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Chapter 130 Blood-Red Sunset

Purgatory.

This was the first word that popped into Xiuqi's mind.

The once orderly checkpoint camp has now been transformed into a living hell.

The tent was torn apart, its fragments scattered across the ground. The campfire was trampled out, smoke rising from the embers. The wooden fence was smashed to pieces, broken planks stuck askew in the ground.

And on the ground—

Corpses were everywhere.

The corpses of soldiers, adventurers, and guild officials... some lay in pools of blood, some were nailed to fences, and some were torn to pieces and scattered everywhere.

The blood stained the earth red, gleaming with a dark red luster under the setting sun.

Flames crackled and popped as they burned on several tents. Thick smoke rose into the sky, mingling with the remnants of deep purple fireworks.

Screams, the clanging of metal, and the howls of demons echoed from the depths of the camp.

"No..." Blake murmured, his face pale and his hand holding the sword trembling.

Lynn opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Selena covered her mouth with both hands, her deep blue eyes filled with tears.

Cade and Allen exchanged a glance, both seeing the same emotions in each other's eyes: anger, grief, and a hint of disbelief.

Gareth's elite squad also fell silent.

Sim gripped his greatsword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The wanderer's eyes were sharp as knives, his gaunt face filled with murderous intent. A flash of blue light appeared in the young mage's eyes, a sign of surging magical power.

Leah took a deep breath and looked at Gareth.

Gareth didn't speak, but slowly raised his shield and gripped his longsword.

His gaze was fixed on the eerie figure in the center of the camp.

That was the most beautiful demon Xiuqi had ever seen in his life.

She was about six feet tall, with a slender and alluring figure, her curvaceous body encased in a set of exquisite dark red plate armor.

The plate armor was engraved with intricate patterns, and the edges were inlaid with dark gold runes, exuding a faint aura of darkness.

Her face was almost eerily beautiful—perfect features, fair skin, bright red lips, and a pair of deep purple, captivating eyes.

Those eyes didn't hold the madness and chaos commonly seen in demons, but rather a condescending, almost playful arrogance.

What is most striking is the pair of wings on her back.

It was a pair of enormous, blood-red wings. Each feather was like congealed blood, gleaming eerily in the setting sun.

Its wingspan is twenty feet when spread, and a gentle flap can stir up gusts of foul wind.

A long sword hung at her waist. The scabbard was also dark red, and a fist-sized black gem was inlaid at the top of the hilt. Deep within the gem, one could vaguely see countless painful faces struggling and wailing.

In her hand, she held a strange rope.

The rope was woven from countless tiny white bones, with its ends hanging to the ground. A dark purple light flowed across the surface of the rope, and it trembled slightly with her breath.

Entangled ropes.

Legend has it that this is one of the most terrifying weapons of the lust demon. Creatures bound by this rope will be trapped in endless dreams.

The soul was gradually devoured, eventually becoming part of the rope.

The lustful demon.

This is a name that Xiuqi read in the "Book of Demons"—a high-ranking demon of challenge level 12, a nobleman of the abyss, known for his beauty and cunning.

But the cold words in the book are far less impactful than even a fraction of the impact of the flesh and blood body before my eyes.

At this moment, the demon was standing on a high platform in the center of the camp, looking down at everything around it.

A faint smile played on her lips, as if the massacre before her was merely an amusing game.

Beside her stood another terrifying creature, its head held high.

Bagula the Ape Demon.

Challenge a level 5 mid-tier demon.

Standing upright, it is over ten feet tall and weighs at least a thousand pounds. Its appearance resembles that of a giant ape, but any ape appears docile and adorable in its presence.

Its entire body was covered with thick, dark brown fur, and its incredibly thick arms hung at its sides. When its palms were open, they were larger than an adult's head, and its fingertips were five black claws that were half a foot long, like five curved short swords.

Its head was enormous, with a low forehead and prominent brow ridges. Its eyes were a pure dark red, without pupils, only endless savagery and a bloodlust.

A remarkably human smile appeared on that face—evil, cruel, and full of mockery.

His legs were as thick as two siege pillars, with bulging muscles and prominent veins.

It was just standing there casually, but the ground beneath its feet was already cracked, with countless cracks spreading outwards from where it stood.

