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The power of wind and thunder was released directly from Morey's twin axes, and two extremely thin wind blades, carrying thunder, swept across the hellhound pack.

Several hellhounds that couldn't dodge in time were torn to pieces.

Bathed in demon blood, Morey charged straight in, his axe flashing as he pierced through the ranks of hellhounds and plunged into the ranks of the greater demons behind them.

Boom boom boom! After the thunder, the deafening sound of war drums rang out, and the second group of mages charged out from the rear.

With the support of the battle formation, the second team of mages shot straight into the enemy ranks like a sharp arrow.

The banner of the Knights of the Round Table unfurled above the heads of these mages, and the diverse array of energy weapons they wielded were unified into long spears.

His legs were like a horse's, and his spears were like a forest!

A horse tramples an army, never to return!

The hellhounds, already weakened by Morey's attacks, were met with another wave of collective charges. These two attacks completely stunned the hellhounds, preventing them from fully utilizing their numerical advantage. This was the power of the Knights.

If these people were replaced by an equal number of Knights of the Round Table, this single charge would probably wipe out all the hellhounds, and the greater demons behind them would also suffer greatly.

Colleagues began to fight bravely, and the third team of mages also spared some men to replace some mages who were too exhausted. They are now the reserve force, ready to go wherever they are needed without hesitation.

In the US office, the president paused for a moment, then looked at the high-ranking military official who had made those outrageous remarks, and asked, "And now?"

The military personnel were speechless. A distance of several kilometers was covered in just a few seconds of charging. This speed surpassed that of all current ground troops. In a head-on confrontation, any formation would be pierced through.

The soldiers with guns got into close combat with this group of people, so what was the point of fighting?

The only way the military could think of to break this attack was to subject the enemy to several rounds of firepower before the frontal assault could begin, reducing their numbers by at least half.

This only considers the Temple Mage Corps. If the Hell Legion is included, the army's chances of winning are even lower. The demons' ranged attacks can negate the army's air superiority, and the military personnel do not believe that the Hell Demons, having developed to this point, would not lack an air force.

"Mr. President, can we use a nuclear bomb?" The military personnel paused for a moment before asking the question.

The president stood up and patted the other projected images. "Do you think they'll let the nuclear bomb detonate normally? Or are you prepared to face these people's individual attacks directly after the nuclear bomb is launched?"

The military personnel fell completely silent. The other projected scenes were battles in Hong Kong, London, and New York. In order to tie down all the high-end combat forces, Casillas detonated the hidden hand that Mephisto had laid over hundreds of years. It can be said that the intensity in each area was no less than that in Morey's area.

However, aside from friendly fire and casualties caused by trampling, the number of civilian casualties here is probably not as high as that of the elite mage group. This is because there are people here who can crush the enemy. Even Heimerdinger, who is the weakest in terms of individual strength, explodes violently as soon as his mechanical domain is activated.

Amidst the chaos of war, Morey's ultimate target, Casillas, never appeared on the front lines, because he knew in his heart that once all the hidden forces were wiped out, he too would face his fate.

There is only one way to break this deadlock: the sun disk in the ancient tomb!

With a wave of his hand, Casillas's demon army once again launched an attack on the tomb barrier. The tomb barrier was on the verge of collapse, and soon the demon army used their lives to break it open.

Kaecilius glanced around at the remaining two thousand or so great demons behind him, put on his hood, and walked into the tomb entrance with less than a hundred more elite demons behind him.

The remaining troops surrounded the entrance, awaiting further orders. If these great demons were deployed to the front lines, Morey's mage corps would have been completely overwhelmed. They didn't do so simply because Kaecilius considered those people unimportant and unimportant.

Chapter 102 The Priest Who Doesn't Know the Object of His Sacrifice

When Casillas entered the tomb, Jackie Chan had already walked quite a distance and reached the middle section of the tomb. He originally thought that the oxygen here would become very thin and he might have difficulty breathing.

But it turned out that the oxygen here was very plentiful, even slightly higher than outside, which made him feel inexplicably excited as he walked.

On either side of the main passage of the ancient tomb stood a row of soldiers made of sand. The patterns on the soldiers' armor and weapons were clearly visible, but the facial features, which were easier to carve, were very blurry, as if all the facial features were connected together.

"What ancient Middle Eastern empires were capable of creating such burial objects?" Jackie Chan asked himself softly, his eyes fixed on the sand soldiers. In all his years of archaeology, the only ones that could rival these soldiers in terms of detail and stability were the Terracotta Army.

Moreover, after the Terracotta Warriors were discovered, the paint on their bodies would fade quickly due to oxygen. On the contrary, the sand soldiers here have been standing in the oxygen-rich air for so long, yet they show no signs of oxidation.

Even the gold-looking ornaments on the sand soldiers shone brightly, without any sign of dimming.

