Chapter 967: Invincible Legion

"Advance for Augustus!"

The Extreme Warrior shouted the legion's battle cry, pushing the Titan Engine to its limit, spewing scorching flames from its back, driving the tens‑thousands‑pound power armor into a frenzied acceleration, the running speed suddenly multiplying several times, like ground‑hugging flight.

Amid the massive roar, the entire legion surged forward at breakneck speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Extreme Warrior burst out of the meteor fire‑rain bombardment zone, hundreds of fireballs exploding behind them, serving only as a backdrop.

The Abyss Knights that surged in from both sides also lost their targets, but it was too late to turn.

The next second.

The legion collided head‑on with the Abyss Knights.

The first thing struck was the Abyss Knights' evil‑energy shield; the dark‑green shield was extremely sturdy, like a wall, even a Bolt Gun had to concentrate fire to barely pierce it for an instant, yet before the Extreme Warrior it was as fragile as paper, collapsing at the first impact.

Boom!

The Abyss Knight, due to the shield's collapse, suffered a backlash, the evil energy within violently trembling, and his mind involuntarily stalled for a moment.

When they recovered, the Extreme Warrior had already arrived right in front of them.

A terrifying momentum rushed toward them.

The Extreme Warrior in power armor was tall and broad; standing on the ground they were still about half a head taller than the Abyss Knights riding hellish warhorses, their whole form like a metal fortress, yet moving at incomprehensible speed, they swung their electric great sword with all their might.

Puff! Crack! Snap…

The sword light flashed by; anything the blade touched—Abyss Knight's armor, weapons, and even the hellish warhorse and its saddle beneath them—was sliced apart like tofu.

Lightning‑shaped sword light erupted from the great sword, sweeping forward, instantly slaying a dozen‑plus Abyss Knights.

From the dwarf's view atop the wall, the Abyss Knights and Extreme Warriors were like two torrents colliding head‑on; the numbers were vastly uneven, over a hundred‑fold difference, yet the outcome was opposite— the Extreme Warriors completely crushed the Abyss Knights in the first wave, achieving a decisive victory.

Across the entire front, only one spot remained stalemated.

It was the position of the blood‑thirsty king Kurgos; he led from the front, charging the first line of Abyss Knights, and at the moment of collision he engaged Malius.

Clang!

A booming blast rang out; Malius's electric great sword collided with Kurgos's spear without any flourish, instantly determining superiority, the sword rebounded, and Malius was flung backward.

But Kurgos's hellish warhorse could not withstand the terrifying force; crushed by its own master's weight, its spine snapped, and it howled as it fell.

This prevented him from immediately pursuing Malius.

Xikalius, with four elite veterans in tow, seized the opportunity to assault Kurgos; five great swords descended from all directions, perfectly coordinated, leaving no room for the enemy to dodge. At the same time, the thunder‑roar Bolt Gun in his hand fired.

Boom—boom—boom…

Armor‑piercing rounds struck Kurgos's head, heart, and leg joints, each deflected by a layer of evil‑energy armor, causing no damage, but the impact knocked him off balance, forcing him to raise an arm to shield his eyes.

Kurgos sensed the danger; even with his eyes covered he could lock onto the enemy's direction, and with his other hand he swung a blood‑red great spear, sweeping outward.

Clang—clang—bang!

The blood‑red great spear deflected three electric great swords and also struck an Extreme Warrior.

But this Extreme Warrior seemed to have intended to be hit, already prepared for impact; the "resistance field" on his armor ran at full capacity, yet the spear still shattered it, the spear tip sweeping across his chest, piercing the outer armor without harming the warrior inside. Ignoring his damaged armor, he moved like lightning, having already discarded the Bolt Gun and electric great sword, and seized the enemy's spear in one hand.

Kurgos originally intended to turn and strike back at the two enemies behind him.

This caused his movement to stall; instinctively trying to pull back the blood‑red great spear, he found it firmly grasped by the Extreme Warrior and couldn't break free.

Bang—bang!

Two electric great swords solidly slashed Kurgos's back.

The power armor boosted the Extreme Warrior's strength by two levels, the Titan Engine ran at full power, and the disintegration field on the sword finally breached the Chosen Champion's evil‑energy armor and heavy plating; the blade tip pierced his back, straight into the heart.

"Seeking death!"

Kurgos let out a feral roar; the massive evil energy within erupted wildly, a booming roar sounded, his body swelled to over three meters tall, blasting the surrounding Extreme Warriors away.

Blood streamed from his back, but the wound healed rapidly.

The pain sparked the Chosen Champion's bloodlust, sharpening his thoughts, but before he could catch his breath, six Extreme Warriors lunged at him. Each of them looked identical, wielding electric great swords and Bolt Guns, firing before even reaching him.

