Chapter 70: Is It a 'Carry-Hard'?

Demon Valley is a trap valley 12 kilometers long. The flat wilderness sinks here, forming a long, narrow valley. Many buildings are built against the mountain on both sides, or even directly dug out of caves, and then fences are installed in front of the caves to house slaves.

However, the fences have all been dismantled now, and the slaves have all been released, because the three leaders of Demon Valley are all dead, and the human Ice City has produced a Sword Saint who is rare in a thousand years.

The environment of Demon Valley is actually the most unique, because at the end of the trap valley is the Abyss Great Rift, a rift that almost split the entire plane in half, cracking until rolling lava erupted, forming a lava river that never ceases all year round.

With the rift blocking the Breath of Rest, it is like spring all year round in Demon Valley, with no distinction of seasons. Therefore, crops can be planted for two seasons here.

The terraced fields reclaimed along both sides of the rift provide sufficient farming area here. The only drawback is that the terrain is too steep, and from time to time, people slip and roll into the lava river below, burning into flying ash.

Originally, adding some fences or ropes could solve the problem, but there were none. Fences need wood, and ropes need hemp, both of which are scarce resources in this world. But slaves are not; just let the slaves go and plant them.

Slaves, in Demon Valley, are just that worthless.

However, all this changed some time ago. A human Sword Saint sneaked into Demon Valley, killed two leaders of Demon Valley, and there were rumors that the third leader, Turus, also died, because the demon brands on those slaves branded by Turus gradually disappeared.

Lu Se killed people and ran away, but the Demon Valley that lost its leaders underwent earth-shaking changes.

Those inferior demons, small inferior demons, flame demons, etc., under the demon leaders originally wanted to continue enslaving others, but were resisted by human slaves. Humans threatened those demons: "I'll call the Sword Saint to hack you to death."

Well, under the prestige of the human Sword Saint who is rare in a thousand years, the demons gave up the privilege of continuing to enslave other species. All races live in harmony. The land still needs to be planted, but fences and ropes are equipped, safety ropes are tied, and the caves where slaves live are no longer locked.

Succubus Gigi hugged her clothes and came to the pool, with a happy and satisfied expression on her face.

Succubi actually belong to demons, but in Demon Valley, their fate was very miserable. They were classified as slaves and were a type that was deeply enslaved.

They were often abused, whipped, and starved. Thanks to the succubus's constitution, Gigi lived stubbornly until she grew up. However, she often relied on a human slave, whom Gigi called Giant Stone.

When she was starving, it was Giant Stone who secretly hid food for her. When she was sick, it was Giant Stone who came to take care of her with a tired body after a day of labor until she recovered.

As she grew older, Gigi gradually grew into a beautiful little succubus. Not long ago, a demon took a fancy to her and was preparing to take her for himself, and then throw her away as a slave after getting tired of playing.

Fortunately, the powerful Sword Saint suddenly appeared. Demon Valley changed, and all slaves were liberated. That night, in front of everyone, Gigi dragged Giant Stone into her cave and announced strongly: "You are mine!"

The original human slave, Giant Stone, became the exclusive 'slave' of the succubus Gigi. Today is the sixty-ninth day of their mutual enslavement life.

Gigi hummed her favorite little tune, carefully scrubbing her clothes. Last night, they developed a brand new posture, and the distance to the final 'spiritual union' was getting closer and closer. Then she could give birth to mixed-blood succubi with human traits for Giant Stone.

The succubus's fertility is very special (6,000 words omitted here...).

A light and shadow swept across the sky, and its gaze fell on her, then stopped abruptly: "A heretic?"

Gigi noticed the abnormality, looked up at the sky, and saw an angel with wings on its back and bright armor.

The angel hovered in the air, hands clenched into fists, tiger mouths facing each other, and then slowly pulled apart. A light sword that was as solid as substance was slowly pulled out in its hand.

