffin, trying to get out.

The stone coffin was sturdy; it didn't break even when it bounced on the spot.

As soon as the coffin lid was moved slightly, revealing a sliver, deep red blood demonic power seeped out, staining the entire chaotic area a different color.

P.S.: I rushed as fast as I could, but it was still past midnight. Sigh, my typing speed is terrible!
(End of this chapter)