Published: March 2, 2025
In the sky, the demonic dragons fell to the ground like dumplings. The artillery troops, who had appeared to be on the brink of danger, stabilized the situation effortlessly under Qin Tian's external support and the internal melee weapons.
The three-headed demonic dragons that infiltrated the artillery position each spat out over a dozen self-destructing demonic creatures, but they were all defeated before the fearsome battle cannon mechas. Even the strongest of them, the three-headed demonic dragon, could not withstand the elite soldiers who had transitioned from artillery to infantry.
Thus, in that moment, the wails of the demonic dragons echoed throughout the area, but gradually, after a few minutes, they began to fade.
The so-called hundred thousand elite soldiers, in the face of a fully prepared Earth, were nothing remarkable...
Until the Demon Realm Gate quaked again.
...
A figure flickered out from the Demon Realm Gate, not pausing for a moment as it rushed straight towards the military formation in Beijing like a signal flare. As this figure crossed over, brilliance flashed throughout the other Demon Realm Gates!
In an instant, the sound of slicing through the air was incessant.
These figures moved at incredible speed. In a short time, they crossed the distance between the Demon Realm Gate and the main army formation—without giving the artillery troops time to strike again.
It wasn't until they got closer that Arthur, who was at the forefront, could clearly see what these demonic creatures looked like.
They were all ancient demons.
Tall and imposing, each stood over two and a half meters, clad in tough armor, with a complex mark tattooed on their chests.
This mark seemed slightly unfamiliar at first glance, but soon, Arthur recalled its origin from his memory.
The ancient demon glory squad.
Originally a special elite squad of Feili’s, they had caused quite a bit of trouble for the one-eyed giant ogre when they were at level six. In terms of strength, the ancient demon glory squad belonged to the first echelon of the demonic clan's combat organization—stronger even than the three-headed demonic dragon legion by a few degrees.
However, correspondingly, the number of such elite combat formations was not excessive.
There were only a little over five thousand.
These five thousand limit breaker level ancient demons shot out sporadically from the Demon Realm Gate, and just as the first ancient demon reached the front line of the army, they lined up and prepared in a rush. The moment both sides made contact, all five thousand ancient demons simultaneously focused on their respective targets, and almost concurrently launched their attacks.
"Die!"
A heavy, bloody scent erupted from the ancient demon's mouth as it swung its battle axe, bringing it down ferociously onto Arthur, who was nailed at the front.
The sound "thud!" echoed as the exquisite knight armor, akin to an iron canister, met the battle axe, sending a shower of sparks flying. Arthur, receiving this blow head-on, remained completely unmoved. In contrast, the ancient demon that initiated the attack was jolted back, its hands broken, staggering with terror, but only to see Arthur raise his sword and with a simple vertical slash, cut the ancient demon in two.
However, despite his successful strike, a hint of unease crossed Arthur's face. He turned to look around and discovered that in the recent skirmish, aside from him slaying an enemy, the other warriors engaging with the ancient demon glory squad were simply unable to withstand their fierce assault!
In an instant, amidst the flashes of blades and swords, five thousand powerful attacks tore through the entire frontline, as the ancient demons roared and charged into the military formation. In a situation where they were surrounded by enemies, they disregarded the attacks coming from all directions. Waves of skill fluctuations rippled through, and in the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand patches of ground were left stained with blood and organs.