Gigi realized something was wrong and turned to run toward the cave. Her movements startled many people, and everyone looked up at the sky.

The angel whispered: "Holy light, purify the shadows of the world. Holy spirit sword, eliminate all heretics. In the name of light, judgment!"

Light pounced from the sky, and the sword slashed toward the succubus.

"No!" A thin human rushed out from a nearby cave and opened his arms to block in front of the succubus.

The sword light fell on the human, exploding into countless light spots, and disappeared. The human was unscathed.

The angel who landed on the ground clenched its fists again, not looking at the human in front, and pulled out a new light sword on its own, while saying: "Judgment sword, does not kill humans, move aside."

The human Giant Stone, who thought he was dead, had his legs softened by fright. He touched left and right, finding he was fine, and hearing the angel's sentence "does not hurt humans", he couldn't possibly move aside, firmly protecting the succubus behind him: "No, this is not a heretic, this is my wife."

"Demons are heretics, please move aside." The angel raised its head and said expressionlessly.

The human Giant Stone bravely looked directly into the angel's eyes and insisted on not moving aside.

The angel reached out like lightning, pinched Giant Stone's neck, twisted it gently, and with a *clack*, twisted his neck.

"Ah!" The succubus screamed miserably.

The angel swung its sword and slashed at the succubus's head. The judgment sword added damage against heretics, and a group of holy flames soared into the sky, completely swallowing Gigi.

The angel spread its wings and flew up, pouncing toward another demon. In Demon Valley, holy flames judging heretics exploded from time to time.

In a rock crevice in the distance, two shadows were whispering: "Are these battle birds crazy? Seeing a heretic is like being hit by a berserk curse, they must kill them all. Don't they remember the current mission?"

"If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be called battle birds. Even succubi are killed. What kind of heretic is such a cute demon?"

"Maybe they have no aesthetic sense, don't know what cute is."

Two shadows were muttering there, but the angel soon killed all the demons in Demon Valley. As for humans and other species, as long as they weren't on the heretic list, the angel ignored them.

Eliminating all heretics, the angel flew into the sky and turned to fly in a certain direction.

Two shadows hurriedly followed, drilled out of the rock crevice, turned into human shadows, legs alternating, running fast, turning into afterimages, pushing them to fly forward.

Running, the afterimages actually turned solid, turning into four legs, then into six legs. The distance between the legs stretched wider and wider, and the front and back pairs stretched longer and longer, supporting the Black Warrior.

Immediately, a horse head with red eyes flashing was stretched out from between their crotches, and together with the front and back pairs of legs, turned into a horse, carrying them and flying fast to chase the angel.

These weren't Black Warriors; they were clearly more powerful Black Knights.

Like two black smokes, they didn't raise half a dust where they passed, and just like that, they followed the angel flying in the sky from afar.

Running, the sky darkened, and the wind gradually grew stronger.

Two Black Knights said in unison: "Trouble. The damn battle bird wasted time; otherwise, we would have arrived at the World Transit Station."

"What to do?"

"Hide for a while. We undead are most afraid of the Breath of Rest. If it blows, we tremble. Liches are a bit better, can endure for a while."

Black Warriors and the stronger Black Knights are man-made undead creatures. They were originally ghosts, spirits without physical bodies.

If they were magic users before they died, becoming ghosts naturally wouldn't have any impact, but if they were combat occupations like swordsmen before they died, becoming ghosts would waste all their martial arts.

In order to be able to exert what they learned before they died, the necromancers of the Undead Empire invented a transformation technology, transforming ghosts without physical bodies into semi-physical Black Warriors. On the basis of Black Warriors, condensing a warhorse would make them Black Knights.

The Black Knight's warhorse is essentially an extension of the Black Warrior's form, but the size of the form is equivalent to soul strength. Being able to condense a larger warhorse means the Black Knight's soul strength far exceeds that of a Black Warrior.

