Chapter 757: Deep Cold Hell

This portal is larger than the previous one, and in an instant it expands to dozens of meters high.

Within seconds, hundreds of Black Soul Knight Legion pour out of the portal, catch up with the surviving Black Soul Knights, merge into a torrent, the previously wavering Soul Force Field is replenished and instantly becomes solid again, and under the barrage of Electric Light Cannons they charge toward the highland fortress.

Lei En naturally would not allow the enemy to land so easily.

At the first moment the portal was discovered, six Mirror Images cast teleportation, appearing before the portal, brandishing war hammers to block the Undead Army.

However, the Mirror Images simultaneously sensed great danger.

Pula Mon's figure materialized above the portal, holding a pale blue ice crystal in his hand; the moment he appeared, the crystal—an unknown gem—exploded.

Hoo‑hoo‑hoo……

The howling cold wind echoed across Gotham; on the battlefield, everyone who saw the area where Pula Mon stood erupted with seemingly endless icy power.

It was clearly the transition between spring and summer, the weather clear, yet it instantly turned into deep winter.

Within dozens of miles, ice elements converged wildly around Pula Mon, forming a massive domain over a thousand meters in diameter. Within the area, thick frost coated the ground, bone‑piercing winter winds roared, everything was frozen—a true ice‑bound world.

Nine-ring Technique—Deep Cold Hell!

And it's not an ordinary Nine-ring Technique; it's already approaching Ten-ring.

Given Pula Mon's spellcasting level, he naturally cannot master the Ten-ring Spell, yet he can cast it instantly, evidently relying on that ice crystal.

Within this Deep Cold Hell, Pula Mon is the domain's master, his power surging dramatically!

He merely glanced at the six Mirror Images that arrived, without any other casting motion, and all the Mirror Images froze instantly.

The space surrounding the Mirror Images also came to a standstill.

At the same time, countless ice spikes, ice spears, ice blades and ice arrows rained down, each spell's potency comparable to a Five-ring Spell. In the sky, massive ice comets formed, plummeting at high speed, growing larger as they fell—within an instant reaching two or three meters in size, like falling meteors.

In an instant, the six Mirror Images were engulfed by icy spells.

Because the Mirror Images were created earlier, their Energy Absorption had not yet advanced to an Energy Furnace, and the Mirror Images possessed only sixty percent of a body's strength, able to absorb at most the energy of one Eight‑Ring Spell.

Such a multitude of attacks exceeded the Energy Absorption limit in the blink of an eye.

Solid ice formed on the Mirror Images' surfaces; terrifying icy force penetrated their bodies, striking directly at the soul, resisted by Willpower, but their movements inevitably slowed.

A few loud roars.

The six Mirror Images simultaneously activated Titanic Divine Power, their bodies rapidly expanding, shattering the surrounding ice, but before they could counterattack, the ice comet from the sky struck.

The ground trembled.

Amid a series of booming sounds, the Mirror Image in Titan Giant form was knocked down.

When they hit the ground, the icy force on the surface instantly spread over their bodies, forming ice several meters thick. The speed at which the Mirror Images shattered ice was far slower than the speed of freezing, as if they were firmly frozen to the ground; the icy force penetrated them, even slowing their casting speed.

Spells that could originally be cast instantly now took over a second and were constantly interrupted.

This is a lethal interference.

Pula Mon's rune book flipped rapidly, its light flashing, and in one breath he unleashed several Greater Dispel Magic spells, easily eradicating all the Mirror Images.

Deep Cold Hell enveloped the portal, yet the Black Soul Knight Legion emerging from it were completely unaffected.

On the contrary, each Death Knight was endowed with Ice Armor.

The Black Soul Knight Legion kept emerging endlessly.

At this moment, the Black Soul Knight charging at the front had already left Deep Cold Hell, about three li away from the highland fortress, entering the range of the Electric Light Cannon atop the fortress.

Boom‑boom……

Two Electric Light Cannons fired, their massive light spheres exploded upon the Soul Force Field but did not shatter it. The other two cannons bombarded in succession, and the Soul Force Field finally collapsed. However, all four turrets entered cooldown and could not emit beams to strike the enemy for a time.

"Fire!"

"Brothers! March for Augustus!"

Above the sky, Extreme Warriors roared angrily. They rode fire dragons like bombers, diving straight down, the Bolt Guns in their hands spitting tongues of flame, deafening gunfire echoing across the heavens, even drowning out the cannons on the western city wall.

To defend Gotham this time, Lei En mobilized three companies of Extreme Warriors.

