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On the Demon Hills, jagged rocks piled up to form a massive stone wall resembling a city wall.

The Demon Lord Balzac, the Slaughter Demon Lord, stood atop it like an iron tower, his bloodshot giant claws gripping the demonic sword that symbolized his authority.

A pair of scarlet eyes burning with hellfire were fixed on the boiling battlefield in front of him.

That place was the meat grinder where the Night's Watch's elite forces clashed fiercely with his demonic legions.

Right where Balzac's gaze fell, the battle between the Night's Watch and the demons had reached a fever pitch.

However, what truly threw the demon army into disarray and enraged Balzac was not the Night's Watch warriors themselves.

Despite being clad in the heavy armor of the [Bastion Oath] and wielding the [Abyss Arbiter] blade, they skillfully coordinated to divide and annihilate the returning demons, while the roar of the [Miniature Holy Light Hand Cannon] continuously exploded with holy flames among the demon horde.

What was truly deadly was the army of heroic spirits that appeared out of nowhere, composed of pure order and divine energy.

The Radiant Knights, like a torrent of light bursting its banks, rode lightforged chocobos and held aloft holy spears of the same origin as [Radiant Oath], forming an indestructible "Holy Piercing Array".

Each charge was like a red-hot iron piercing butter, instantly tearing apart and purifying the flesh and blood defense line composed of inferior demons and horned demons, leaving only charred marks and rising foul odors.

The knights shouted, "In the name of the Oath of Light, purify the darkness!" The divine pressure swept across the battlefield like a tangible tsunami, and wherever it passed, low-ranking demons turned to ashes before they even had time to wail.

The sky is the domain of the Radiant Archer.

They hovered above the battlefield with wings of light that leaped like flames on their backs, and with each draw of their sacred great bows, hundreds and thousands of tracking spears fell with precision like a meteor shower.

The light spear not only pierced the berserker's lava skin and the Flomo's tough wings, but also seemed to have eyes, drilling into the holes of the rock fortress and blasting the shadow lurking inside into dust.

They chanted in unison, unleashing a "purifying rain," a warm shower of light that soothed the Night's Watch warriors' wounds and dispelled the corrupting chaotic energy.

When it falls on a demon, it's like scalding acid, burning its skin and tearing its flesh, causing it to let out a shrill scream.

The defenders of the sacred oath are like a moving steel bulwark.

Clad in heavy armor inscribed with life runes, and wielding massive energy shields and warhammers, they formed an impregnable defensive line on the flanks and rear of the Night's Watch forces.

The demon's claws and lava fireballs bombarded the light shield, creating ripples, but they could not shake it in the slightest.

Even more terrifying is that they can not only block, but also transform some of the chaotic energy contained in the attack into pure holy shock, which is then violently rebounded, blasting the unsuspecting demons to smithereens.

At the same time, emerald green vines spread out from beneath their feet, entangling the wounded and fallen Night Watch warriors, rapidly healing their wounds, and even converting the blood and flesh energy emanating from nearby demons into life force to infuse the warriors' bodies.

They are the strongest support on the battlefield, allowing the Night's Watch warriors to charge forward without any worries.

With the coordinated efforts of these three heroic forces, coupled with the Night's Watch warriors' own bravery and superior equipment, the demonic aggression was shattered as if crashing into a reef.

The light of order advanced and spread across the scorched, filthy land at a visible speed.

"What are those souls?"

Balzac's voice was like rolling thunder, filled with offended rage and incomprehensible confusion.

He was not a mindless berserker. As a lord under the Blood Demon, known for his war strategy, he possessed a rare strategic vision.

Upon discovering the Night's Watch's intention to launch a surprise attack from the rear, he immediately slowed down the offensive on the front lines, redeployed elite forces, and even temporarily summoned reinforcements from the rear, intending to block them layer by layer and wear down this isolated force through a war of attrition.

His strategy should have worked.

Even the most elite Night's Watchmen are still made of flesh and blood, and faced with endless waves of demons, their casualties are indeed heavy.

Normally, such a huge loss would be enough to break the morale of any army, drastically reduce its combat effectiveness, and ultimately force it to retreat.

Balzac didn't even expect to annihilate them all; he knew all too well the Night's Watch's terrifying resilience.

However, reality slapped him hard in the face.