Jackie Chan carefully bent down, his face slowly approaching the crotch of the sand soldier. The patterns carved there were unlike anything he had ever seen before, and the carving technique was also very strange.

Jackie Chan made a gesture in the air, then shook his head. It didn't look like something a craftsman would painstakingly carve out; rather, it resembled a modern laser-printed product.

With this question in mind, Jackie Chan straightened up, then paused, frowning as he looked at the sand soldiers in front of him.

Was he in this position just now?

Jackie Chan compared the posture to his memory, and he felt that the person seemed to have moved backward.

Could these sand soldiers be alive?! The mysterious artifacts here must be incredibly powerful. He's seen over a thousand sand soldier sculptures since he entered. To protect so many soldiers from the ravages of time, what kind of powerful artifacts must they be?

Thinking of this, Jackie Chan took out his phone and moved it around in the air several times, but there was no signal at all.

It's a pity; if there were a signal, Dad might know what's going on...

Thump thump thump! Jackie Chan suddenly felt his feet shaking. It was as if something was running inside the tomb. At the same time, the temperature inside the tomb suddenly rose by more than one level. He felt as if he had been thrown into a steamer.

Looking back at the corner, Jackie Chan turned and ran without saying a word. A huge ball of flame, seemingly real, surged out from the corner and rushed towards him like a tide.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Jackie Chan shouted his catchphrase as he ran frantically. This must have been done by those hell soldiers. Only those guys could clear a path with hellfire!

Running speed can never keep up with the speed of surging flames. Jackie Chan gritted his teeth, dodged around the next corner, curled up, and used his back to shield himself. He also circulated all his internal energy to his back to minimize the burn damage. As long as the burn didn't last too long, he should be able to survive.

Just as Jackie Chan crouched down with his head in his hands, the sand in front of him suddenly began to move, and a hand reached out from the sand and pulled him in.

"Shh!" Ethan gestured to Jackie Chan as he prepared to resist.

Jackie Chan looked up at the man. This guy was a bit of an oddball. His skin was covered with various paint patterns that you'd only see in primitive tribes, but he was wearing a set of clothes that, while tattered, were definitely modern.

Ethan gently helped Jackie Chan up and pointed outside. Only then did Jackie Chan realize that the wall in front of them had suddenly become transparent.

As the crimson hellfire swept over the sand soldiers on both sides of the passage, it was as if some button had been pressed, activating all the sand soldiers, who raised their spears and charged towards the entrance.

"What exactly is going on?" Jackie Chan asked in a low voice.

"The outsiders want to awaken all the desert soldiers guarding the tomb in the passage and then wipe them all out," Ethan said after the sand soldiers had all left.

"Oh, thank you for saving me. I'm Jackie Chan, an archaeologist." Jackie Chan extended his hand to Ethan.

“You’re welcome. I’m Ethan, a… priest…” Ethan was a little uncertain as he introduced himself.

"Priest? May I ask which sect you belong to?" Jackie Chan asked cautiously, noticing that Ethan seemed both friendly and a little confused.

"Hmm... I don't know either." Ethan gave a wry smile.

He wasn't lying to Jackie Chan; he genuinely didn't know, and in fact, he hadn't been awake for very long.

All he knew was that after his death, he seemed to have triggered some mysterious ritual, transforming him into a high priest. However, the power of time made the ritual very incomplete. Although the quality of the holy fire that was finally condensed was not a problem, it was too small, and the information it contained was also incomplete.

The lack of information left Ethan wondering who had saved him. According to the information, there were four people buried and sealed in the ancient tomb who could have resurrected him. If he guessed wrong, it would be a big problem, so it was better not to guess and wait and see if he could identify himself later.

Seeing Ethan's wry smile, Jackie Chan stopped asking. He was currently relying on Ethan's strength to avoid the surging flames, and it would be too malicious to sabotage him under these circumstances.

Meanwhile, outside the ancient tomb, the battle on the main battlefield gradually subsided. The elite mage group of the temple won the final victory, but it was only a Pyrrhic victory. Only a dozen or so mages were still standing. Others had either sacrificed their lives, were seriously injured, or were too exhausted to get up.

Morey tied a bandage around his chest; such makeshift bandages were common on his body. Charging into the horde of demons alone comes at a price.

Catching his breath, Morey gripped the giant axe stuck in the ground. He hadn't achieved his goal yet; let alone dealing with Casillas, he hadn't even seen him.

Looking back at his heavily wounded comrades, Morey couldn't bring himself to say the words "continue the attack." After a few seconds of contemplation, Morey walked over to Shi Chengzhong's side.

"Mage, I'm handing over command to you now. Take them somewhere to rest; we shouldn't make any more pointless sacrifices," Morey said softly.

"Hand it over to me? Where are you planning to go?" Shi Chengzhong asked after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Casillas is still alive, I can’t let him live so easily!” Morey said, staring into Shi Chengzhong’s eyes.

