Chapter 100: Unexpected Allies

"Roar——!!! You scum below, did you hear that?! Your grandpa is here to clean you up——hahahahaha!!!!!!"

The wild laughter rolled over mixed with dragon roars, every syllable carrying substantial pressure, sweeping across the battlefield like a tsunami. Low-level demons collapsed first, their hissing stopped abruptly, as if strangled.

Then they began to tremble uncontrollably, their knees soft and kneeling into the blood, some weaker Dretches even curled up on the ground, their carapace-like skin oozing sticky mucus; this was not an attack aimed at them, just the aftermath.

Iroge's gaze, from beginning to end, did not stay on these inferior creatures. Those molten-gold vertical pupils locked firmly onto those high-level demons in the distance who had just risen and radiated powerful auras.

Following closely behind were the Blue Dragon Visk and the Silver Dragon Morax, as well as a large number of Metallic Dragon dragon beasts. Wherever the dragon breath passed, high-level demons instantly turned to ashes, and only those demons whose strength reached the Master Rank could barely withstand the attack.

The high-level demons who had just finished assembling suffered heavy losses instantly. Goraton had anticipated that the Legendary dragons in the city would use the chaos to launch attacks, and had prepared countermeasures before the siege.

Above the battlefield, several desecrated magic circles, which had long been drawn with dragon blood and Abyssal herbs under the scorched earth and ruins, were activated simultaneously. The goal was not to attack the dragons directly, but to violently disturb the magic elements, creating large areas of turbulent airspace beneath the dragon swarm.

As the magic circles activated, the air became unusually sticky, gravity was distorted randomly, and violent elemental turbulence raged like invisible blades. This greatly increased the consumption of the dragon beasts' flight and precise breath, as dragons were pure magical creatures and very sensitive to elemental disturbances.

Dozens of pre-configured Abyssal Giant-Eaters were driven to the core of the battlefield. Before the dragon breath descended, they used themselves as materials, frantically proliferating and cross-linking, instantly constructing a wall of active flesh and blood dozens of meters thick above the high-level demon cluster. Although dragon breath could destroy it layer by layer, every layer of burning flesh was consuming time.

In countless bloody battles with dragons, demons gradually evolved demons specifically for hunting dragons; this was a demon shaped like a giant bone-jointed centipede, possessing countless hook claws and energy suppressors.

They were pre-set underground or in ruins, waiting for a dragon to swoop low, when they would suddenly eject, entangling the dragon's body with themselves as chains, gradually limiting their actions, and dragging them toward the ground.

Some Master Rank demons also began to counterattack, holding specialized "Armor-Piercing Long Spears." These spears were tempered from Abyssal ore and demon bones, had extremely strong penetrating power against dragon scales, and were attached with pain curses and magic power dissipation effects. Demons conducted dense volleys in the intervals of dragon breath, aiming to cause continuous weakening and harassment.

At this time, Goraton tightly gripped a fragment of an Abyssal core in his hand. This was from an Abyssal plane that had been destroyed in the mutual fighting within the demons; if the dragons' strike far exceeded expectations, he would not hesitate to sacrifice a large number of demons around him, forcibly tearing open a temporary filthy gate.

This gate could not summon reinforcements, but the high-concentration Abyssal miasma pollution gushing out would instantly envelop a large area, greatly disturbing the five senses, mana circulation, and even physical stability of all non-Abyssal creatures including the dragon race, forcing them to break contact or fall into madness.

However, all this seemed to have become Goraton's wishful thinking. In Sha Lu Te's plan, there was never any intention of long-term entanglement.

When the first young Red Dragon, because it charged too far forward, was dragged into the ground by the Lock-Dragon Demons and emitted a dying wail under the siege of countless armor-piercing long spears and self-destructing demons, the most violent will above the battlefield had already made a decision.

The Red Dragon Iroge's throat rolled with flames, and his molten-gold vertical pupils swept across the battlefield behind him. He saw the young dragon beasts struggling clumsily in the turbulent airspace, saw the dragon breath being consumed layer by layer by the flesh-and-blood barrier, and also saw the more disgusting Abyssal aura in Goraton's hand.

"Roar——!!!"

A dragon roar, shorter than before but full of unquestionable authority, tore through the battlefield. This was the order to retreat. Iroge's huge body drew a scorching arc in the air, and he began to climb and detach without hesitation. The last dragon breath he spat cleared a patch of wing demons trying to entangle on the flank, opening a detachment channel for the dragon swarm.

Immediately following, the Silver Dragon Morax emitted a clear, long chant, his wings scattering large patches of blinding silver light, interfering with the aiming of ground long-range units. The Blue Dragon Visk descended several violent chain lightnings, laying a short-lived barrier of death between the dragon swarm and the pursuers.

