Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 187 Breakthrough! Level !
Massacre! Massacre is the only word to describe this war!
Kill! Kill! Kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill!

The Crusaders kept on advancing and slaughtering!

Smash heads, pierce hearts, tear limbs apart, and turn all demons you see into corpses!

Whether it is a top-level demon or an ordinary demon, there is no difference in front of the Crusaders.

The demons screamed, wailed, and fled, and the army of millions became a rout, fleeing in the opposite direction.

"Blood sacrifice to God! Skull sacrifice to the God's throne!"

The Crusaders caught up with the deserters and smashed their heads with wild laughter. Brains and blood spurted out, and together with the corpses, they covered the plateau with a carpet of flesh and blood.

The white army continued to advance, leaving behind one pure white skeleton after another.

The black army continued to shrink, dropping piece after piece of black flesh paste.

Fanatical believers grow stronger through constant battle.

The more demons you kill, the stronger your power will be, and you will become a nobler angel after ascending to heaven.

This cruel belief turned every knight of the Crusades into a bloodthirsty and brutal butcher. Some knights even continued to carry out their original will - to slaughter demons - after their inner demons broke out.

"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? Five hundred thousand top-level experts? Even Chaos cannot create so many experts!"

Death was terrified.

On the highest floor of Castlevania, between the thrones.

The Grim Reaper consulted the soul's memory.

Compared with the Crusaders, the only advantage the Monster Legion has is numbers.

Except for Wen Lie, no one else can destroy the soul. After the monster dies, the soul will return to Demon Castle.

Those ghosts are souls themselves, and are set to be the vengeful spirits of humans who died tragically in Castlevania. As long as Dracula is alive, they will be resurrected even if they are destroyed.

However, the God of Death was not at all happy about the advantage in numbers. Judging from the memories read from the soul, the Crusaders were not enemies that could be defeated by numbers.

There are 500,000 top-level warriors, all of whom are fanatics who are willing to sacrifice their lives at any time to gain powerful strength in a short period of time. Only more than 20 people are needed to severely damage the Demon King.

To defeat the Crusaders, at least ten thousand demon kings are needed!

Or, by Dracula himself.

However, when Death learned the true strength of the Crusaders and planned to ask Dracula for help, it was too late.

Walking on the ground covered with corpses and shouting the name of God, the white march eroded the black world, crossed half of Transylvania, and finally arrived at Demon City.

Wen Lie kicked open the city gate and rushed in aggressively ahead of the other knights.

"Human, don't be so arrogant!"

As you step into the Demon Castle, a spear wrapped in thunder will smash down on your head. The vast magic power will fill the space, even giving you the illusion of dragging the space forward.

The terrifying force oppressed Wen Lie's spirit.

Great guy!
Very strong! Very strong! Very strong! Stronger than Dracula!
The power of this attack surpasses Wen Lie's strength.

The sense of impending death gripped Wen Lie's body, and his skin turned pale, without a trace of blood.

Genes were like gluttons. Under the stimulation of death, they devoured all the warm ripple energy.

Unable to find sufficient ripple energy, the genes began to devour Wen Lie's vitality.

In just a blink of an eye, 30% of his vitality was exhausted.

However, even after consuming so much energy, the evolved genes could not reach the same level as the attacking demon.

If this continues, Wen Lie will turn into a skeleton in three seconds.

At the critical moment, Wen Lie used the only killer move that could break the deadlock.

"Holy Axe!"

Twelve balls of light emerged from behind Wen Lie, and a small axe like a work of art floated out from the light ball. In an instant, it turned into a giant axe ten times larger than the spear and was raised high into the sky.

"The holy object is shattered!"

Five thousand red hearts were injected into the Holy Axe. This number was the minimum expenditure to unleash the potential of the holy object, and it also accounted for most of Wen Lie’s savings.

The giant axe shone brightly, releasing an immense power that shattered the magic that filled the space.

This heavy axe does not have the power of wind and thunder, nor can it trigger the power of ice and fire. It only displays pure and incomparable violence.

The absolute violence is enough to suppress the powerful demigod!

"boom!"