Bullets struck Kurgos's body, spraying countless sparks.

The gleaming sword blade filled his vision.

"What the hell are these enemies?" Kurgos shouted inwardly.

He had roamed the New Continent for millennia, even the Eternal Chosen Aikon could not best him; confident in his overwhelming strength and fearless, yet he had never faced enemies like these.

None of them were Saint Rank elites, yet they possessed power and defense comparable to Saint Rank masters, with speed unbelievably fast, their coordination seamless as if one person. If there were only two or three, Kurgos would dismiss them, easily wiping them out, but being besieged by a dozen‑plus such foes made his scalp tingle.

Moreover, there were a full three hundred of them on the battlefield!

Kurgos instantly felt regret; as soon as those enemies appeared, he should have withdrawn with a large force instead of letting the Abyss Knights charge.

Even he was in danger; Abyss Knights facing these foes were essentially suicide!

Kurgos heard the Abyss Knights' screams; his most relied‑upon troops were being slaughtered.

"Retreat!"

The Chosen Champion let out a roar that echoed across the battlefield.

His command rang like a dragon's roar; the surging evil energy erupted, the pressure solidified into a force that stalled the advancing Extreme Warriors, while layers of blood wave surged outward from his body, lifting him upward, allowing him to leap out of their encirclement.

After ascending, the blood wave beneath Kurgos exploded, sweeping the surroundings like a tsunami.

Xikalius and a dozen Extreme Warriors were trapped within the blood wave; this strange blood water contained potent toxins and corrosives, wildly eroding their power armor.

It was an excellent chance to counterattack the Extreme Warriors.

Yet Kurgos showed no desire to linger in battle, turning and dashing toward the rear of the battlefield, but as soon as he turned, a sword beam dozens of meters long slashed him—it was Malius, who had been knocked airborne in the first clash, steadied himself, and surged forward again.

The blood‑red great spear swung backward, raising a massive spray of blood light that blocked a great sword.

Bang!

This time, Malius, after a full‑throttle boost, gained the upper hand in the melee and knocked Kurgos down.

The evil‑energy blood wave on the ground disintegrated, the Extreme Warriors broke free and surged to attack again.

Malius also dived down from the sky.

In an instant, Kurgos fell back into the encirclement; although his strength far surpassed that of an Extreme Warrior and Ma Liwu Si was no match, facing a siege by a dozen Extreme Warriors, his two hands could not fend off four, and Kurgos was tangled and could not break free.

After several rounds of entanglement, each time Kurgos struck, an Extreme Warrior's armor was damaged or wounded, yet none were killed.

The wounded Extreme Warrior withdrew immediately, letting other brothers take the front.

Instead, Kurgos himself sustained injuries.

On the high platform behind the city wall, the Dwarf King and the King of the Hills stared dumbfounded; having fought Kurgos before, they knew how powerful the Chosen Champion was, and now he was being battered disgracefully by Extreme Warriors—though they could not kill him, the scene was still astonishing.

"I'll go help them!"

The King of Zhigao Shan, Thorgrin, brandished the "Gelinmneil's Axe" and prepared to join the fight. He is the strongest dwarf, the highest‑ranked King of the Hills, only slightly weaker than Kurgos; for the past months he has been holding back the Chosen Champion.

"We'll go too."

Several Dwarf Kings and Kings of the Hills also voiced their intent.

Kestajin hurriedly stopped them, shouting, "Lei En told you not to act. Just have the Extreme Warriors keep Kurgos occupied; do not kill him. Kurgos cannot die yet; we need to keep him alive."

The dwarves were baffled; a prime chance to slay a strong foe lay before them—how could they let it pass?

Magnus Copper Ring asked, "Consul, do you really say that?"

"Yes," Kestajin nodded.

"Very well."

Although the dwarves could not grasp Lei En's request, they obeyed and continued to watch the battle—more precisely, they watched the Extreme Warriors' one‑sided slaughter of the Abyss Knights.

At this moment, the Extreme Warriors had already advanced over a thousand meters.

Sword light swirled, gunfire roared.

More than two hundred Extreme Warriors formed a single line, marching forward like a massive steel wall that crushed the Abyss Knights before them, leaving a field of corpses behind. No matter the rank of the Abyss Knights—Mid‑stage, High‑stage, or Legendary—including their Hell Warhorses, they all met only one fate before the Extreme Warriors: death!

Many Abyss Knights fought back bravely, yet left no mark on the powered armor.

Hell Warhorses crashed desperately, only to shatter themselves.

In less than a minute.

