Chapter 101: The Dead End of Malgash

Just when this Abyssal Lord tore through space and rushed in a sorry state toward the rift surging with filthy energy near the sea, in the salty sea breeze, a voice he absolutely did not want to hear at this moment drifted leisurely.

The voice was not high, but it was as clear as a whisper close to the ear, carrying a few lazy smiles, yet as piercing as an undercurrent beneath the ice.

"Malgash, so hurried... where are you going?"

The wind seemed to freeze for an instant. "We can be considered old acquaintances. We met, and you wouldn't even say hello... it's too heartbreaking."

Only to see standing on a distant hill was an old acquaintance of the demons; he was tall and straight, more slender than ordinary Dark Elves, standing still like an ancient silver tree.

His skin was the pale purple unique to Dark Elves, yet it faintly flowed with a layer of extremely weak, stardust-like luster—that was the unconscious manifestation of the Demigod essence.

His face combined the exquisiteness of the Elf race with the detachment of experiencing endless years. His cheekbones were distinct, and his jawline was elegant yet carried unquestionable sharpness. His ears were slender, the tips almost disappearing into his long hair like flowing secret silver;

The long hair was only slightly gathered by a few shadow fine vines that seemed alive, intertwined with starlight gems, letting it drift lightly with the wind, and every strand seemed capable of cutting light.

His eyebrows were slender, the tips slightly raised, carrying a kind of indifferent scrutiny of someone who had been in a high position for a long time. And what made people unable to move their eyes away most was that pair of eyes; the pupils were like burning molten gold, not the madness of the fire of the Red Dragon, but like the light of ancient stars sealed in amber, as if capable of piercing through the curtain of the soul and time.

A seemingly light armor was forged from star silver and Silver Dragon scales, flowing with ghostly light, and the patterns were a combination of the ancient Elf Royal Court emblem and natural runes that were difficult to identify. A short purple cloak was draped over his shoulders and neck, inlaid with little light inside, like real stars.

"Kanotua Winterthorn..." Malgash's voice was ground out from the churning sulfur smoke, every syllable like chewing broken iron and hatred, "You are really... haunting."

The Abyssal aura churning around him fluctuated violently due to rage, tearing through the surrounding sea breeze and light and shadow.

"If I had known you were so troublesome..." Bone wings suddenly spread behind him, casting ominous shadows. "Back then under that withered starry sky, I should have personally twisted off your arrogant head and turned it into a wine cup."

"Hehe..." His light laugh was like wind brushing over cold ice, "Malgash, your bragging skills are indeed growing more vigorously than your Abyssal fire."

He tilted his head slightly, a few strands of silver hair sliding over his shoulder armor, his posture as composed as if recalling some unimportant afternoon.

"Defeat? Perhaps. As for killing me..." He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing into the other party's churning rage calmly, "Your memory seems to have deviated. That time, you only... briefly won a game."

"Kanotua, why are you wasting words with him? This villain killed many of our people, today his head should be taken to sacrifice to the dead clansmen." A giant Thorn Deer Demigod, five meters tall, walked out from the shadows of the broken beach.

His antlers were like activated ancient forests, entwined with thorny vines and flowing emerald brilliance, and his voice did not seem to come from his mouth, but more like the low roar of the forest before a storm, directly vibrating the air and soul.

Malgash's throat rolled out a damp, low laugh, and the scent of sulfur permeated with the sea breeze. His burning pupils turned toward the giant deer walking slowly, a trace of real surprise mixed in the boundless malice.

"Lodak Leaf-Pattern..." The Abyssal Lord hissed, his bone wings slowly folding behind him, as if savoring some forgotten moment, "You old tree root, actually still stubbornly rooted in this world... really makes me, slightly surprised."

His voice suddenly lowered, but it drilled into the air like a poisonous snake. "Last time your pounding 'Heart of Nature' was personally dug out by me and left jumping hotly on the scorched earth... that taste, can you still savor it endlessly?"