The three companies guarded the highland fortress; now the first and second companies are deployed, a total of one hundred twenty Extreme Warriors, all equipped with Bolt Guns, firing simultaneously like one hundred twenty invisible swords, forming a dense fire‑net sweeping across the ground.

Each bullet from the Bolt Gun is equivalent to a Three-ring Spell.

At least six hundred bullets are fired each second, striking the Black Soul Knight Legion lacking Soul Force Field protection, then exploding violently.

When the gunfire roared, the Black Soul Knight Legion fell in sheets.

Even though they were endowed with Ice Armor and wore rune armor, under such ferocious firepower they were still no match.

The Death Knights within the Black Soul Knight Legion attempted to counterattack, but found themselves too far away.

They could not reach the Extreme Warriors in the sky; the spell range was far too short, some made their mounts soar briefly like a bird of prey, only to be blown up in an instant.

This wave of fire lasted for over ten seconds.

When the gunfire ceased, all Black Soul Knight Legion that had surged out of Deep Cold Hell were completely annihilated; the undead corpses and shattered armor littered the ground, which resembled a meteor‑rain‑pocked battlefield, with no creature left able to stand.

Aside from Lei En and the Extreme Warriors, both sides on the battlefield were stunned.

At least a thousand members of the Black Soul Knight Legion were eliminated.

While the Extreme Warriors numbered only one hundred twenty, the disparity was nearly tenfold, yet the outcome was a complete victory with no losses on their side.

What kind of extraordinary legion is this!

On the city walls, the dwarves couldn't help but repeatedly glance upward, watching the Extreme Warriors riding fire dragons, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Kestajin's eyes bulged, muttering, "What a terrifying legion!"

"Turn around!"

Lei En stood behind an Extreme Warrior, shouting loudly.

All one hundred twenty Extreme Warriors simultaneously received orders from the original body; their legs clamped the fire dragon's neck, the flame‑like wings covering the sky like a burning cloud, they lifted upward, regaining altitude while turning to avoid flying into Deep Cold Hell's attack zone.

During this process, Lei En kept his eyes fixed on Pula Mon, not moving a second.

Pula Mon also cast his gaze.

Both sides stared at each other across the distance, but neither made any further move.

Lei En is very wary of Deep Cold Hell, does not dare to rashly enter; Plamon also must guard the teleportation gate, cannot leave lightly.

From the teleportation gate in Deep Cold Hell, Black Soul Knight Corps surge out again.

Soon, the number of Black Soul Knight Corps again exceeds a thousand, then they charge headlong toward the highland fortress, but this time they disperse, splitting into three routes, to avoid being too dense and annihilated.

The Extreme Warriors have already flown back to their original positions, forming a formation.

Seeing the enemy split into three groups, Lei En instantly decides to strike separately. As the original body, giving orders to his symbionts is most convenient; in just a few seconds, Lei En divided the Extreme Warriors into three squads, each of forty, to confront each enemy force.

The Extreme Warriors show no hesitation, their coordination as seamless as a single person, immediately forming three squads and diving toward the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three consecutive cannon blasts, the Electric Light Cannon explodes the fragile soul‑force field that was weak due to insufficient numbers, exposing them.

Then the Bolt Gun's bullet storm meets them.

After the gunfire, the second wave of Black Soul Knight Corps is also wiped out. The three squads of Extreme Warriors quickly turn in the sky, gathering together.

The battle flows as smoothly as clouds and water, prompting the dwarves to exclaim in awe.

In Deep Cold Hell, Plamon wears a face of ice.

The flame in his eyes seems frozen, he stares intently at Lei En and the Extreme Warriors, showing ruthlessness and coldness.

The fight does not cease.

More Black Soul Knight Corps burst from the teleportation gate; these emotionless undead creatures know no fear, faithfully executing Plamon's orders. They surge out wave after wave, but as soon as they leave Deep Cold Hell's range they are slaughtered by the Extreme Warriors.

One wave has not settled before another assaults.

Plamon does not let the Black Soul Knight Corps die in vain; each charge differs.

Sometimes he sends the Black Soul Knight Corps into the sky, trying to close distance for melee with the Extreme Warriors; sometimes he scatters them completely, avoiding a collective charge to disperse firepower; sometimes he splits them into dozens of squads, attempting to bypass the cannon towers...

Yet none of these tactics prove useful.

No matter what method Plamon devises, Lei En always commands the Extreme Warriors to respond perfectly.

