Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 82: The Mage's Sorrow
In fact, they had time to evacuate, as the Sandstorm Emperor's marching speed was not fast.

One day and one night is enough for civilians leaving the city to pack up their belongings and evacuate calmly with their elderly and children.

In fact, most civilians have indeed left, and there are no people behind them, so they have more than enough time to evacuate.

But there are always some people who choose to stay. They seem to be influenced by Mr. Xiu's persistence, or some other factors, and choose to stay.

But when the demon army actually arrived at the city, everyone realized the cruelty of reality.

From the very beginning of the battle, the defenders were at an absolute disadvantage.

The scales of the desert monitors are harder than steel, and ordinary magic is like a tickle to them; Medusa's poisonous arrows will kill anyone who touches them, without even a chance of rescue.

At this time, the defensive fortifications on the city wall were like paper under the impact of the demon army.

"The left wing barrier collapsed!"

"The third arrow tower was completely destroyed!"

Bad news came one after another.

Seeing this, Xiu Lao had no choice but to take the first step. His cloudy eyes suddenly burst out with dazzling lightning, and his skinny body burst out with suffocating pressure at this moment.

His pale hair and beard moved without wind, his wrinkled hands formed an ancient thunder seal in front of his chest, and dense purple thunder patterns began to appear around his body.

Following the old man's long roar, the entire sky suddenly changed color.

The previously clear sky was instantly enveloped by roiling thunderclouds, and lightning energy from a radius of hundreds of miles converged frantically. Xiu Lao's emaciated body slowly floated into the air, and every inch of his skin began to flow with liquid lightning, transforming him into a purple sun.

[Forbidden Spell - Divine Meteoric Thunder Punishment]

In an instant, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning as thick as buckets struck down at the same time.

These lightning bolts were not the ordinary silver-white color, but a noble purple-gold color, and each one contained destructive power.

The first to suffer were the desert giant lizards that were ramming into the city walls. These behemoths didn't even have time to scream before they turned into charred skeletons in the lightning, and then even their skeletons crumbled into flying ashes.

The Medusa Legion suffered heavy casualties. They tried to fight back with the Petrifying Eye, but under the absolute crushing power, all resistance was futile.

One after another, the Medusas exploded in the lightning, their proud snake-like hair instantly carbonized in the high temperature, and the poisoned arrows spontaneously combusted before they were even shot.

In just three breaths, a large number of the originally aggressive demon vanguard troops were killed.

The stench of burning filled the battlefield, and the remains of demons were everywhere, emitting smoke.

The following forbidden thunder spell continued to wreak havoc, and purple-gold lightning snakes slithered across the battlefield, turning everything in their path into scorched earth.

The remaining demon troops retreated hastily, but were still caught up by the spreading lightning and turned into ashes amidst the shrill wails.

In the center of the thunderstorm, space began to distort, and fine black cracks appeared and disappeared, as if even the heaven and earth could not withstand this destructive force.

Just as the thunder and lightning were about to sweep across the main camp of the demon army, the sandstorm tornado that had been hovering behind the battlefield finally moved.

The Sandstorm Emperor snorted coldly and raised his hand to make a fist.

Instantly, the sandstorm tornado that had obscured the sky and sun suddenly contracted, transforming into a flowing wall of golden sand. This wall, seemingly thin and light, contained the power of imperial laws. Every grain of golden sand spun at high speed, forming a perfect defensive array.

"boom--!"

The purple thunder and golden sand collided with each other, causing a deafening roar.

Shockingly, the lightning, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter peaks, was completely blocked by the wall of golden sand. The lightning frantically streaked across the sand wall, unable to break through, ultimately dissipating unwillingly into the air.

"A mere thunderbolt, you dare to show off your power in front of this emperor?"

The figure of the Sandstorm Emperor slowly appeared, a flicker of contempt in his eyes. Then he suddenly raised his foot and stomped forward heavily.

This step seemed random, but it triggered a strange change in the world—

"boom!"

This kick seemed to strike the very lifeblood of the earth. In an instant, the entire battlefield trembled violently, the ground heaving and undulating like a boiling sea.

With the Sandstorm Emperor as the center, circles of earth waves spread out radially, and wherever they passed, the hard rocks shattered like tofu.

"Retreat quickly! The city wall is about to collapse!" General Zong Cejun shouted at the top of his lungs.

But it was too late.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the dozens of feet high east city wall collapsed, huge bricks fell like a rainstorm, and the rising smoke and dust went straight into the sky.

The hundreds of defenders stationed on the city walls didn't even have time to scream before they were completely engulfed by tens of thousands of tons of rubble.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the once majestic city walls were reduced to a pile of ruins. A few tattered flags sat lonely on the rubble, and occasionally a bloodstained arm could be seen protruding from the rubble, maintaining the posture of a final struggle.

The Sandstorm Emperor looked at the defenders struggling among the rubble without a trace of pity in his eyes, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants.

"To resist stubbornly is extremely foolish."

He slowly raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers again.

The wind element between heaven and earth was seen stirring wildly, and above the ruins of the broken city wall, a giant tornado that connected the sky and the earth suddenly formed.

The entire tornado was dark gold in color, and every wisp of wind contained a powerful destructive force. Wherever it passed, everything was distorted.

"No--!"

The General Strategy Army watched with rage as the tornado of destruction moved toward the breach in the city wall. Hundreds of military mages gathered there, having just survived the first wave of collapse, and were organizing defensive formations. However, before the might of the Emperor, all resistance seemed futile.

“Disperse!”

The warnings were drowned out by the roar of the storm.

The giant tornado was like an angry sand dragon, plunging into the mage formation. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The elemental shields held up by the high-level mages shattered like paper, and those carefully constructed defensive arrays could not last even for a second.

The mage was directly sucked into the storm, and his body disintegrated in the high-speed rotating sand; even a super-level mage turned into a bloody mist after struggling for a few seconds.

“Ahhhh—”

Screams rang out one after another, but were quickly swallowed up by the storm.

Wherever the tornado passed, the ground was scraped away three feet, leaving only shocking gullies. Blood mixed with dust, painting a cruel abstract painting on the ruins.

The Sandstorm Emperor watched the massacre indifferently, his right hand continuing to slowly press down.

The tornado continued to grow in power and began to move towards the city.

Xiu Lao was floating above the ruins, his old body trembling slightly.

His tattered robe fluttered in the strong wind. The surrounding area was filled with broken walls, shattered corpses, and blood-stained battle flags, forming a doomsday scene.

"Cough cough." A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He felt that his persistence seemed wrong. The struggle between humans and the demon empire was not on the same level. Why didn't he let these children evacuate in time?

(End of this chapter)