This nightmarish ape demon was scanning the slaughter below with its dark red eyes, letting out low, satisfied breaths.

Below them, eighteen Thorn Demons and six Beard Demons were wreaking havoc.

Xiuqi was already familiar with the Thorn Demons. At this moment, eighteen Thorn Demons formed a defensive line, firmly trapping the survivors of the camp in the center.

The Xumo is a demon that Xiuqi has never seen before.

They were much larger than Thorn Demons, standing over seven feet tall. Their entire bodies were covered in dark purple scales, the edges of which gleamed with an eerie green light.

More than a dozen tentacles dangle from its lower jaw, each as thick as an adult's arm, covered with barbs and suckers, and now they dance in the air as if they were alive.

Six daemons, six elite demons of Challenge Level 3, are slowly advancing.

Unlike the Thorn Demons, which go on a killing spree, they are like mobile meat grinders, tearing all life to shreds wherever they go.

A shield-wielding warrior raised his shield, attempting to block the claws of a daemon. The claws clashed against the shield, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Five deep claw marks appeared on the surface of the shield, and the metal edges were torn.

The shield-wielder staggered back, but the demon's other claw swept in. This time, there was no shield to protect him.

*Pfft*

Claws pierced his chest and emerged from his back. The shield warrior's body was raised high, blood dripping from the claws.

The demon opened its enormous mouth, letting out a low hiss, and then tossed the corpse aside.

The six daemons, like six killing machines, rampaged through the camp.

Blood, screams, death.

The adventurers and soldiers in the camp are putting up a last stand.

However, faced with 18 Thorn Demons of Challenge Level 2 and 6 Bearded Demons of Challenge Level 3, these veteran adventurers, more than half of whom lacked class ranks, were almost powerless to fight back.

A young warrior swung his longsword at the Thorn Demon, the blade leaving faint white marks on its dark red skin. The Thorn Demon's bone blade swept across, slicing open the warrior's chest, blood gushing forth.

An archer fired a silver-plated arrow, which pierced the tentacle of the daemon. The daemon felt no pain; another tentacle instantly wrapped around the archer's waist, lifted him high, and then slammed him to the ground.

A wanderer emerged from the shadows and thrust a short sword into the Thorn Demon's back. The Thorn Demon roared in pain, its tail spike piercing the wanderer's abdomen with lightning speed. The wanderer screamed and fell to the ground, torn to pieces by the swarm of demons.

massacre.

One-sided massacre.

Within this hellish realm, two other forces are struggling to hold on.

In the center of the camp, a mage dressed in a dark blue robe stood behind a makeshift defensive structure.

He held his staff high, its tip gleaming with a blinding blue-white light, and each spell he cast repelled any approaching demons.

That was an official of the association—the dark blue-robed mage that Xiuqi had met yesterday.

At this moment, his face no longer held its usual gentleness, but only a focused intensity that was almost ferocious.

Beside him, a four-person adventure team was fighting a desperate battle against a demon.

That was the first squad of the first regiment.

The team ranked second in team bounty and the squad ranked second in bounty.

The captain was a man in his thirties, about six feet tall, with a robust yet not bulky build. He wore a full suit of dark blue plate armor, the surface of which was covered with the marks of battle, but the knight's badge on his chest still shone brightly.

He held a two-handed greatsword in his hand, the blade about five feet long and a palm's width, with a pale blue light flowing across its edge.

At this moment, he is fighting two Thorn Demons alone.

He swung his greatsword, its light like a rainbow. Two Thorn Demons' bone blades slashed down simultaneously, but he parried them with exquisite swordsmanship. Then, he counterattacked, his greatsword sweeping across, severing the left arm of one Thorn Demon, dark red blood gushing out.

But there was no joy on his face.

Because he knew this was just the beginning.

Behind him, three teammates were fighting desperately.

A female ranger, dressed in dark green leather armor, holding a longbow.

Her archery skills were superb; every arrow struck the Thorn Demon's vitals with pinpoint accuracy. But she had to maintain control of the entire battlefield while dealing with the demon siege, and every draw of her bow was fraught with danger.

A middle-aged shield warrior, holding a huge tower shield, the shield covered with dents and cracks.