The Night's Watch suffered a staggering number of casualties, but their morale did not falter; instead, they displayed even greater courage in the face of adversity.

This forced Balzac to take a more drastic measure—dispatching one of his demon lords to personally lead the attack. This initially worked, with the five Night's Watch teams locked in fierce battles on different fronts, facing perilous situations.

Then, that damned "sharp gun" appeared.

As a level 15 legendary demon, Balzac had one foot in the realm of gods, so he naturally recognized at a glance what those spears radiating terrifying order fluctuations were—divine artifacts.

It belongs to the savior Kana, whom the Blood God considers a thorn in his side.

He was filled with shock and anger. It was understandable that the Night's Watch, as the kin of Kana, could use artifacts, but no matter how powerful the artifacts were, sending a few more legendary demons could always suppress them.

But who could have imagined that these divine spears could summon such a terrifying army of heroic spirits?

These beings, formed by the fusion of the souls of the fallen heroes and divine artifacts, are themselves embodiments of order and possess a natural resistance to the abyssal aura.

They were fearless and coordinated perfectly as one, carrying with them a powerful divine might that instantly made up for the Night's Watch's losses and even elevated the entire team's combat power to a new and terrifying level.

This can't go on any longer.

Alarm bells rang in Balzac's mind.

The numerical advantage of the demons was greatly weakened on the narrow contact surface, and the Night's Watch troops, protected by the heroic spirits, were like red-hot drills.

He is resolutely heading towards the core—the Demon Highlands where he is located.

Once they break through the defenses and reach the high ground, the punishment from the will of the abyss will be unbearable for him.

“Greek”.

Balzac's voice carried an unquestionable decisiveness.

"Give the order. All demon lords, abandon all hope and launch a full-scale attack. Crush them at all costs. If these lackeys of order are allowed to set foot on the high ground, the wrath of the abyss will be borne by all of us."

The order was conveyed swiftly.

Those demon lords who had originally intended to conserve their strength and coast along felt a chill run down their spines when they sensed the cold gaze of the abyss's will in Balzac's words.

There's nothing we can do; the Abyss doesn't care about any of that. They are indeed here, and they are indeed one of the leaders of the demons in this war.

This time, however, the Abyss wouldn't care about such things; it only cared about the result. The defeat in the war was their defeat, and they would surely be punished by the Abyss. No longer daring to be negligent, they roared with bloodlust and personally led their most elite guards to the battlefield.

Balzac's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, fixed on the figure charging at the forefront, dazzling like a golden sun—Lelia, the Night's Watch general.

As long as this key figure is eliminated, the team's momentum will inevitably be dampened.

"You are the one."

Balzac grinned maliciously, and his enormous bat wings suddenly unfurled, blotting out the sky.

His massive body soared into the sky, and he raised the enormous demonic sword, which was wrapped in ominous blood light and seemed to be forged from countless tormented souls, high in his hand.

He descended like a meteor, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through space and a destructive pressure, his target being Lelia.

"You laughable ants, die!"

The crimson demonic sword, carrying immense force, tore through the air and slashed down.

This strike, imbued with the terrifying power of Balzac's level 15 legendary demon, had already cracked the ground with its violent pressure even before the sword arrived, forcing the surrounding warriors and demons to retreat.

At the critical moment, Leilia let out a clear battle roar, and the [Sun Soul] battle axe in her hand burst out with a dazzling golden-red light, fiercely meeting the attack from below.

"clang--..."

The deafening metallic explosions echoed across the battlefield.

Where the axe blade clashed with the demonic sword, a visible circular shockwave erupted, mixed with holy golden flames and filthy blood light, instantly sending low-level demons and warriors within dozens of meters flying backward, coughing up blood.

The ground was blasted open, creating a huge crater, and smoke and dust filled the air.

In the center of the giant crater, Leilia was deeply embedded in the ground, her arm muscles bulging, her [Sun Warrior] desperately holding back the blood-red demonic sword that seemed capable of splitting mountains.

The rocks beneath her feet shattered inch by inch, but her body stood firm as a rock, her golden-red fighting spirit burning fiercely around her, rivaling the abyssal demonic flames emanating from Balzac.

