Chapter 670: Death of the Divine Chosen

Asina leapt high, her body like a racing thunder, her posture agile.

Streaks of blinding lightning burst from her body, the surrounding air currents raging; the overwhelming force feels like a mountain crashing from the sky, suffocating.

The pursuing Abyss Knights saw her.

The suddenly appearing enemy had a clear target; her landing point fell exactly in the middle of the knights' formation.

"Shoot her down."

The Abyss Divine Chosen shouted the order at once.

The Purgatory Wizard beside him had already acted, brandishing a bizarre staff taller than a man, locked onto Asina in midair and instantly cast three spells.

Evil Flame Entwine;

Sacrifice Technique;

Chaos Arrow!

A Legendary Mid-stage Purgatory Wizard can wield Seven-ring spells; amid the Abyss Knights, he linked his breath with his comrades, his mana surged, casting speed increased, reaching his peak, and he completed the casting in an instant.

Around Asina appeared a dozen dark‑red flame chains, forming a massive fire net that wrapped her, the chains contracting inward as they burned.

At the same time, a blood‑colored rune fell onto Asina's head.

Six-ring Sacrifice Technique, once it touches the target's soul, can link with the Abyss to offer her to the evil god, inflicting terrible lingering agony until the sacrifice is lifted or death occurs.

Finally, the Purgatory Wizard's staff tip shot a murky‑green arrow.

Seven-ring Spell Chaos Arrow!

It is an energy arrow of fire, shadow and evil energy, combining burning, destruction and corrosion, long‑range, wide‑area, capable of reaching up to Nine-rings; it is the Purgatory Wizard's favorite single‑target spell and one of the most lethal methods.

The massive arrow resembled a falling star, its head as large as a basket, trailing a green tail flame several meters long.

The Chaos Arrow shot straight at Asina in the sky.

Behind it, the Abyss Divine Chosen, gripping the belly of his Hell Warhorse, vaulted skyward, moving only slightly slower than the arrow. A two‑meter‑long greatsword in his hand ignited with evil fire; man and horse became one, the blade slashing toward Asina, its terrifying momentum seeming to split her in two.

The fleeing Transcendents couldn't help turning their heads, looking upward, eyes tracking Asina's silhouette.

Then, they witnessed a scene they would never see again in their lives.

The evil flames coiled on Asina were repelled by a layer of holy armor, shattering inch by inch instantly; the fire and bindings had no effect, leaving no mark on her armor. Her silver headband glowed, generating an invisible shield that blocked the sacrifice rune.

When the massive Chaos Arrow finally arrived, Asina calmly raised her round shield before her.

In the next instant, the Chaos Arrow behaved like a beam on a mirror, reflecting perfectly back toward the Abyss Divine Chosen riding his Hell Warhorse into the sky.

The Abyss Divine Chosen had not anticipated this at all.

He charged too fast; the distance to Asina in midair was less than ten meters, leaving no time to dodge, and the Chaos Arrow struck him directly.

The massive, complex energy burst caused the damage from the Purgatory Wizard's meticulously cast spells to be borne entirely by his own side.

The Abyss Divine Chosen's greatsword cleaved the murky‑green flame of the Chaos Arrow.

This slowed his momentum and speed by half a beat; Asina had already descended before him, and with a clang, her round shield deftly deflected the greatsword, instantly leaving the enemy's front exposed.

She adjusted her stance, driving both feet with all her strength toward the enemy's chest.

Thunder Trample!

Boom—...

A burst of violent thunder roared, countless lightning bolts erupted in the sky, illuminating the dim world.

Amid the sky‑filled lightning, everyone saw the Abyss Divine Chosen kicked off his horse; his towering body flew back faster, crashing hard onto the Abyss Knights below.

Bang!

The ground trembled briefly.

The Abyss Divine Chosen struck the ground, creating a huge crater; around it lay several unlucky Abyss Knights, killed by their own leader.

A painful wail in the heavens abruptly ceased.

When the Abyss Divine Chosen's Hell Warhorse was kicked away, Asina seized the momentum, turned with a sword, and the sharp blue dragon fang sliced its neck; the massive horse head fell, blood staining the sky.

The Transcendents of Fearless Fist watched, their spirits shaken, eyes glazed.

They even forgot they were fleeing; the wind‑scale horse beneath them slowed more and more, allowing the mount to come to a halt.

"Who is she?"

That was the only thought in the Transcendents' minds at that moment.