The giant axe smashed the spear into pieces, and the violent explosion whistled in all directions. Wherever the storm passed, cracks appeared on the walls, ground, and ceiling of the Demon Castle.

The owner of the spear could never have imagined that there was a human being in the world who could smash his spear with a single axe. Even Richter a hundred years ago did not have such a great ability.

The holy axe that smashed the cone spear was swung smoothly towards the head of the ten thousand year old demon god Galamoth, ripped Galamoth's belly open, and smashed the dragon face into pieces. The power bursting out from the axe blade shook Galamoth's brain out, and white and red liquid changed the color of the dark castle.

"what!"

Galamos screamed.

"Woo!"

Wen Lie had a splitting headache.

The side effects of shattering a holy object are too great. A holy object below grade A will shatter within three times even with the lowest output.

Although the endurance of holy objects above A-level is much different from that below A-level, they will also be seriously damaged if the output is too great.

In the past, Wen Lie had never thought of using the holy object to crush the condensed holy weapon.

This time, he was so hot-blooded that he swung the axe without thinking. Although it dealt a heavy blow to the ten-thousand-year-old demon god Galamos, his own holy axe was also damaged. The structure of the holy axe came from Wen Lie's spiritual light, and this axe also damaged Wen Lie's spiritual light.

However, although both sides seemed to be injured, Wen Lie's injury was only a hidden danger and had no impact on the battle at this time. Galamos' injury was more serious and directly affected his current condition.

Wen Lie quickly took out the Holy Grail and drank up the liquid inside. The huge amount of energy replenished his body with nutrients and restored the color of his skin.

However, one-thirtieth of this replenished energy disappeared in just one second.

The level of genetic evolution is too high, and on this kind of battlefield, it has reached a fatal point!

"Crush the relic! Spin! Charge!"

Wen Lie ignored his physical condition.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, expelling all the emotions that emerged from his brain.

All distracting thoughts are cleared away, and only the instinct to fight remains.

The Spear of Destiny spun in the palm of his left hand, and the highly compressed ripples emanated a golden lightning that dissolved the darkness of the Castle of Demons. A vortex of intense light filled the spacious main hall, sweeping the decorative candlesticks, stone carvings, and portraits into the ripples' stormy flow, instantly shattering them into dust. Even a layer of the solid wall was scraped away.

"Don't think about it!"

Galamos was, after all, a demigod-level warrior. He realized that Wen Lie needed to build up momentum for his attack. This ten-thousand-year-old demon god supported his broken body, raised a ring blade in his right hand, and rushed towards Wen Lie.

This demon attacked extremely quickly. Although he was seriously injured, his remaining strength was still at the level of a demigod.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Lie was about to die at the hands of Galamos.

"In the name of God!"

The premise is that Wen Lie is alone, not with 500,000 fanatics.

More than a dozen Crusaders rushed over from Wen Lie's surroundings, some raised their fists, some brandished swords, and some directly controlled their blood as weapons, and killed Galamos fearlessly.

A bright knife light flashed before Wen Lie's eyes, hot blood splattered out, and the Crusaders were struck by lightning and fell out at the same time.

Facing Galamos's ring blade, the bodies of nine crusaders were cut in half, and only four crusaders survived.

Galamos's ring blade was intercepted by the Crusaders and delayed in the air.

This delay is Wen Lie's opportunity.

"The Spear of Destiny that Judges!"

The dazzling vortex of light engulfed Galamos's huge body, and the Spear of Destiny burst out with terrifying power and blasted forward, forcibly knocking away Galamos's ring blade and nailing Galamos's abdomen.

The holy power of the Spear of Destiny broke down Galamos's defense, and the atomic-level lethality decomposed Galamos's muscles. The tip of the spear penetrated into his body fiercely, releasing a powerful impact force that knocked Galamos away.

Wen Lie pursued him relentlessly, holding Durandal with his free left and right hands.

"The blade shines, praising three miracles. The peerless sword Durandal is here!"

A huge ripple energy poured into the holy sword, and white sword light spread out from the tip of the sword, forming a forty-meter-long sword.

The miraculous light burst out and hit Galamos' chest. The continuously rising power pushed Wen Lie's body to its limit.