The Extreme Warriors pierced the Abyss Knights, creating a gap hundreds of meters wide in the thirty‑thousand‑strong Abyss Knight formation. The Extreme Warriors immediately leapt into the sky, arcing back and splitting into two squads to fire from above.

Over ten thousand Abyss Knights had already been slain; the survivors were cut in half, their demonic shields weakened, and the Chosen Champion was once again entangled, fully exposed to the gun barrels.

A storm of bullets rained down.

Masses of Abyss Knights were blown apart, and the Extreme Warriors' killing efficiency rose severalfold.

At once, the Abyss Knights' willpower collapsed.

Their formation broke apart, each fleeing for survival, mixing with tens of thousands of Demonkin warriors, trampling their own kin in a frantic scramble.

On the battlefield, the Demonkin army was reduced to two flanking corps, each retaining a formation of ten thousand Abyss Knights, each led by a Chosen Champion. These two flank corps failed to execute the surprise attack; they looped around the field while the Demonkin army fell into chaos.

"Scatter them!"

Kurgos shouted orders amid the fight.

"At once, master!"

The two Chosen Champions obeyed without hesitation, each leading ten thousand Abyss Knights to charge toward the dozens of Extreme Warriors besieging Kurgos.

They would sacrifice their lives to relieve the Blood‑thirsty King, holding the Extreme Warriors so Kurgos could break free.

Hooves thundered.

A cavalry torrent of Abyss Knights surged from both sides at high speed; when they were still about a hundred meters from the Extreme Warriors, a roar of thunder sounded overhead.

Then lightning flashed before their eyes.

Bolts of lightning fell, revealing a mass of enemies with dark‑gold wings and golden armor, forming a human wall blocking the charge; their faces were masked, hiding features, and bright lightning danced on their hands as they landed.

"Charge!"

"Ram them down dead!"

The Abyss Knights shouted loudly, channeling demonic energy to harden their shields, attempting to crush the enemies before them.

Boom—

Countless lightning erupted in the hands of the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers; each Thundercast Celestial Soldier cast the same spell, the Seven‑ring spell—Thunderstorm!

This is the Arcane Element attached to the silver‑angel demon soul; after a Thundercast Celestial Soldier ascended to Legendary Mid‑stage, it was copied from the soul of the original Lei En. Lei En himself rarely uses this spell, as opportunities to cast it are few.

Thunderstorm is a wall of thunder.

In a single breath, a curtain of hundreds of lightning bolts formed, each thunderwall over three meters thick, twenty meters high, nearly fifty meters wide; the layers spread half a mile wide, stacked to over a hundred meters thick, standing before the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers.

An Abyss Knight barreled into the super‑reinforced Thunderstorm wall; the wall radiated countless lightning bolts, each equivalent to the power of a four‑ring chain lightning.

The more the Thunderstorm wall contacted the target, the more lightning was triggered.

In an instant, the triggered lightning multiplied into plasma.

Relying on their demonic shields, the Abyss Knights held out at first, but after advancing several hundred meters and reaching the middle of the super Thunderstorm wall, the shields collapsed. Countless lightning struck them, engulfing them and turning them to ash.

The charge speed was too great to be halted.

Abyss Knights surged into the Thunderstorm wall in squads, like a queue to death—enter and die.

Only the two leading Chosen Champions withstood the lightning; when they passed through the wall, their bodies were charred black, armor shattered, flesh a mess, their mounts long gone, and looking back they had become Light Rod Commanders.

Meanwhile, the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers had already taken to the sky, hurling clusters of Electric Blast Orbs, bombarding the fleeing Demonkin army.

The two hundred plus Extreme Warriors that had pierced the Abyss Knights now returned the kill.

The two Chosen Champions turned and fled.

They thought only of one thing: Kurgos, surrounded by a dozen enemies, could not hold out much longer; if they did not escape quickly, death was the only path.

The Extreme Warriors seemed not to notice the two Chosen Champions, allowing them to leave the battlefield.

Seeing the tide turn, Kurgos stubbornly withstood a round of attacks from Ma Liwu Si and the Extreme Warriors, wounded, then burst forth as a dazzling streak of blood, soaring into the sky faster than lightning, and vanished from sight.

All three Chosen Champions fled.

The Demonkin army, leaderless like headless flies, scrambled in panic; the Extreme Warriors and Thundercast Celestial Soldiers chased for a dozen miles before stopping. Of the over two hundred thousand Demonkin, about half escaped, the other half turned into corpses littering the battlefield.

The battle ended there.

On the city walls, the dwarves let out victorious cheers, looking with reverence at the retreating Extreme Warriors and Thundercast Celestial Soldiers.

The Dwarf Kings stood in neat rows on the high platform, their faces solemn, awaiting Lei En's descent.

(End of chapter)