Chapter 285: Monarch

Ancient epics unfold in reality; the will of the gods, through their chosen, begins to interfere with the mortal realm.

This, perhaps, is destined to be a turning point in history.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss." A strange sound echoed continuously.

On the battlefield of the underworld, three Small Mirror Demons that had already reached their designated locations underwent mutation at the same time.

When they transformed into Large Mirror Demons the size of big trucks, space gates opened in three areas of the battlefield.

"Run!"

One of them was near the fleeing captives.

Desperate, they were running blindly; the demons' roars and stench were already close.

If they were caught and turned into a mass of crushed flesh, it might happen in an instant.

"Form ranks! Defend!"

From the suddenly opened gates, squads of armored knights emerged.

The kingdom's guardians fulfilled their duty.

Shield guards holding tower shields quickly formed lines, while supporting mages who hurriedly followed worked to alter the terrain.

"Turn Stone to Mud" truly lived up to being the best battlefield spell; temporary bunkers and trenches were constructed in mere seconds.

"Boom!" The flood hit the wall.

The demons' chaotic torrent collided with the knights; death and flesh arrived simultaneously, screams were everywhere, but the loudest sounds were various war cries.

"For justice!"

"For my Lord!"

Behind the shield guards, light swords flickered and shone.

Paladins from various churches, either calling out the names of gods or invoking justice and pure goodness, charged at the demon vanguard.

"Crash!"

Fireballs erupted within the demons' war formation, but this time the effect was terribly poor; demons' high fire resistance was almost common knowledge, and other elemental spells had only average effect on these fiends from the Bottomless Abyss.

The attack spells of low-to-mid-level mages always had very poor effect on the residents of the lower planes.

Against such opponents, the true main force was always them.

"Do not retreat! For the kingdom, for our families!"

The knights, either wielding spears or using various heavy weapons, were the main attackers as they possessed the strongest combined combat power within the formation.

Compared to the nearly infinite demon army, the number of knights who had just burst through the teleportation gates was limited, but they were well-organized and professionally coordinated.

"Die! Filthy demons." Some blocked with swords, some rammed with shields, and others gritted their teeth, using the armor on their bodies to plug gaps in the defense.

They were like a dam holding back a flood, forcibly stopping the tidal wave.

People kept falling behind, people kept dying, but knights from the rear gritted their teeth and took their place.

Some shrank back, some even fled the battlefield, but as long as a spot opened up, someone would grit their teeth and fill it.

"For survival." Someone, somehow, remembered Princess Dai Niya's words just now.

For their own survival, for the survival of their families, for the continuation of their organizations (and also for the interests of future generations), and even more so for the continuation of their race.

Fight for survival, fight for continuation, fight for future generations, fight to have a place to belong, fight so that after they died, someone would still remember this sacrifice and honor.

"Fight for survival!"

"Live! If you won't let us live, we'll make you die first!"

Finally, all slogans and war cries were replaced by the very first one.

Whether human or beast, survival is always the primary need.

The "dam" on the verge of collapse gradually held firm, not because they loved sacrifice, but because they knew there was no retreat; if they fled here, where else could they escape to?

On the other side, a newly opened Large Mirror Demon was immediately subjected to concentrated fire.

Floating high-level demons rushed toward the unfolding dimensional gate; those proficient in planar warfare knew what a high-threat target was.

"Banishment."

"Glacier Construction."

"Death Finger!"

And one after another, high-tier spells coming straight at it knocked it down directly.

Fully armed Archmages stepped out under the guard of high-level warriors and mercenaries.

Not only were there Archmages, but most of these guards were high-tier professionals of the fifth rank or above.

This was the altar area, also the blood sacrifice area, destined to be the battlefield with the highest intensity.

The floating Small Mirror Demons opened the teleportation gates right at the opponent's "spawn point"; after stepping out of the teleportation gates, high-tier spells fired like machine guns, and the Archmages of Radiant City could no longer hold back.

Regarding the invasion from other realms, only by suppressing Princess Dai Niya's "Sacrifice" before they entered "exponential growth mode" did a surprise attack crossing spatial limits become possible.

This was destined to be the most difficult and most important battlefield; only by eliminating these altars as quickly as possible could this nightmare end.

High-tier Archmages and Archpriests were casting at full power, Great Swordsmen and Great Knights charged in a frenzy; this area concentrated the top-tier combat force cluster of Radiant City.

"For Aethelin! For the Princess!" The retired old city lord rushed to the front line.

This indeed had to thank "Dai Niya's Sacrifice"; three Large Mirror Demons were catalyzed by divine power to mutate at this very moment, completing the most perfect layout for an airdrop.

The knights blocked the demon army's further blood sacrifice, while the elites and high-ranking officials took the opportunity to raid the currently empty planar gate; as long as the blood sacrifice stopped, the speed at which the demon army walked out of the gate would slow down, making it possible to force a breakthrough.