They were well aware of the Abyss Divine Chosen's terrifying power; in this mission, Fearless Fist deployed everyone, forty men were cut down to only a dozen or so, most comrades dying beneath the Divine Chosen's blade. Even their leader, a Legendary High-rank Swordmage, lasted less than ten breaths before being slain.

The Abyss Knights were also stunned.

The Abyss Knights behind dared not step on their leader, hurriedly bypassing the crater. The front Abyss Knights looked back to assess, the formation fell into chaos, and the whole unit inevitably slowed.

"Lord Akorlag!"

The Purgatory Wizard shouted in Abyssal Language, his face a mix of shock and fear.

His Chaos Arrow finally struck the Divine Chosen; although the enemy reflected it with a shield, the consequences were dire. If Lord Akorlag died here it would be fine, but if he survived, the aftermath would bring the harshest punishment.

This sent a chill through the Purgatory Wizard's heart, preventing him from focusing on the enemy.

"She's back!"

A Legendary Abyss Knight shouted a warning.

The Abyss Knights kept looking up at the sky; Asina used that foot to leap again into the heights, altered her descent angle, becoming lightning, and plummeted at high speed toward the Abyss Divine Chosen in the crater.

At the same time, someone noticed the ground situation and shouted:

"Right wing!"

"An enemy is casting!"

Over five hundred meters to the right of the Abyss Knights lay a small hill, about ten meters high; at its summit, an unknown moment had opened a portal, from which emerged a human in a black robe, wielding a staff, clearly a Wizard.

After stepping out, his figure seemed to split instantly into thirteen, lined up across the hill.

Each Wizard was identical, casting the same spell, creating ten meteor‑like fireballs that shot upward together, drawing hundreds of dazzling trails like a meteor shower raining down, precisely covering the direction of their run.

The first wave of meteors just shot into the sky, and the dozen‑plus Wizards summoned a second wave.

Then came the third wave, the fourth wave…

"Form the formation! Everyone expand the evil energy field, accelerate! Eliminate those scum ahead!" the Purgatory Mage finally regained his senses and roared with effort.

He recognized it as a famous human spell, but he hadn't expected such terrifying power. As a fellow caster and a Purgatory Mage skilled in lethal spells, this technique was wholly beyond the norm; the speed of casting, the sheer number of meteors, and the range were all beyond his reach, and even attempting to interrupt it was futile.

"Could it be a Holy Soul Wizard?" the Purgatory Mage thought, fearing the worst.

In that moment, to survive, he abandoned the Abyss Divine Chosen, relying solely on the Abyss Knights' aura link to expand the evil energy field into a large protective shield against the incoming meteor barrage.

Then, run as far as you can!

It would be best if Lord Akoulage held back those humans, waited for him to retrieve the holy relic, then let the enemy kill him so he couldn't be punished later and could claim the glory alone.

Most Abyss Knights are loyal to the Divine Chosen, but at this moment they have no choice and cannot turn back to see the Divine Chosen's condition.

Hell warhorses galloped at high speed, heading straight for the Transcendent of the Fearless Fist.

Over a hundred Abyss Knights felt evil energy surge within them; black, smoke‑like energy spewed from their armor, quickly forming a spherical field that shielded their own hell warhorses. The fields resonated upon collision, linking like chain links of armor, ring after ring, until a dark‑green shield formed above the heads of all the Abyss Knights.

Almost the instant the barrier completed, the meteor shower arrived.

The first wave of meteors covered an area several hundred meters across; the Abyss Knights had nowhere to hide and charged forward, braced by the barrier.

Boom—boom—boom—boom…

The small meteors struck the shield and exploded instantly, their hard cores shattering into countless fragments and unleashing scorching flames.

Each small meteor was more powerful than a fireball spell, comparable to the Five Rings' Flame Explosion technique.

One hundred thirty small meteors detonated simultaneously; the resulting shockwave made the Abyss Knights' evil energy shield tremble, but it ultimately held.

Their collective strength allowed the Abyss Knights to survive the ordeal.

But before they could relax, the second wave of meteors slammed down.

The Abyss Knights ran as if baptized by artillery; the evil energy shield rippled countless times from the blasts, and the massive explosions overhead pierced their eardrums, causing dark‑red blood to spurt. Several hell warhorses were startled, lost control, bolted from the ranks, and within an instant both rider and mount were blown to pieces.

The Purgatory Mage looked toward the Wizards on the hillside as meteors rose into the sky round after round, countless and rapid, seemingly endless.

The Wizards' casting technique was exceedingly skillful.