He stood at the forefront, protecting his comrades behind him with his body. Each time his shield blocked, it was accompanied by a loud clang of metal clashing and a violent impact on his arm.

A halfling wanderer, clad in brown leather armor and wielding twin blades, moved across the battlefield like a phantom, specifically targeting wounded demons.

The captain is a level 4 professional, and the other three teammates are all level 3 professionals. This is the strongest combat force in the entire camp.

But they can't hold on for long.

Everyone can see that.

Just then, the mage in the deep blue robe made a move.

He suddenly raised his staff, and the blue-white light at its tip instantly surged. He chanted an obscure incantation, each syllable containing terrifying magic.

The surrounding air began to distort, and arcane energy gathered wildly.

Then came a "Lightning Beam!"

The monk's voice was like the judgment of a god.

A dazzling blue-white beam of light burst forth from in front of his staff!

That wasn't ordinary lightning; it was a line of lightning, a hundred feet long and about five feet wide! Wherever the beam passed, the air was ionized, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The three Thorn Demons at the forefront were hit head-on by the beam of light.

Their bodies froze instantly, countless tiny sparks of electricity exploding on their dark red skin. Before they could even let out a painful roar, a powerful current had already pierced through their bodies.

They trembled violently, then collapsed with a thud, still emitting wisps of smoke.

The two bearded demons were also swept by the beam of light.

Their massive bodies convulsed violently in the electric current, their four tentacles flailing uncontrollably. They emitted piercing hisses, cries of agony.

Although it didn't fall like the Thorn Demon, it was paralyzed and temporarily lost its ability to move.

"good!!!"

A deafening cheer erupted in the camp.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers and adventurers on the verge of collapse had their eyes rekindled with hope.

"The Mage is mighty!"

"Kill them!"

"Hold on! Reinforcements are coming!"

Cheers erupted, and morale was ignited at that moment.

Xiuqi squinted, looking at the lightning beam that had not yet completely dissipated.

"He can skillfully cast the 3rd-circle Evocation spell Lightning Beam..." he calculated in his mind, "Judging from this, that mage is at least a level 5 professional, or even higher."

Third-level spells fall into the category of mid-level spells. A mage who can skillfully cast third-level spells is at least a level 5 professional.

Judging from the ease and precision with which he cast the spell, he has likely reached level 6 or even higher.

This is the power of a mage.

A third-level spell, though not killing the two beard demons, instantly changed the course of the battle. Three thorn demons fell heavily wounded, and two beard demons were slightly injured and paralyzed, completely disrupting the demons' offensive rhythm.

The soldiers of the first squad seized the opportunity and launched a counterattack.

The captain plunged his sword into the throat of a Thorn Demon, ending its life. The ranger unleashed a barrage of arrows, forcing back two more Thorn Demons that tried to approach.

The shield warrior and the wanderer worked together to suppress a paralyzed beetle.

"There's a chance!" someone shouted.

"We can win!"

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

But just as this hope began to rise—

Then, the succubus simply turned his head slightly and looked at the Bagula ape demon beside him with his dark red eyes.

Just a glance.

But in that instant, the Bagula Ape Demon seemed to receive the clearest instructions.

It moved.

The ape demon grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

It didn't charge directly, but instead took a few steps to run up first.

Those few steps struck the ground, cracking it and sending pebbles flying. Each step caused the entire camp to tremble slightly, like a small earthquake.

Then, it leaped into the air.

That was a terrifying scene.

Its massive body, weighing over a thousand pounds, leaped into the air like a small mountain.

Its legs burst forth with astonishing power, stomping a deep crater in the ground, and then its entire body flew forward like a cannonball.

Forty feet.

It leaped across a distance of forty feet in one bound.

That's a distance that would take an ordinary human several seconds to run across, but he covered it in a single leap.

The ape demon's body traced a terrifying arc in the air, then exploded!

It crashed down like a meteorite, landing ten feet in front of the monk.

The ground trembled violently, and cracks spread outwards from the point of impact.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

The ape demon slowly straightened up, its eyes burning with dark red flames staring down at the mage, its lips still bearing that anthropomorphic, wicked smile.

"careful!!!"

Numerous exclamations rang out simultaneously.