Despite facing so obstacles, the shadows undoubtedly beca the first presence to reach the battlefield.
The black mist, akin to ink and shadows, made the dark environnt already altered by battle even deeper.
In this darkness, the power of the rats was influenced by the environnt, reaching its peak at this mont.
The avatar of the Shadow Evil God, enveloped in black mist, surged onto the battlefield like a raging tide.
Wherever it passed, soldiers found themselves tightly entangled by their own shadows, their throats rcilessly crushed.
Many rats also lost their shadows, and the United Army found it increasingly difficult to withstand the rampage of these shadow avatars.
"Bastard, truly insidious," a Night Watcher commander cursed angrily.
An avatar of an Evil God, neither relying on level advantage to relieve the encirclent of the evil rats nor blocking Kana's clearance of the rats, instead split into several parts, deliberately targeting the Night Watchers for slaughter, its intention appallingly clear.
The magic power of chaos surged, and yet another avatar of an Evil God descended onto the battlefield.
The sll of blood quickly perated, almost replacing the air entirely.
In the darkness, only the moonlight fell, but wherever the moonlight shone, it had already turned into a shocking scarlet.
At this mont, whether rats or the United Army, their fighting spirits were skyrocketing wildly.
The so-called morale was no longer existent here. Now, hovering above this war, there was only endless slaughter and the frenzy of battle; no one was a coward, not even those timid rats from day to day.
In the face of the Blood God, escape did not exist; there was only fighting to the death.
The bloodiness of the battlefield instantly spiked to the extre, the brutal slashing happening mont after mont, in utter chaos.
"Ignite the dance of flesh and blood, Kana, and fight with !" The arrogant avatar of the Blood God appeared at the center of the battlefield.
One could see it snapping its crimson chains, and the fallen corpses twitched, slowly climbing up, tightly wrapped in the bloody aura.
Even in death, they continued to fight.
The warriors affected by it surged towards the Blood God's avatar, one after another.
However, the Blood God's avatar just laughed out loud, letting them attack.
Next, it swung its chain fiercely, with the chain's tip instantly transforming into a massive axe, chopping fiercely towards where Kana stood.
"What a pity."
Kana thought to himself, the number of rats was still considerable, but there was no ti to deal with them at the mont.
Seizing an opening on the battlefield, he acted decisively.
Kana withdrew his power, grasping the Frost Lord, and slashed towards that axe violently.
The Blood God's avatar had to be dealt with; this guy would cling to him until the bitter end in battle, a truly troubleso foe, much like being stuck to by a madman.
At this mont, the battlefield reeked with the stench of filth and blood, making one want to retch.
The plague had descended.
Rotting hands reached for the ankles of the living, and from beneath the black robe of the plague avatar, dark green toxic fus seeped out.
The Night Watcher's armor that was tainted quickly grew mold spots, with rust penetrating the skin, piercing into the organs.
The corpses rotted at an incredible speed, sprouting pustules.
A multitude of rats scrambled up from the ground, and many United Army soldiers donned in armor, wielding weapons, also fell under the influence.
Yet, only the corpses of the Night Watchers seed to have received so kind of "blessing."
At this mont, desire also quietly erged at the edge of the battlefield.
The humans she gazed upon behaved in the most bizarre ways, suddenly turning their sword towards their comrades to pull out intestines, weaving them into garlands, and playfully hanging them around their necks, even trying to burrow their heads into each other's stomachs, their desire so heightened that they wished to rge into one.
The entire battlefield beca increasingly chaotic, a scene of demonic dance, making it almost impossible to discern the reality.
Both sides of the battle were influenced by various powerful presences, unable to control their own actions, blindly driven by these forces, engaging in combat.
Despite the chaos, the war raged on fiercely.
The silver liquid behind Kana rapidly solidified, forming twelve longbows.
As the arrows left the string, they split into a rainstorm-like curtain of arrows, each arrow bearing a rich blood hue.
These arrows pierced through the black mist of the shadow avatars, pinning into their entities with precision. The humanoid shadows emitted a sharp screech like shattering glass.
The shadow avatars, being overly fragnted, were relatively easy to eliminate.
However, the chain swung by the Blood God avatar suddenly froze in mid-air—it turned out Kana's left hand was holding an illusionary grip, and the blood that was extracted was, under his control, reversing into a crimson vortex.
The power of frost surged forth, freezing the blood and chains together, then the power continued to climb along the chain.
A mass of plague-ford plague bodies continuously erged from the corpses around Kana, rapidly converging towards him.
Suddenly, the silver tide boiled and surged violently.
