Chapter 83

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Chapter 83: The End of the Warrior

The battle in the forest has reached a boiling point.

Bell is surrounded by strange blue curves, and his power has reached the peak of the fifth tier.

He fights alongside Lennon with a long spear.

At their feet, hundreds of Night Demon corpses lie scattered on the ground.

All of this is Lennon’s work.

He not only firmly suppressed Bell but also still had the strength to chop the surrounding Night Demon Soldiers into pieces.

It can be said that he alone destroyed one-third of the Night Demon Army’s power.

But… this is where it ends.

"Clang!"

Swinging his spear away, Lennon kicked Bell in the chest and lifted his great sword, ready to behead him. But several Night Demons suddenly charged out, their curved blades slicing across his knees and elbows.

"Ouch…"

In pain, Lennon swung his blade and chopped the few Night Demon soldiers into pieces, but he also lost the chance to finish Bell off, giving him a moment to recover.

"Huff…" Breathing heavily with his eyes closed, Lennon’s body was covered in wounds, with crimson flowing over his skin, draining his life force every second.

Lennon fought against the Night Demon Army, retreating from the raft position to the agreed low ground. The more than thirty Order Cultists beside him had all been defeated, leaving only him.

Hehe, you truly are a sixth-tier Divine Knight, Knight Lennon." Bell adjusted his long spear and coughed up some blood, "Blindness, slowing, freezing… Hehe, after being hit by so many dark Night Demon spells and making so many sacrifices, you’ve only managed to bring you this far.

"I can’t imagine how many casualties we would suffer if we had to face you and the White Cavalry Army head-on without the power of the ancient dragon."

"But this should be the end of it, right? Where is the large army you need to protect? If they don’t come out soon, we will have to collect your bodies."

Bell teased Lennon, knowing he wasn’t foolish; he had been observing the terrain on the way here.

Even though this place was a lowland, it wasn’t surrounded by mountains, and there were no narrow passes to get trapped in. Even if there were hidden enemies, we could rely on the Giant Toothed Lizard’s mobility to escape.

That’s why he ordered the soldiers to chase right in.

Bell believed that taking this small risk was worth it to defeat a sixth-tier Superoperator.

After all, there aren’t many chances to use an army to hunt down a Superoperator.

Generally speaking, while high-tier Superoperators are powerful, their effectiveness in battle can be somewhat limited.

For example, a fifth-tier Superoperator could easily crush or even defeat any Superoperator below the fourth tier in single combat, but on the battlefield, they could only handle up to ten fourth-tier attackers at most.

If there are more reinforcements constantly casting spells beside a fourth-tier warrior, the combat effectiveness of a fifth-tier warrior will drop even further, and there is even a possibility of being counterattacked.

Therefore, to unleash the power of high-level Superoperators, it is necessary to equip them with supporting soldiers.

These soldiers could be spellcasters, or fearless cavalry, differing based on the characteristics of the main commander.

This is also why Bell, as a fifth-tier Night Demon, can fight alongside Lennon and force him into this situation.

Of course, this is also thanks to the selfless support of the Night Demon Soldiers.

However, right now, Lennon does not have this support by his side.

This is the best chance to kill him; if he escapes back to the main army, it will be difficult to deal with him again.

Bell knows this, Lennon knows this, and Leo knows this, so Bell will surely take the bait.

Moreover, in Bell’s eyes, behind the Divine Knight, there is a strong possibility that the commander of the Winter Fortress, who must die, is also hiding.

"Hah, how embarrassing." Lennon closed his eyes and lifted the huge sword. Blinded by many magic spells, he relied only on his hearing to judge the enemy’s position, "I can’t believe you filthy dogs have pushed me to this point."

"I am indeed getting old."

"What a pity, if I were five years younger, I could easily defeat all of you."

"Hahaha, you are right." Bell showed a serious expression, "Knight Lennon, your great power is astonishing. The Night Demon tribe has always respected the strong. Our commander usually does not accept surrender, but for you, we can make an exception."

"If you are willing to surrender now, I can promise you that you will receive the highest respect from the Night Demon tribe."

"Hahaha, noisy!" Lennon laughed loudly, gripping the huge sword with his eyes still closed. He suddenly stomped his foot, and in the next moment, he had already appeared in front of Bell, "You want to persuade me to surrender? Are you scared?"

"Swish!"

"Clink!"

"Bang!"

"What! How do you still have this strength!"

Two giant swords, held in both hands, smashed down on Bell’s spear with the force of a storm.

Bell’s strength, boosted by countless spells, could not find a moment to breathe in this fierce assault and had to keep stepping back, adjusting his stance constantly.

The sword blade brushed past his long hair, grazing his eyelashes and nearly severing his head.

Cold sweat dripped onto the ground, reflecting his panicked eyes.

"Master, I am here to help you!"

"Lord of the dark night, grant us the power to destroy the world! Rise up, flames of sin!"

The dark flames released by all Night Demon spellcasters, filled with a strong scent of death, rose behind Bell, curled around him, and struck Lennon in the chest.

This stopped his attack.

A loud roar echoed.

Smoke filled the air, and the ground shook continuously.

Bell took a few steps back, trying to stop himself from falling, glanced at the long spear broken in two in his hand, and swallowed hard in fear.

In that moment, he truly thought he was going to die.

This long spear was one of the divine weapons of the Night Demon clan, enhanced by dragon blood, yet it was completely destroyed by the Divine Knight in the smoke.

And that knight named Lennon was using two very ordinary standard great swords.

"What a monster. But this is where it ends; being hit by the fire of sin head-on, even a Divine Knight at their peak would not be able to endure."

Sure enough.

As the smoke cleared, Lennon was left with only one great sword in his hand, leaning on it to keep himself from falling.

But those fading eyes and weak breaths all told the story that this warrior had reached the end of his life.

However, things were not easy for Night Demon either.

To deal with this sixth-tier powerhouse, they sacrificed one-third of their soldiers’ lives, and the remaining spellcasters were almost out of strength, constantly adjusting their breathing.

It is important to know that this was Commander Calvaro’s personal guard, and the weakest soldier was already a third-tier warrior, with more than half of them being skilled at the fourth tier.

With such strength, even if there were only about a thousand of them, they could easily face a regular army of ten thousand.

"You are a respected warrior, cough, cough." Bell spat out a little blood and walked toward Lennon.

He wanted to give Lennon the highest honor—by personally taking his head.

One step, two steps, three steps, the distance between Bell and Lennon grew smaller and smaller;

Boom! Boom! Boom! The tremors of the earth grew louder, just like the heartbeat of someone who had come back to life, beating more powerfully.

"Master!"

A loud shout echoed in the Night Demon Army. Bell turned towards the sound, but her pupils shrank to a pinprick the next moment…

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