A leading legendary Abyss Knight repeatedly altered his running path, trying to dodge the spell bombardment zones, but the Wizards always calculated the lead time and adjusted the casting angle.

Each round of meteor bombardment could cover all the Abyss Knights.

It seemed as if the Abyss Knights deliberately caught the meteors, having rehearsed it many times. Their evil energy was being consumed rapidly; at this rate they could withstand at most five rounds of bombardment.

Amid the explosions, the ground shook violently.

The Purgatory Mage glanced back and saw the human female warrior had fallen to the ground, landing directly on Lord Akoulage in the pit.

Countless bolts of lightning erupted from the pit, their power comparable to a lightning storm and accompanied by a terrifying shockwave.

This sent a chill through the Purgatory Mage's heart.

If Lord Akoulage hadn't blocked her and she hadn't leapt into the ranks, the Abyss Knights would have suffered massive casualties, with few survivors still combat‑effective.

A roar of fury erupted.

The female warrior was blasted away, and Lord Akoulage swung his great sword and leapt out of the pit.

Two deep indentations resembling footprints marred his chest armor, his body drenched in blood, clearly gravely wounded; yet as a warrior blessed by the Lord of Darkness, only death could end his fight. The injury only made him more bloodthirsty and ferocious—his eyes spewed ghostly green evil energy, his form swelled to two and a half meters tall, his body ablaze with evil flames, and the spiked armor covering him repaired rapidly, like a terrifying monster risen from hell.

"Humans!"

Lord Akoulage roared loudly: "I, Akoulage, am the greatest opponent you have ever faced in your lifetime!"

"I will sacrifice your blood to my lord; your skull will become a mere trifle among the countless spoils beneath my lord's supreme throne."

Abyssal Language rang across the sky, rolling like thunder, bearing a blood‑soaked, raging aura that chilled the heart, as if a demon king had descended upon the world.

The Abyss Knights under bombardment were invigorated.

From afar, the Transcendents showed fear in their eyes, worrying for the female warrior who had saved them, then realized she was not fighting alone.

On the hillside, among the thirteen Reslin casting, one halted and swung his staff.

Three figures were teleported near the Abyss Divine Chosen.

Reslin also teleported to a spot about two hundred meters from the Abyss Divine Chosen, while the remaining twelve Mirror Images continued the Ma Youfu micro‑meteor bombardment on the Abyss Knights.

At this moment, Axina had steadied herself and landed, twisting her slightly numb shoulder.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Through the Mind Link she quickly warned: "The Divine Chosen is now in the peak state of the Evil God's blessing; its strength and speed have multiplied several times. I'll engage it head‑on to draw its attacks; you keep your distance and don't get hit."

As she spoke, Axina already launched a thunderous charge.

Lord Akoulage let out a fierce roar, brandishing his great sword as he charged at her. His massive frame and heavy armor did not hinder his speed; while sprinting, he raised the sword high and slashed downward, creating a wall of evil energy blade as huge as a wall.

Bang—bang—bang!

Belac's gunfire rang out, unleashing a rapid barrage of Holy Light projectiles like a storm.

Because he was still unfamiliar with the Bolt Gun's capabilities, to be safe he used his two soul guns. Yet the Holy Light projectiles, capable of blowing a high‑rank Transcendent's skull in one shot, merely sparked against Akoulage's armor, leaving shallow dents.

"What a hard armor!"

The Holy Spear ranger immediately switched to an Armor Penetration projectile.

Dawnos does not excel at ranged attacks nor rush recklessly, so he released a beam of Heaven's Light.

The sacred light enveloped a radius of a hundred meters, suppressing evil and darkness.

Charging, Akoulage barely reacted; most of his body was hidden within his armor, the exposed skin cloaked in evil energy, and the Heaven's Light that struck him produced only a few wisps of black smoke.

Yizite transformed into a Demon, sprouting demonic horns on his head and massive bat wings on his back.

He grasped two ghost‑green battle blades, his wings flapped, and his whole form became a barely visible black line, moving faster than a flash, appearing behind the Abyss Divine Chosen in an instant.

At that moment, Akoulage and Axina had collided.

The evil energy blade struck Axina, who had not evaded; she raised her shield, generating a seemingly transparent yet incredibly solid "Wall of the Sturdy Shield," which shattered the blade upon impact, causing no damage.

Akoulage's great sword followed immediately.

With a booming sound, the wall of solid shield instantly collapsed and vanished, and the great sword struck the round shield.