Kana decisively tore his wrist open, and the gushing blood rged with the silver liquid, forming a crimson-silver torrent that instantly condensed into three hundred tal giants wielding chain saws.
The chainsaw rcilessly tore through the plague rat horde, what splattered was not blood but shredded chunks of gray fur and various foul-slling pus and liquid.
However, these were all alchemical creations made by Kana, equipped with special defenses, the power of the plague couldn't affect them.
The desire avatar finally took action, exhaling a pink breath towards the tal giant.
In an instant, those slaughter machines suddenly began to chop each other, with iron scraps falling like silver snowflakes.
Fortunately, the blood-red thread descended, regaining control of the situation.
The shadow avatar quietly rose from behind Kana, a dagger condensed from shadow, stabbed directly towards his heart.
This was the real avatar it had been hiding, the ones split off before were just illusions to confuse others.
At the critical mont, the saint spear puppet, originally fighting the evil rats, decisively threw the glowing cross long spear in its hand with all its might.
The cross long spear streaked through the night sky like a teor, piercing the shadow precisely, nailing the evil god's avatar on the wall, which let out a painful scream.
For the shadow evil god, frontal combat was not suitable, but this was just an avatar, and it had to participate, which was extrely frustrating.
Kana reacted swiftly, grabbing the dissipating shadow with his reverse hand, silver liquid poured into the evil god avatar through the wound, causing it to explode into a sky full of black feathers.
However, it wasn't very significant.
Although this avatar was destroyed, large amounts of shadow returned to the ground, like massive blobs of shadow gliding across the surface, heading towards the scattered avatars. The shadow evil god's strength in direct combat was not great, but its annoying ability was first-class.
The blood god avatar's chain suddenly wrapped around Kana's neck, veins under his skin bulging instantly.
"When did it arrive?" Kana was shocked, but this sudden attack wasn't overwhelmingly powerful.
Kana bared his bloodstained teeth, letting out a cold laugh.
The extracted blood abruptly solidified outside his body, forming a suit of crimson armor that in turn lted the chain into molten iron.
When the plague avatar spilled toxic rain, the silver liquid under Kana's feet soared upwards, transforming into a swirling tal storm, reflecting all the toxin back.
The toxic liquid splattered everywhere, affecting countless rats, and they weren't the only ones to suffer.
"Get lost! He's mine!" the blood god roared, determined to fight Kana to the death even though it was just an avatar that had descended.
It wouldn't allow the plague to intervene, nor the shadow to lurk at the side for an ambush.
Screw you, who wants to fight you one-on-one.
Kana cursed inwardly, now was the battlefield, he wished these three would keep their eyes on him.
After all, this was just an avatar, limited in power, though its level was indeed high.
Moreover, Kana had knowledge of their powers and had made many preparations in advance, confident in being able to stall them, even finding it sowhat easy.
But the blood god, as expected, kept shouting for a duel, which was truly annoying.
"We must take down the blood god first, it's a battle maniac." Kana made up his mind.
"Co! I'll take your head off!"
Kana directly stole the blood god's line, instantly converting his attributes to physique, holding the frost lord in one hand, the weapon made of blood and silver liquid in the other.
The look and the words enraged the blood god completely, who charged at Kana without hesitation.
Although the duel between the two disallowed intervention, the power Kana left on the battlefield was still influenced in many ways.
"Woah!!"
The horn of the Night Watcher blared at that mont.
Three hundred white-robed priests simultaneously sliced their palms, their blood drawing sacred runes in the sky.
At so unknown ti, Alyris appeared there, with the saintess of the holy blade Vionasha beside her.
Their powers began to operate in unison.
The blood of the holy light priests underwent a special transformation under the control of Alyris and Vionasha.
A fla of holy fire rose from the sky. This was the power of the saintess of the holy fire on the battlefield, with another two saintesses assisting beside her.
Holy knights and priests ford a circle, devoutly conducting the ritual. The rats around had been thoroughly cleared away.
Divine power surged like a tide, quickly dispelling the darkness.
At this mont, the golden blood was deftly manipulated, moving with almost blinking speed. Transforming into threads, they perfectly rged with the blood-red threads in the sky, rapidly shooting out to various corners of the battlefield.
These threads successfully bound the shadow avatars rampaging across the battlefield.
The shadow avatar, crushed once by Kana, was less powerful than when it first descended, and had been divided into several portions, now powerless to escape.
"Again with this unforeseeable foresight."
The shadow evil god muttered to itself, reluctantly withdrawing its power, retreating beyond the realm without hesitation.
The first to descend, also the first to flee.
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