Lodak Leaf-Pattern's deer hooves slowly ground over the rubble, his low voice carrying the crushing patience and mockery of an ancient forest.

"On this point, I do not deny it." A cold light of desolation flashed in his eyes, "However, a... so-called 'Lord of some layer of the Abyss' who curls up behind an Abyssal Lord, not even daring to engage in head-on confrontation, and ultimately only relying on despicable sneak attacks to steal victory, is truly admirable!"

Malgash's throat rolled with a roar of being provoked, his bone wings burst open, sulfur dust rose, and argument was useless; the logic of the Abyss ultimately returned to the most primitive violence.

The giant sword "Kiss of Calamity" he held in both hands suddenly burst into filthy flames; the blade had not yet arrived, but the terrifying pressure had already crushed the surrounding tens of meters of rubble into powder!

This strike was without warning, as fast as a thought of the Abyss, aiming directly at Lodak Leaf-Pattern's ancient torso. Wherever the blade passed, space emitted a groan of being burned and torn.

"Clang————！！!"

A metal explosion loud enough to rupture eardrums and make the soul tremble exploded! The wild shockwave exploded in a ring, lifting the sand and seawater of the entire beach.

A giant mace comparable to a siege column lay across the trajectory of the giant sword like a mountain. The rough iron wrapped in primitive runes on the mace body, and every thorn flashed with cold anti-magic light.

Holding it was a massive figure almost equal in height to Malgash, the muscles under the dark green skin knotted like granite, the fangs extending from the mouth curved like sickles, and a pair of eyes burning with war intent mixed with wild madness and the cold wisdom unique to Demigods.

A Troll Demigod intervened at this critical moment. The earth beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, but his figure was as steady as a rooted dangerous peak, forcibly resisting this sword capable of splitting mountains with barbaric force and divinity.

"Hahahaha——!"

The wild laughter exploded like rolling thunder, covering the lingering sound of metal collision. The Troll Demigod was not provoked; instead, he parted his giant mouth full of fangs, revealing a smile mixed with wildness and playfulness.

He even used the momentum to push the mace forward, borrowed force to retreat half a step, his movements as smooth as a choreographed dance.

"Hey, brother!" His voice was rough and hoarse, but full of near-pleasant energy, "I haven't even reported my name yet, why are you in such a hurry to do it?"

He tilted his massive head, and the burning war intent leaped more vigorously in those eyes.

"What, don't welcome me to join in the fun?" The Troll Demigod held the mace with one hand, and the other giant hand patted his thick chest casually, making a dull sound, "However... I have a habit."

His smile suddenly became sharp, and a barbaric and ancient pressure rose around him.

"The places I want to go, I never wait for others to nod, and I like to take some souvenirs by the way."

Malgash slowly retracted his sword, and the filthy flames flickered on the giant sword. His gaze crossed the mace and landed on the wild face of the Troll Demigod, and the Abyssal whisper seemed to seep from the void:

"Troll... in my memory, I have never had any conflict with your race."

His voice was very low, but it made the surrounding air begin to stagnate and be dyed with the stinging pain of sulfur.

"You must... think clearly." Every syllable seemed to be soaking in poison, "The price of taking the initiative to project shadows into the vision of the Abyss... is far beyond what you can measure."

Bone wings fully spread behind him, casting shadows covering the battlefield.

"We will remember you. From this moment on, your aura, your bloodline, everything you protect... will be permanently marked by the Abyssal will." Malgash's pupils shrank into scarlet slits.

"This, is not as simple as a battle. This will be... an eternal hunt."

"Then you must listen carefully!"

Troll Demigod Moggus Blood-Hammer slowly parted the corners of his mouth, revealing not a smile, but the pure and ferocious excitement of a predator locking onto prey. His voice lowered, but like a muffled thunder rolling over the beach.

"My name is Moggus Blood-Hammer." Every word seemed to be smashed into the air with barbaric force, "This name... might soon be carved on your tombstone, if you still have the chance to leave a tombstone."