This sword, the Abyss Chosen gave without reservation.

He unleashed all his power, pushing the evil energy to its limit, employing every technique that could amplify strength; even against an ancient dragon he was confident he could cleave it in two, as if he had already foreseen the fate of this human woman whose shield would shatter and she would die.

Now!

A deafening blast echoed, the Abyss Chosen's great sword was ricocheted back, its blade snapping into several pieces. One fragment, its tip whirling, pierced his chest; the hands gripping the hilt were seized by excruciating pain, his palms and forearms riddled with unknown fractures.

"This is impossible!" Akoglag shouted in fury.

Asina built a shield with a single effort, showing no desire to linger in battle, and used the recoil force to retreat far from the enemy.

The Reslin who arrived by teleport completed his casting at the perfect moment, a transparent beam shot from his fingertip—Eight-Ring Spell, Tim Kainen Disintegrate!

The beam struck Akoglag's back, and the black armor on his body emitted a crisp clang.

The armor shattered into fragments with a crackle, exposing his body.

Daonsos' heavenly light fell upon his skin, causing the already sluggish Abyss Chosen's soul to writhe in agony, and his reactions slowed.

Belak seized the opportunity, gathered soul energy and fired five Armor Penetration bolts in succession, piercing his heart.

Reslin instantly cast a second spell, a Seven-Ring Space-Time Shock.

The gravely wounded Abyss Chosen's perception became chaotic, even unable to discern where the person was.

The Demonic Hunter's figure appeared behind Akoglag, its massive bat wings forming a shadow that enveloped the Abyss Chosen. The Abyss tattoos on his body glowed, and the massive evil energy poured into the crescent moon warblade in his hand, emitting a pale green light.

Yizite seized the chance, the two warblades crossed like scissors.

Poof!

Akoglag's skull rolled away, blood from his neck spurted skyward, and a second later his corpse crashed down with a thud.

"Lord Akoglag!"

The Purgatory Mage and the Abyss Knights shouted in terror, unable to believe their eyes.

A warrior blessed by the Lord of Darkness, whose reputation has terrified the New Continent for centuries, having overcome many powerful opponents, slain countless strong enemies, famed for cruelty and bloodshed, the Akoglag who was closest to becoming the Chosen Champion, actually died at the hands of a group of unknown humans.

And the entire battle lasted less than half a minute!

The Abyss Knights' guts were torn, their minds disturbed by psychic fluctuations; some had cracks in their evil energy fields and were instantly blown up by meteors falling from the sky.

The fleeing squad became chaotic again.

The protective shield was bombarded by the meteor shower three times; already on the brink of collapse, the formation developed a gap, which the Reslin Mirror Image on the hillside seized, unleashing a wave of small meteors that widened the breach; the Abyss Knights' formation could no longer hold, and the shield instantly shattered.

The fifth wave of small meteors rained down, pounding headfirst.

Amid the explosions, the Abyss Knights and their hellish warhorses were engulfed by debris and flames; after two rounds of meteor showers, no Abyss Knight remained standing.

The ground was littered with hundreds of craters, scattered limbs and severed arms everywhere, like a blood‑soaked hell.

A few legendary Nethif warriors survived.

Among them, three were legendary Abyss Knights, but they had lost their warhorses and were gravely wounded. The Purgatory Mage was unscathed; he raised a dark‑red protective shield, while Reslin had already locked onto him, focusing seven or eight small meteors that battered his shield, leaving him no time to cast spells and flee.

When the meteor shower subsided, the Purgatory Mage feigned death among the Abyss Knights' corpses, secretly casting a teleportation spell.

Six Reslin Mirror Images appeared around him.

One Mirror Image's Space-Time Shock interrupted the Purgatory Mage's casting; another Mirror Image released a stasis field, freezing the surrounding space; two dispelling spells fell, removing the Mage's shield and protective magic; finally, two beams were fired.

The green one was a Seven-Ring Disintegrate, the colorful one a Seven-Ring Rainbow Light Ray.

The Purgatory Mage vanished in an instant, turning to ash.

The remaining six Mirror Images teleported near the gravely wounded Abyss Knights, delivering finishing blows with Disintegrate; after several beams, the surroundings fell completely silent.

The Abyss Knights were annihilated.

The All-Seeing Eye confirmed no enemy remained alive, yet Reslin did not dismiss the Mirror Image spell, sending twelve Mirror Images to his side.

He and his comrades gathered beside Akoglag's corpse, scrutinizing the Abyss Chosen.

(End of Chapter)