I can evolve everything

Chapter 118 The Curtain Falls

At the same time, at the Northern Fortress.

Inside the [Eternal Flame] magic circle hall, hidden several thousand meters underground, the two sides remained deadlocked.

Hughes Bloodhoof stood at the front of the hall, his skull turning slightly as he slowly repaired the wound caused by a halberd slash that had grazed his cervical spine.

He gripped the short sword, a highly concentrated cloud of black mist rapidly gathering at its tip.

In that very second, Hughes seemed to sense something.

His pupils contracted slightly.

The body paused for a rare moment.

Bishop Clement, who had been observing Hughes to the best of his ability, also clearly saw this scene.

The thin black line that pierced through layers of rock from the north and connected to Hughes's back snapped without warning.

The continuous energy supply was unilaterally cut off, and the remaining energy of the thin thread quickly dissipated into the air, merging into nothingness.

The small piece of skin and bone that Hughes had just had cut off by the halberd had stopped healing and remained in a damaged state.

The black mist, which normally takes only half a second to reform, remained completely still.

Hughes was emitting a series of grinding sounds from his entire body. He even ignored the powerful enemy in front of him and turned his head directly, his empty eye sockets staring intently at due north.

"Who killed my dire wolf king?"

Hughes no longer sounded so composed; instead, he seemed unusually annoyed.

He lost his ability to heal infinitely.

Roderick keenly noticed Hughes's unusual behavior, his gaze quickly sweeping over the unhealed gap in the skull.

"The energy has stopped." Clement pressed his hands on the codex. Seeing this, perhaps due to excessive excitement, he couldn't hold on any longer and coughed up a mouthful of blood. "He can't keep recovering forever."

Roderick wasted no time confirming the good news.

He swiftly stepped forward, his broadsword thrusting with pinpoint accuracy. Roderick's life energy erupted in full force, the extreme cold freezing the moisture around the blade. The blade aimed directly for Hughes's cervical vertebrae.

Hughes swung his short sword to parry.

A dull metallic clanging sound rang out.

Without the infusion of endless energy, Hughes's power weakened. Another crack appeared on the surface of the broken sword.

Karen cut directly into the battlefield from the right.

The old knight's steps were steady and powerful, his hands gripping the greatsword tightly. He channeled his life energy into his arms, and the greatsword swept out with the force of a thunderbolt.

Hughes tried to back away to avoid it.

The two high mages behind them simultaneously unleashed their long-prepared spells.

Two high-level [Gravity Binding] spells landed beneath Hughes' feet, instantly increasing the gravity field tenfold, pinning Hughes' legs firmly to the spot.

At the same time, Karen's greatsword slammed heavily into Hughes' left shoulder blade.

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the hall.

Hughes' left shoulder was completely shattered, and his entire left arm detached from his torso and fell to the floor.

Unlike the countless times that had killed Hughes before, this time there was no surge of black mist, nor did the severed limbs rapidly regenerate during the one or two-second gap in the attack.

Roderick followed closely behind.

Taking advantage of the opening in Hughes's wound, the broadsword pierced straight into his chest cavity.

The sword tip emerged from his back, and frost spread rapidly along his bones, freezing the rest of Hughes' body.

Three high-ranking knights from the Inquisition raised their halberds and thrust simultaneously from three directions.

Three halberds pierced through Hughes' knees and right abdomen, respectively.

Hughes was pinned to the floor.

He lost.

The dark gold skull hung low, staring at the sharp weapons embedded all over its body.

The light in his eyes had become very faint.

"You've lost, Hughes." Roderick gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and twisted it forcefully, trying to completely crush his opponent's cervical spine.

Hughes suddenly let out a short laugh: "I only failed once."

He raised his only remaining right hand and crushed a pure black crystal from his black robe.

An extremely violent spatial turbulence instantly exploded in the center of the hall.

The spatial blockade set up by the two great mages was forcibly torn open by this energy, creating a gap.

Hughes's body rapidly weathered and disintegrated under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

He abandoned the severely damaged body.

Amidst the sky filled with ashes, a thick cloud of black mist rose into the air.

The fog twisted and stretched violently in mid-air, then fled wildly along the cracks in the rock strata at the top of the underground hall.

"This is just a failure."

Hughes's hoarse voice gradually faded into the distance.

Roderick drew his longsword. Only some bone fragments remained on the blade.

The commander looked up at the bare rocky top and sheathed his sword.

"He couldn't possibly be unscathed. Forcibly abandoning the half-lich's vessel would definitely have a very strong backlash."

Karen leaned on her greatsword and let out a long breath.

The old knight couldn't help but feel fatigued, and his head felt black.

This is the inevitable price any knight pays for overusing their breathing technique.

"But we won." Karen turned to look at Bishop Clement, who was lying on the ground.

"They've won up there too." Clement wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes, and silently sensed the situation at the Northern Fortress above him. "The gathering of death is dissipating."

Outside the walls of the northern fortress.

The north wind whipped up the snow and the mangled remains of the monster. Soldiers stood before the battlements, watching the bizarre scene unfold below.

The demon army below the city wall underwent an extremely strange change.

The ghouls that had been climbing the city walls one after another suddenly stopped.

They stood there blankly, tilting their heads back to smell the blood in the air.

The will to dominate the entire battlefield has completely vanished.

The death of the Warg King severed the command over these monsters. Hughes's rout further left them leaderless.

Without these two layers of control, these creatures, forcibly gathered together by death and fear, regressed into beasts that followed primal instincts.

This terrifying army, which was originally capable of flattening the northern fortress, disintegrated in a very short time, falling into infighting and chaotic rout.

The fortress's garrison leaned against the city wall.

Many people collapsed from exhaustion onto the cold stone slabs. Spears and swords lay scattered on the ground.

No one cheered. They had exhausted even the strength to make a sound.

The North has been defended.

Meanwhile, on Mo Fan's side, after clearing away the pile of broken ice, the dozen or so knights finally found no trace of the dire wolf or Renn.

Only pools of blood remained, blooming on the snow-covered ground of the canyon.

I don't know how much time passed.

Raine's consciousness struggled for a long time in the darkness.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.

My vision was initially blurry. After a few blinks, the surrounding environment gradually became clear.

He doesn't seem to be in front of the dire wolf king's corpse now; the surrounding light is dim.

A faint light flickered in the distance.

It appears to be a relatively enclosed natural cave or a fissure beneath a glacier.

The air was filled with the smell of burning wood.