The retreat of the dragon swarm was swift and orderly, without any dragging of feet. They were like a storm cloud that suddenly closed, and before the demons' prepared flesh-and-blood millstone had just begun to turn its gears, they had already detached from contact with anger.

Unlike the dragons that came and went freely in the sky, the heavy cavalry on the ground wanted to retreat completely, but it was not so easy. Without the suppression from the sky, the remaining high-level demons gathered again under Goraton's order.

Further away, other Legendary Rank Demon Lords were also awakened by the huge magic power disturbance just now and began to rush to the battlefield under Agrik city, but true hunters never lack patience.

On the side-rear flank of the demon legion's battle line, in that broken street area shrouded in ruin shadows and undispersed magic mist, silence was spreading in the form of substance.

The first thing noticed was the scent, like moist moss, cold night dew, and a certain sharp, bitter scent of plants, quietly covering the filth of the Abyss.

Then it was the sound, or rather, the disappearance of sound; the wind sound that should have existed, the sound of rolling rubble, and even the roars of the distant battlefield, all seemed to be absorbed by something here, leaving only a pressing, suspense-filled tranquility.

Then, the shadows began to flow, and countless tall and slender figures emerged from every corner of the broken walls. They were draped in dark, light-tough armor that almost absorbed light, with patterns on it like living vines.

They rode Thorn Deer, a type of animal that was elegant but contained explosive power, with an unusually tall body, antlers shaped like polished dark crystals, and thorny vines entwined between the branches, as if they had life. When their hooves stepped on the ground, they did not make the slightest sound, as if stepping on the pulse of the earth.

They silently formed a formation, and the arrowheads nocked on their longbows radiated faint blue or silver-white light; those were enchanted cold ice or anti-magic runes, which had a powerful inhibitory effect on the demons of the Abyss.

The warriors holding crescent scimitars stood as steady as rocks, their gazes as sharp as hawks piercing the night. There were no war cries, no horns; only the subtle exchange of glances and the silent transmission of gestures between the elves completed all the calibrations before the attack. This was a superb skill honed over long years and countless battles.

There was only a low hum that seemed to vibrate directly in the depths of the soul; that was the elf horn blown with magic. The moment the sound rang out, the still shadows came alive.

The tall Thorn Deer herd started suddenly. The craggy ruins, collapsed beams, and piled rubble, these were fatal obstacles for any cavalry, but under their crisscrossing deer hooves, they seemed not to exist at all.

Wherever the deer hooves stepped, there seemed to be short, shimmering magic paths flashing by, allowing them to ignore the physical ruggedness and maintain ghost-like smoothness and balance, while the speed reached its peak in an instant.

They carried the elf warriors on their backs, like a dark torrent pouring out from the shadows, silent, swift, and deadly, stabbing straight at the demon army that had not yet fully turned around.

When the shadows of the Dark Elves quietly cut in from the flank, the real heavy hammer roared at the rear of the demon legion. First, a deep, neat tremor came from the earth. Like the heavy footsteps of giant war drums beating.

The Minotaur army appeared in formation like a mountain. They were draped in heavy plate armor engraved with inscriptions, and the totem war pillars or double-edged giant axes comparable to siege columns in their hands hung low, each step making the rubble of the ruins jump rustlingly.

No urgent charge order, only the low, majestic war cries resonating from the chest cavity, converging into a wave of sound that made people's hearts tremble. Their charge was not the fastest, but the most unstoppable.

They turned into a moving city wall covered with steel and anger in a tight formation, steadily and firmly crushing toward the core of the demon battle line that was the thickest in defense but also the clumsiest.

Almost at the same moment, another completely different frenzy erupted on the flank of the Minotaur army formation. That was the Troll army. Their formation was wild and loose, but contained astonishing explosive power and ferocity.

These tall regenerators emitted sharp, bloodthirsty roars, brandishing giant machetes, maces, or chain hammers tied with stones. Their charge posture was like a hungry beast herd, ignoring any formation and discipline, relying on astonishing long legs and agility, even jumping onto broken walls.

They rushed toward the joints and weak points of the demon battle line like splashing, with messy but deadly trajectories. Their goal was to infiltrate, divide, create wounds of chaos, and tear the wounds wider with violent attacks.

The Minotaurs' crushing advance and the Trolls' splashing tearing perfectly and cruelly complemented each other at the rear of the demons. One side was the heavy pressure of order and strength, the other side was the erosion of chaos and wildness.

When the demons' attention was distracted by the desperate battle of the Ogres in front and the surprise attack of the elves on the flanks, this double charge from the rear, with different styles, was turning into a closing jaw of steel and fangs, fiercely biting toward their spine.

Although the scene was already very chaotic, that chilling Abyssal Lord did not appear on the battlefield where he should have appeared, because he had to face a more thorny problem, a siege aimed at himself. ===== CHAPTER 101 =====