These one hundred twenty Extreme Warriors, together with four Electric Light Cannons, form a copper wall of iron, yet remain supremely agile, as solid as reefs in the sea, firmly repelling wave after wave of Black Soul Knight Corps.

The battle reaches a white‑hot climax.

The Black Soul Knight Corps have charged dozens of times, yet never break the defense; even the best charge only reaches a point two li from the highland fortress.

On this battlefield spanning several square kilometers, the ground is littered with undead corpses.

Lei En glanced at his phone interface.

He no longer knows how much energy was absorbed by killing so many Black Soul Knight Corps. However, the main brain's heart has risen to level eight, and the titanium‑golden body has smoothly advanced to level two.

The twelve wizard avatars in the Obsidian Tower have all reached level nine.

Wizard promotion to Legendary is relatively difficult; mere mana is insufficient, one must construct a five‑ring spell model to trigger soul metamorphosis.

Thus the wizard avatars are stuck at the bottleneck, unable to help consume energy.

Energy continues to rise.

All spells that can be upgraded have hit the ring limit. With no other recourse, Lei En invests the energy into several Legendary Elements, continuing the ascent.

Suddenly, the Black Soul Knight Corps' charge stops.

Lei En orders the Extreme Warriors to keep the fiery dragon hovering high, then sees that the teleportation gate still continuously spawns Black Soul Knight Corps. But this time, they do not rush out of Deep Cold Hell immediately; instead they circle the gate, their numbers growing.

Plamon changes strategy.

Lei En instantly understands the opponent's intent: Plamon intends to amass enough Black Soul Knight Corps to launch a single massive charge.

Quantity is the Black Soul Knight Corps' greatest advantage.

As long as they are so many that the Extreme Warriors cannot kill them all in time, they can break through the defense.

Plamon watches Lei En from afar in the sky, a confident smile on his face, yet the cold in his eyes is like a biting wind.

"Hm."

Lei En returns a disdainful glance.

He pulls out a magic communication stone, says in a deep voice: "Speaker Ronnie, prepare to attack." The stone flickers once, sending a calm reply, "We are ready."

From the hall of the highland fortress steps a robust figure.

His visage is imposing, angular features sharp, with long red hair, a dense short beard on his chin, wearing a fitted magical robe, wielding a tall red‑blue bicolor staff, exuding powerful elemental auras of ice and fire.

It is Speaker Ronnie of Weizelan, who recently reached Legendary Peak.

Behind Ronnie follows a group of Wizards, all members of the Weizelan Wizards Corps, each equipped finely, bearing a fierce temperament, displaying power far beyond that of peers.

The Wizards quickly gather on the open ground before the fortress.

Ronnie waves his hand; dozens of refined mithril plates fly out, land and automatically assemble into a massive rune formation. Over sixty Wizards step onto it, each standing on a rune node, centering on Ronnie to begin joint casting.

This is the Soul Gathering Rune Formation!

Every Wizard in Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng has learned to channel soul power through the formation, concentrating it onto one person; higher‑ring spells can then be cast, amplifying power or expanding damage radius.

Years ago, the Weizelan Wizards of the Dragon‑born Alliance used this method to blast open the water‑shield of the Torrent Fortress.

At that time the spell was led by Speaker Kelaoaosi; this time Ronnie takes the lead, and the number of participating Wizards has doubled. Over sixty Wizards pour soul power into the ground, lines of glyphs light up, mysterious runes flash, and the formation is instantly activated.

The massive soul power converges onto Ronnie through the rune formation.

He bears this vast soul power, grips the staff, fixes his gaze on Deep Cold Hell, and begins focused casting.

Between heaven and earth, countless fire Elements surge wildly.

A surge of heat drives the cold.

This joint casting takes a long time, far slower than Saint Rank casters, yet its power surpasses them.

Plamon in Deep Cold Hell also sees Ronnie and the Weizelan Wizards, his expression wavering; if Ronnie succeeds in casting against him, the danger is immense. His Deep Cold Hell has been active for a long time; even without being attacked, it is already in its final stage.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Plamon urges the Lich not to spare soul power, to enlarge the teleportation gate further so more Black Soul Knight Corps can pass.

Both sides are stockpiling their strongest strike.

The Black Soul Knight Order surrounding the portal has already surpassed five thousand, and the Weizelan Wizards' spellcasting is close to completion.

Plamon stared at the raging fire element in the sky, pupils instantly narrowed, and recognized the enemy's spell.

Nine-ring Technique — Powerful Meteor Burst!

(End of Chapter)