Wizard's Journey

Chapter 859 Night Ritual

Roar!

When the crossbow bolt, burning with oil, pierced through the round belly of a five-meter-tall Chaos Demon, the burning oil splattered, staining its entire body. The Chaos Demon couldn't help but let out a painful howl, and the Chaos Flame at the tip of its horn flickered and gradually died out.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

However, this chaotic demon was quickly trampled and submerged by the surging tide of chaotic demons behind it. One after another, demons, panting with excitement, their clothes tattered, pushed and shoved each other, continued to surge towards the Sylbes Mountains.

"Hehehehe, after conquering the Temple of Night and enslaving the cat-people, I'm going to sleep with fifteen of them, and eat one each day..."

Mixed with the savage, excited roars of the chaotic demon world.

In the sky, catapults launched flaming boulders from time to time, which crashed down with a deafening roar, creating a rain of arrows.

On the ground, huge boulders and logs rolled down from the heights of Mount Syrbes. The methods used to deal with low-level life forms in ordinary worlds were no longer suitable for a battlefield full of first and second-level creatures. However, with the support of the massive gravity of the ley lines world, any creature below the Saint Realm that could not fly was facing a nightmare.

Countless dead and wounded were killed; the chaotic demons in the front ranks fell one after another.

However, the nearly one million chaotic demon legions continued to advance relentlessly, getting closer and closer to the foot of the Sylbes Mountains, where the cat-men trembled behind the wooden palisade fortifications.

The cat people are generally between 1.5 and 1.7 meters tall. Daggers and crossbows are the most common weapons for them. Some male cat people warriors who have never experienced war can't even hold a dagger properly. The continent of gods has not seen a war of this scale for too long. Under the protection of the goddess of night, these cat people have long forgotten the horrors of the ancient war and have begun to fear bloodshed.

The cat people are a matriarchal society. If the Goddess of Night had not personally issued a divine decree during this war, how would these lowly male cat slaves have been qualified to take up arms and come to the battlefield?

At this moment, some elite female cat-people, seeing the behavior of these male cat-people, couldn't help but curl their lips and let out a cold snort.

"As expected, they're just a bunch of useless people who clean rooms, feed livestock, and reproduce. Oh well, they're just cannon fodder anyway. It's good that they can hold back the advance of these chaotic demon armies for the Temple of Night."

A Night Priest, shrouded in a faint aura of night divine power, spoke coldly, surveying the battlefield with disdain.

In the continent of gods, no temple sacrifice can be ignored.

After careful preparation, the Silbes Mountains had been completely fortified by the cat-people. Even the male cat-people were armed and sent to the battlefield. Even with this army of nearly a million chaotic demons, it would be difficult for them to breach the fortifications and destroy the source of faith of the Temple of Night in a short time.

Enough to provide for the great goddess of night and that evil, bloodthirsty demon king...

Do not!

As the cat-person priest's gaze swept past the chaotic battlefield at the foot of the mountain and looked towards the distant sky, his eyelids suddenly twitched. It was the Chaotic Demon of the Holy Domain!

These holy demons, flying at incredible speed, numbered over 1,700.

Such a vast number of Holy Domains, apart from the overseas Dragon Gods, would probably be impossible for even those powerful high-level temples to gather in a short time since the ancient war. Yet, among these chaotic demon armies invading the continent of gods, the Holy Domains are as numerous as ants.

It was only because the Bloodthirsty Demon King, one of the Chaos Demon King's most capable subordinates, had so easily gathered such a large number of them.

Compared to such a large number of Saint-level demons, the mere three hundred or so Saint-level beings in the Silbes Mountains seem far too weak.

Moreover, among these so-called three hundred or so Saints, there are over a hundred Temple Priests and dozens of Night Goddesses who were temporarily gathered from the vicinity of the Sylbes Mountains at a high cost.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...

The massive, chaotic demons of the Holy Land swarmed in, causing fear in others. However, the Night Priests, who were willing to give everything, even their souls and lives, to the Temple of the Night, did not hesitate at all. They charged forward with thousands of giant siege crossbows from the mountainside, drawing upon the inexhaustible power of the Night God from the temple.

The priests, who were madmen who could dedicate everything to the goddess of the night, prayed every morning, sang hymns at noon, and celebrated Mass every evening.

"For the Goddess of the Night!"

"For the cat people!"

"For the peace of the Sylphide Mountains!"

Led by these priests, the other holy domains could no longer afford to retreat temporarily. With a roar, they charged head-on at the chaotic demons of the holy domains that had been laid down from the sky, ranging from a few centimeters to nearly a hundred meters in size.

The power of the Night God in his hand coalesced into a tranquil dagger, merging with the darkness and radiating a faint divine aura. Because the power of the Night God he was drawing upon far exceeded his own prayer and offering level, the Night Priest's skin became withered and mottled, clearly indicating that he was burning his own life force.

"The Light of Night!"

With a "thud," the dagger flashed and disappeared, embedding itself in the chest of the chaotic demon from the Holy Realm that was fighting against it.

The over ten-meter-tall Holy Domain Demon desperately tried to pull out the strange dagger emanating an inexhaustible divine power from its chest, but to no avail. Its physical strength was rapidly dissipating, and its skin, torn and purified by the rules of the night, began to dissipate like ashes.

Roar……

With a mournful roar, the chaotic demon's twin horns crashed to the earth, its chaotic flames burning fiercely, forming a self-collapsed energy sphere that emitted astonishing energy fluctuations that vanished in an instant. This was a chaotic power that had never appeared before on the continent of the gods.

Boom!

Even under the protection of the Night God's power, this Night Priest was still significantly affected, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. The dagger formed by the Night God's power was also clearly less divine than before.

"For the Goddess of the Night..."

Just as they were beginning their brief prayer, a flaming sword suddenly flew from afar, its chaotic flames radiating an oppressive force, emanating from a Holy Domain demon several times stronger than the one that had just crashed to the ground.

In the chaos, he parried with his dagger, barely managing to avoid the flaming sword. He suffered some injuries, and the divine power and divinity of the dagger he had gathered dimmed further, leaving his skin aged and covered in wrinkles.

"Waaah..."

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his back, and the Night Priest turned around in disbelief.

A small, twenty-odd-centimeter-tall demon from the Holy Realm grinned excitedly as it held a heart, its power rapidly draining away.

By borrowing divine power, one may temporarily surpass some level three creatures in terms of offensive and defensive capabilities. However, this is ultimately just borrowed power and cannot change the essence of life.

"Crunch, ouch, delicious! So delicious! There's even some residual Demon King power."

The little devil excitedly swallowed the heart piece by piece, wolfing it down, his face covered in blood, looking extremely ferocious.

This is merely a corner of the sky where the Temple of Night and the Bloodthirsty Demon King's flying-capable Holy Domain are locked in battle. The Temple of Night is clearly in decline, and is being watched from afar by Herniao, the high priestess who was just personally rescued by the Goddess of Night atop the mountain.

The old cat-man gazed at the numerous holy realms in the sky, which were showing signs of weakness, and sensed the powerful and turbulent divine power of the Goddess of Night and the mighty bloodthirsty demon king fighting head-on above the distant clouds. His aged hand slowly extended his scepter.

"Deploy the Dragonhawk Force and spare no effort to protect the Temple of Night."

(End of this chapter)