In the midst of the struggle, Balzac's hideous demonic face drew closer, his blood-red eyes gazing down at Lelia at close range, his voice low and carrying a strange, alluring quality, as if echoing from the abyss:
"Amazing strength, mortal. Your bravery is worthy of praise even in the abyss. To withstand my sword is something to be proud of."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning cold and malicious: "Unfortunately, your fate was already sealed. Your soul and your power will ultimately be swallowed by the abyss, becoming the cornerstone beneath the throne of our Lord, the Blood God."

Leilia gritted her teeth, struggling against the terrifying pressure from the sword, her eyes burning with an indomitable flame.

Balzac continued to whisper, his voice like the flicking of a viper's tongue.

"Look around you, mortals. The power of the abyss is boundless, and you will eventually be exhausted. How long can your god, Kana, protect you?"
"Why not... fall? Your bravery and fighting spirit have won the favor of my lord, the Blood God. If you are willing to offer your loyalty, the abyss will grant you power far beyond the mortal realm and eternity."

"You will become the most powerful war general under the Blood God, commanding the legions of the Abyss. Isn't that a thousand times more glorious than eking out a living under that hypocritical order?"

Every being under the Blood God's command has the same thought when they see Lelia.

How wonderful it would be if the other party also became a vanguard officer under the Blood God?

The opponent was born to be a brave warrior under the command of the Blood God, and should lead the Blood God's followers and troops to slaughter lives.

That was indeed the outcome in the game in the past.

However, reality has already deviated from it; it had deviated from it from the very beginning.

Leilia herself knew that her warlike nature had always attracted the attention of the Blood God.

This also made her harbor a deep-seated hatred for the Blood God and anger towards any demon who dared to bring up the matter.

"Shut up, you filthy abyssal maggot." Leilia's anger was completely ignited, and her golden pupils seemed to spew out tangible flames.

"Glory? To pledge allegiance to you scum who only bring destruction and pain? To kneel before that so-called 'Blood God' who has devoured countless worlds and is stained with the blood of innocents? Is this the 'glory' you speak of? It is the greatest desecration of the word 'glory'."

Her words were like a red-hot iron, striking Balzac's face hard.

"You lackeys of the abyss will never understand what it means to protect or sacrifice. Our homeland, our loved ones, our future—how dare you, such filthy creatures, covet them?"
"You want me to betray you? Dream on. I, Lelia, mean Night's Watch. Anyone who dares to oppose the world will be destroyed. Today, I will use your head to pay tribute to my fallen brothers and to proclaim the defeat of the Abyss."

"Get out of my way."

With this soul-shaking roar, the power of the [Sun Warrior] within Leilia erupted.

On the golden-red battle axe, it was as if a miniature sun had suddenly exploded.

Unparalleled force and a scorching, divine impact erupted from the axe blade like a volcanic eruption.

Balzac felt an overwhelming force mixed with excruciating pain that burned his soul emanating from the demonic sword. His massive body was so shaken that he staggered back several steps, and the demonic sword was sent flying high into the air.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Leilia was enveloped in "radiant sunlight." A blinding golden-red light spread violently from her center, instantly dispelling the surrounding smoke and demonic energy, illuminating the entire giant pit as if it were daytime.

She stepped out of the deep pit, the rocks beneath her feet melting, her figure transforming into a golden-red streak of light that tore through space. With the resolute will to sever everything, the [Sun Soul] slashed fiercely at Balzac.

"court death."

Balzac, filled with shock and rage, steadied himself and charged forward with his demonic sword, which carried a towering wave of blood.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The battle between the two top experts escalated instantly.

Each clash between the axe and the sword was like a thunderclap, and the power of the rules began to manifest, distort, and shatter in the core area of ​​their confrontation.

The sacred, golden-red flames clashed and annihilated the filthy, viscous waves of abyssal blood, creating a devastating energy storm. Space was torn apart by tiny black cracks, and the earth groaned and churned as it collapsed and rose.

The scattered fragments of rules, like invisible blades, instantly shredded any unlucky soul who dared to approach this area—whether demon or Night's Watch warrior—into a bloody mist.

This area instantly transformed into a death furnace that even legendary powerhouses dared not easily set foot in.

Those with slightly weaker strength were all horrified and desperately tried to keep their distance, fearing that they would be swept into that terrifying turbulent flow of rules and be left with nothing but bones.

Only the intense golden-red and blood-black light flickered wildly at the center of the storm, signifying that this decisive battle had entered its most brutal and heated phase. (End of Chapter)