But whether it's a Black Knight or a Black Warrior, their essence is a spirit, and they have no resistance to the Breath of Rest, a power that reaches the soul directly. Unlike zombie liches, who have skin and flesh to block it, their resistance is much greater.

*Puff*, the warhorse under their crotch turned into smoke and shrank back into their bodies. Immediately after, their bodies gradually turned into powder, turning into smoke and drilling into the cracks in the ground. As Black Knights whose forms can be scattered or gathered, they don't have to dig pits hard.

The moment they drilled into the ground, holy light shone in the direction of the angel in the distance.

"That battle bird isn't really resisting the Breath of Rest, is it?" the Black Knight said in surprise.

An hour passed, and the Black Knight drilled out to take a quick look. In the direction of the angel in the distance, there was actually still holy light, only it had fallen from the sky to the ground.

"Come and see, that battle bird is really resisting the Breath of Rest. Is it crazy?" the Black Knight said in shock.

"No way, is it really that upright? That's the Breath of Rest, dig a pit."

After looking twice, the Black Knight couldn't take it anymore and shrank back.

Another hour passed, and both Black Knights couldn't help but pop out to take a look again. The holy light was as bright as ever, like a torch in the fog.

The Black Knight admired sincerely: "Two hours, the strength is really strong. It deserves to be a battle angel."

The third hour, the holy light was still there. The Black Knight no longer believed it was strength: "It's estimated that the angel has some special ability to resist the Breath of Rest."

The fourth hour: "Really resisted for so long? Can't it resist all night? If it has this ability, doesn't the Breath of Rest have no meaning to the angel?"

The fifth hour, the holy light disappeared.

The two Black Knights didn't know whether it was celebration or disappointment in their hearts, and let out a long sigh: "Finally couldn't resist. It's estimated that it dug a pit to hide."

"Yes, yes, couldn't resist, still couldn't resist, no one can resist." The tone was a bit melancholy.

The Black Knights spent the next few hours uneasily. As soon as the wind stopped, they couldn't wait to run in the direction of the angel, wanting to confirm the real situation.

From afar, they saw a skeleton half-kneeling on the ground. The bone structure was slender and crystal clear, unlike an ordinary person's skeleton. Behind it, two bone wings were drooping.

Both hands were held in front of the chest in a sword-holding posture. Before it died, it should have inserted the sword into the ground as support, kneeling on one knee, and wrapping itself with its wings.

Unfortunately, after it died, the skin and flesh on its body all dissolved under the erosion of the Breath of Rest, leaving only the skeleton complete. Ordinary corpses wouldn't be dissolved, but would become tough.

The two Black Knights were dumbfounded: "It didn't dig a pit to hide. It resisted until it died. Is it a 'carry-hard'?"

Never having anticipated this situation, the two Black Knights were also confused, and hurriedly took out equipment to contact their superiors: "Boss, no, no, Archbishop, what to do?"

A period of difficult silence, and the voice of Red Archbishop Anthony came over, muffled, appearing very depressed: "The highest mobilization order has been issued, and I can't draw other manpower. The losses on Leo Nad's side are already very troublesome, and losing another Holy Spirit is very difficult for me to explain. Forget it, bring the Holy Skeleton back."

After speaking, the opposite side was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but roar: "I sent it to solve the problem quickly, not to let it resist the Breath of Rest. Is it a fool? It's stupider than a skeleton!!"

Things that could make even the Red Archbishop lose his composure were too rare. The two Black Knights hurriedly closed the planar communication array, refusing to bear this kind of roaring.

Just as they were preparing to walk up to clean up the angel's bones, the sound of horse hooves sounded.

Looking up, a horse was galloping past their side quickly. On the horse's back sat an angel, a zombie lich, a skeleton, and a young brass dragon. They were all tilting their heads in unison, curiously looking at the Black Knights.

A thought popped into the Black Knight's heart: This is overloaded, right? ===== CHAPTER 71 =====