The muscles gradually broke into pieces, the blood slowly dried up, and the hard bones exploded because they could not withstand the force.

Thousands of bone fragments flew out, turning Wen Lie's internal organs into a hornet's nest.

The rich blood flowed upstream and rushed into Wen Lie's brain, and his bright eyes turned red due to congestion.

A desperate strike! In this clash, one person must die!
"How could such a monster be born among humans? A mere human? A lowly human?"

"Jesus Christ? There's no other explanation other than He's God's chosen one?"

"Lord Beelzebub, Lord Balor, please save Lord Galamos first."

At this moment, three voices sounded in Wen Lie's ears.

Like the sea on a stormy night, it devours all living things, brings intense fear to the living, and makes the living tremble with excessive fear instinct.

Three terrifying demons walked into the hall, their massive presence filling the air like solid marble.

The ferocious gaze fell on Wen Lie, carrying a terrifying power, depriving Wen Lie of his vitality bit by bit, making Wen Lie's mind dull, his soul inactive, and his body weak.

He was dying, feeling death.

The inevitable death extinguished Wen Lie's life.

The intense feeling of fatigue made Durandal in his hand feel heavy.

Wen Lie's eyelids slowly drooped. He tried his best to open his eyes, only to see the thousand-year-old demon god Galamos in front of him showing him a hideous smile, which was full of sarcasm.

"Fuck you! I'm going to explode on you!"

Nameless anger rose up, Wen Lie's eyes became hot, and strong murderous intent and anger radiated from his eyes.

How could he die like this?

How can you die so easily?

How can we not take the enemy with us to die?

Crazy rage dominated Wen Lie's brain, his blood was burning, the overloaded breathing tore his throat, sparks came out of the simulated fish gills behind his ears, and the sudden explosion tore open his scalp, spilling scarlet blood.

The scorching heat burned Wen Lie's body, and in just one second, his body temperature reached a terrifying height.

The red skin radiated heat all around, and the high temperature evaporated the moisture in the air, raising the temperature of the Demon Castle to over a hundred degrees.

In an instant, a huge amount of energy was born from the flesh and blood.

Energy that was dozens of times more powerful filled the cells. At this moment, every cell of Wen Lie, every pair of genes, every muscle, every drop of blood, every bone... his body seemed to have turned into a sophisticated machine, adjusting the body's structure to the most efficient frequency.

An invisible force erupted from Wen Lie's brain. This force was like a solid barrier, pushing away the gaze that was filled with death.

The big hand that seemed to be extinguishing the fire of life gradually loosened. Although it was only a very small arc, it made Wen Lie feel a sense of unrestrained freedom.

Seizing this moment of freedom, Wen Lie's legs crushed the floor, and his body crashed into the ten thousand year old demon god Galamos like a missile.

Durandal thrust the holy sword forward, cut through Galamoth's body, and thrust the sharp blade into him.

The downward slash suddenly split Galamos's upper body, and the white sword light shone through his body, almost splitting Galamos' body in half.

The smelly blood splashed all over Wen Lie, and broken pieces of flesh poured out from Galamos's abdomen, covering Wen Lie like a small hill.

In front of the hill of flesh and blood, Galamos' pupils grew dim and his huge body fell backwards.

The ten thousand year old demon god Galamos died at this moment.

"Galamos!"

Shouts of astonishment rang out, and the expressions of the three terrifying demons froze.

A powerful person who could compete for the title of King of the Demon Realm was defeated just like that?
"The sacred fire! He lit the sacred fire!"

The most shocked was Barol.

This king of the Fomor is the evil god in Celtic mythology.

According to legend, he has two eyes, one of which is always tightly closed, with his eyeball invisible. It takes the strength of four strong men to lift his eyelid. If this tightly closed eye is opened, anyone who is hit by his gaze will die instantly, regardless of whether they are human or god.

The vicious gaze that was directed at Wen Lie just now came from Barol.

Any mortal who is not a god, even the strongest one, will die within seconds when facing Barrol's gaze.

It could be called a sneak attack, and there would be no mistakes.

But at that moment, Barrol felt that his gaze was resisted, a resistance from the fire of the soul, or the divine fire.

(End of this chapter)