He turned the mace in his hand casually, bringing up a wind-breaking sound that made the scalp tingle, but his gaze remained firmly clamped on Malgash.

"As for 'letting you go back alive'?" Moggus emitted a sneer from the depths of his throat, "Brother, you seem to have misunderstood one thing."

He leaned forward slightly, and war intent rose from his body like an earthquake before a volcanic eruption.

"From the moment I stepped in here, I didn't intend to let you smell the stench of the Abyss again."

The first to move was Kanotuya. This Night Elf demigod did not even take the longbow from his back, merely raising his right hand gracefully and gently clenching his five fingers in the air. In an instant, the space around Malgas solidified, filled with countless law chains woven from starlight and shadow.

Emerged silently from the void, entangling his bone wings, limbs, and neck. The chains displayed not only physical binding power, but also order imprisonment aimed at divine existences, attempting to suppress and analyze his Abyssal essence, creating a perfect "target range" for the subsequent attacks.

As Malgash roared, the power of the Abyss surged like a volcanic eruption, and pitch-black filthy flames erupted from every joint, burning the starlight chains, emitting ear-piercing cracking sounds. But just at the moment when he was about to break free, Lodak's attack arrived.

He didn't even charge, just raised a front hoof and stepped down heavily.

"Dong——!"

With him as the center, the entire beach and the near sea came alive. Countless living roots, as thick as ancient trees and covered with thorns, stabbed out from the sand, entangling toward Malgash's lower limbs like giant pythons, with acid-corrosion resin secreting from the tips of the roots to decompose divine power.

At the same time, the sea surface exploded, and dozens of tentacles composed of high-pressure water blades and activated seaweed broke through the waves, binding and cutting the Abyssal Lord's body from the other side. This was the anger from the earth and the ocean itself, driven by the Demigod Druid's will, aiming to deprive him of his mobility and anchor him to this land that was about to become a graveyard.

And the real fatal blow came from the front.

Moggus had already leaped the moment Kanotua raised his hand. His massive body tore through the air, the mace "World-Shatterer" was swung into an arc of annihilation, all runes on the mace body burned simultaneously, emitting the primitive barbaric light of breaking rules.

This strike was without any bells and whistles, purely the ultimate pouring of power and divinity, aiming precisely at the center of Malgash's chest, which was slightly exposed due to the struggle of binding, where the Abyssal core was located.

Malgash roared, blocking at the last moment with his left arm entangled by roots, and his right giant sword swept up, attempting to force Moggus back.

"Clang——Crack!!!"

The mace smashed the filthy fire condensed on the giant sword, the momentum remained undiminished, and it slammed heavily onto Malgash's left forearm that was blocking horizontally. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible even in the roar, and pitch-black demon blood sprayed like a fountain, carrying strong corrosiveness, but was evaporated into pungent smoke by the blood-qi shield rising around Moggus.

Countless thorny roots frantically drilled into, proliferated, and expanded along Malgash's shattered body, fixing him into a terrifying "sculpture" from the inside. At the same time, two of the thickest main roots, entwined with ancient runes, were like spears of judgment, one piercing the spine from bottom to top, and one piercing the top of the skull from top to bottom.

Moggus's mace swung down for the third time, this time aiming at the skull that had been eroded from the inside by starlight and fixed by the entanglement of roots.

Kanotuya's figure appeared behind Malgas like a ghost, a slender rapier materialized from shadow appearing in his hand at some unknown moment. He delivered a light, effortless thrust, piercing that struggling, beating Abyssal heart.

The Abyssal Lord who had ravaged many material planes died silently like this.

"Moggus, according to the agreement, you can take away an organ or a part of Malgash's body as your reward, excluding the heart."

"Young Master Kanotua, I will abide by the agreement and exit the Red Moon plane immediately." After saying that, he made a standard Dark Elf noble farewell gesture. ===== CHAPTER 102 =====