The sound of battle echoed through the night.
Wave after wave of the United Army’s siege continued.
Various factions launched their attacks, leaving no respite for the Blood Race Royal Court’s defending forces.
Even the countless Ghouls could only leave their corpses scattered across the ground at this mont.
Right at the edge of the battlefield.
A massive pile of Ghoul corpses lay there, with flas constantly burning them.
The entire battlefield was filled with the stench of charred flesh.
And at the center of the Royal Capital.
In the towering castle.
At this mont, there were very few Blood Race left in the castle, making it almost like a ghost city.
On top of a spire at its pinnacle.
The king of the Blood Race stood silently on the balcony, hands behind his back, gazing at the direction of the battlefield.
"Kill, co quickly, I can hardly wait."
Perhaps because his ideal was about to be realized.
The king was unusually excited, his voice even carried a hint of tremble.
He could even feel ill-intentioned gazes coming from all directions—gazes from one formidable opponent after another.
Even though he endured so many glances, he could not help but shiver.
But this was exactly what he wanted.
This was what he anticipated.
He could no longer tell whether the tremble was caused by pressure or excitent.
Behind him, at the center of the room ford by alchemy equipnt, the complete Stone of Creation was slowly rotating.
Everything was ready.
He had confird it again and again.
On the battlefield.
The war mages from the Magic United Council gathered together.
The mage leading them looked in the direction of the battlefield.
"That area is on the verge of collapse. Co on, everyone, let’s end this war."
He raised his magic staff high as he spoke.
The center of his magic staff gathered a red light.
The war mages watched this scene and likewise raised their staffs diagonally up.
These war mages clearly used specially made staffs.
Even the tips of the gemstones were only partially exposed from the rest of the tal casing.
They looked more like tal clubs than staffs and could deliver imnse impact when bashing enemies.
The gathered magic power was nearly visible to the naked eye.
It transford into red light on the leader’s staff.
"Thief of Fire’s Sin!"
As he shouted.
The pitch-black sky suddenly displayed a vivid beam of light.
Many battling soldiers couldn’t help but turn their gazes to the sky.
What they saw were the clouds scorched into fiery red clouds.
A gigantic fireball descended like molten lava.
Shouts and curses arose all around.
So officers even rushed towards the mage’s formation.
For the fireball was aid where many United Army troops were stationed.
But the Magic United Council clearly did not care about those.
With the fall of the fireball.
The section of the wall once shaky now completely crumbled under the explosion.
A breach opened through the wall.
Even the furious officers looking to settle scores with those damned mages had to shift their focus to the breach.
"Attack!"
All the resting soldiers rose and ard themselves.
Following their comrades on the battlefield, they charged towards the breach.
A multitude of Blood Race Soldiers and Ghouls were also gathering in the direction of the breach trying to resist.
This place instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.
A faint red glow descended from the sky.
Both sides of the battle simultaneously received blessings from different powers.
The fervor of war, the brutality of flesh battles, made minds excited and cast every other concern aside.
Only fighting and slaughter were everything at this mont.
"It’s the Evil God!"
The accompanying bishop shouted loudly.
All officers also noticed sothing amiss.
Such frenzied battle drew the gaze of the "Bone Admiring Master," who equally blessed each unit of war.
The battle suddenly escalated.
The entire battlefield instantly beca a bloody ss.
Full of frenzied roars.
"Quick, tell your n to stop. They’ve been blessed by the Evil God. If they continue fighting like this, they’re likely to fall!"
The bishop persuaded from the side.
However, the officers surveyed the battlefield and remained silent, with no one issuing such orders.
How could they withdraw now?
"Perhaps it’s not as bad as you think?" One general said.
Because nothing noteworthy appeared on the battlefield.
Their warriors were engaged in combat with the enemy, even more heroic than before.
The bishop saw the scene and opened his mouth, finally closing it silently, realizing it was impossible to stop them now.
Because more people couldn’t wait anymore.
The bishop glanced towards a direction.
Even the Saintess of the Sacred Blade was there waiting.
A complete Stone of Creation.
Honestly, the bishop had never imagined in his lifeti that a complete Stone of Creation would reappear in this world.
And he was fortunate enough to witness the ergence of that stone.
Faced with such an existence.
The battle below blessed by the Evil God seed insignificant.
If it weren’t for the fear of unexpected events.
The mont the city was besieged, those strong entities had already erged.
They remained concealed in tacit understanding, just to see if the Blood Race King was hiding anything else.
That’s why they let the United Army continue attacking to explore.
Facing the blessings of the Evil God.
Even the Night Watchers nearby were closely observing.
Fortunately, things hadn’t totally spiraled out of control.
The blessings from the Evil God was rely an attempt to plant seeds within the hearts of warriors from both sides.
Without further actions.
After all, there were too many powerful people ambushing everywhere; even if he descended his powers, he couldn’t contend against these elites during this period.
So more ti was needed.
Now everyone watched the breach, observed the slaughterhouse onsite.
Watched the warriors’ engagents.
"Soone has already fallen." Alyris said quietly.
Kana could only nod helplessly.
Given such battlefield situations, it’s rather unusual to have no one fall.
But fortunately, there’s a large number of enemies, if one fell they’d vent their wrath primarily on these foes.
Finally, the breach was completely opened.
The United Army’s warriors poured through.
Comncent of cleanse on the city’s Blood Race.
"Did the Blood Squad get rescued?"
Kana asked, watching the scene.
Alyris nodded.
"The numbers aren’t many."
This was understandable; few managed to grasp enduring life rely through Blood drinking.
"It’s ti, Grey Fang, fly to the sky then."
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