In the other person's eyes, Shi Chengzhong saw determination and resolve, so he gave up on his futile attempts to persuade him. "Leave this to me. I only have one request! Help me chop him one more time with my axe!"

“Then you’ll have to wait in line!” Morey laughed. “Too many people want to chop him up.”

After leaving those words, Morey turned and continued walking forward alone.

Chapter 103 The Battle for the Solar Disk

"Did you hear anything?" Jackie Chan asked Ethan in a low voice after waiting for more than ten minutes.

“I heard that. It must be the intruders coming this way.” Ethan said, thinking for a moment, then pulled Jackie Chan’s arm. “Come with me.”

As Ethan moved, the surrounding sand seemed to turn into air, posing no obstacle to the two of them. Soon, Ethan led Jackie Chan to the next level of the tomb.

"Shh~" Ethan pulled Jackie Chan behind the throne.

Jackie Chan surveyed the entire tomb. The tomb was very monotonous, with only rows of sand soldiers besides the throne, and above the throne, a sun disc with special patterns was suspended.

Ethan gently nudged Jackie Chan, pointing to the sun disk. "If I'm not mistaken, that's what those people are after."

"Then I'll go pack things up first." Jackie Chan said, turning to climb out from behind the throne. As an archaeologist, his desire to court death was already at its peak.

Ethan pulled Jackie Chan back, then smeared his hand on the ground, molded a small ball of sand into it, and threw it over there.

Zzz~

Before the earthen ball even touched the sun disk, it was instantly vaporized into gas. At the same time, all the sand soldiers facing the throne began to move, staring intently at the direction of the throne.

Jackie Chan's heart was pounding. He could feel the murderous aura even without raising his head, as if he would face annihilation if he made the wrong move.

Just then, the tomb's door was blasted open, and Casillas entered with a large group of high-level demons.

As soon as he entered the gate, Casillas's gaze was immediately drawn to the solar disk, which was like a magnet, constantly radiating an attraction.

"Go!" Kaecilius commanded, and the six-armed serpent demons behind him immediately pounced on the stationary sand soldiers. The Balrog also unleashed flames from its body, and the flames melted the sand soldiers into a mass of crystals.

This surprise attack eliminated most of the sand soldiers. The remaining sand soldiers, after awakening, were unable to fight against the high-level demons behind Kaecilius, even though they were suppressed by the Earth's main restraining force.

At that moment, Ethan pulled Jackie Chan down and hid in the ground.

Completely blinded by the Sun Disc, Casillas had no time to check for any other hidden enemies. He went straight to the throne, stepping onto the golden steps and reaching for the Sun Disc.

Boom! Solar flames erupted from the solar disk, instantly burning Casillas's right arm, who dared to invade the solar disk, to ashes.

Beneath the flames, Casillas took a step back, and thick blood mist emanated from his body, swirling around the severed arm before forming a new one.

At this moment, the statue on Casillas's chest lit up, and the laws of hell poured out, directly enveloping the sun disk and attempting to erode this divine object.

The sun disk, now enraged by the renewed attack, unleashed a beam of light as sharp as a blade, piercing through the outer layer of laws composed of broken rules. It also instantly killed the Balor Fire Demons who were watching from afar. Under the influence of the sunlight's power, these fire demons were unable to even perform their signature self-destruction trick.

After shining brightly, Casillas noticed that the rotation speed of the solar disk had decreased significantly. It seemed that hundreds of years had dissipated most of the energy contained within it. This was also an opportunity for him. In its prime, even if all the demons were filled into the solar disk, they would not be able to break through the outer barrier, let alone the subsequent contamination with laws. But now, things might be different.

The high-level demons who survived behind Kaecilius also realized this and began to retreat silently. However, they were all frozen in place after only a few steps. The most important reason why Kaecilius dared to disregard the betrayal of these demons was that he held the true names of these demons, who were born under the catalysis of the laws of hell, in his hands.

Having lost control of their bodies, the demons launched a desperate charge against the sun disc. The sun disc revealed its terrifying nature; no demon that dared to approach survived beyond the second. However, energy was always a major problem. After the number of demons was reduced to a dozen or so, the sun disc dimmed completely, its floating position dropped by more than half, and its rotation speed approached zero.

At this point, it was about time. When Casillas tried to contaminate the Sun's disk again using the Law of Concentration, the Sun's resistance was clearly powerless, and the surrounding area was gradually breached.

Beneath the throne, Ethan made a few hand gestures to Jackie Chan, meaning he would go and snatch the items, and Jackie Chan would come to his aid.

But before Ethan could even finish making the gesture, he saw Jackie Chan suddenly dart past him, raising his right leg and delivering a powerful dragon tail kick to Casillas.

To prevent the final attack from the Sun Disk, Casillas remained vigilant throughout. The instant Jackie Chan charged out, he instantly teleported behind a Claw Demon.