Chapter 427
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Chapter 427: Overlord
The curtain of the Dark Portal kept flickering, the ground trembled, the smell of demonic fire filled the nostrils, and red and green flames flew across the dark sky.
The shouts of the Alliance soldiers and demons resounded through the battlefield, making it hard to distinguish between spells, insults, or loud chants.
A Dragonhawk was hit by some fel magic, burning and falling into a group of demons, struggling to stand up again, flapping its fiery wings to fend off approaching demons, but its neck was severed by a tall Demon Guard from behind.
Jesse witnessed this scene, then suddenly a Mo’arg Demon rushed towards him from the side. He had to move aside immediately as the fat vanguard wielded a hammer, smashing it into the ground where Jesse had just stood, bringing up a pile of black earth. The demon grinned at him foolishly, examining the weapon in his hand.
"Come on!" Jesse shouted, holding the Azuresong Mageblade.
However, before the blood-red-skinned monster could roar and raise the hammer in his hand, a lightning bolt flashed overhead, and a warhammer flew in from somewhere, directly smashing the demon’s arm and shoulder into a pulp.
The demon howled and fell to the ground crookedly, Jesse hurried over and fiercely plunged the sword blade into the demon’s heart, causing the huge lump of fat to immediately deflate limp.
The Gryphon Rider flew overhead, shouting "Yeehaw!" as he charged towards the distance. His warhammer flew back to his hand with his shout, then he hurled it towards the next target.
"We will be victorious!"
General Mograine’s voice not far away was crystal clear at this moment. After shouting, he immediately lifted up his dazzling gigantic sword and turned his horse towards a Demon Guard, charging forward.
On the battlefield, rows of blue, white, and red capes and armor could be seen. Paladins held up shining swords and warhammers, while Alliance soldiers advanced steadily.
As the sky darkened, the Arcane Crystal on top of the Mage Tower shone brightly, illuminating the battlefield like another sun. Each shimmer of light seemed to dim the ferocious black wave in front of the soldiers even more.
A three to four meters tall Eredar Wizard was surrounded by a group of human soldiers with spears. He gritted his teeth, waving his staff fiercely. With each swing, soldiers were sent flying, but he was covered in wounds, his eyes no longer burning with intense magical flames. Soon, he fell heavily to the ground.
Soldiers stepped over his body, continuing their advance. Other Eredar Wizards glared at the advancing front line as they cast spells and retreated. The Magic Shield of the Mage Tower seemed even stronger than before. More and more priests and Paladins chanted for the Holy Light, filling the surroundings with a brilliant golden glow.
Jesse looked ahead, feeling his body go weak.
He didn’t know how long he had been fighting here; his energy was nearly depleted, and his limbs weren’t responding well.
He had several wounds on his body, one seemed to have cut his leg and was burning with pain, stopping him from moving forward.
Compared to that, the wound on his back from being bitten by the Felhunter tentacles was nothing at all.
There were demon bodies everywhere now, occasionally he could see human soldiers buried by demon bodies. He felt he couldn’t match the endless spirit of those Paladins.
Jesse swallowed, his mouth extremely dry, and he could only drink his last bottle of Mana Potion.
The elves pushed forward beside him on the front line, walking steadily, full of spirit. Despite fighting for so long, except for the wet blond hair and nearly empty quiver on his face, they were full of determination as if they had just arrived on the battlefield.
In contrast, he was standing there panting like a defeated soldier, at this point, under endless Felhound attacks, his Battle Mage formation was in disarray, with only a group of Kirin Tor Battle Mages holding the front.
Just then, he felt the golden light in front of him dim slightly. A soldier beside him paused for a moment, stopped his charge, and looked up into the distance.
He looked slightly dazed in the direction the soldier was staring at, and between the gray mountains, a huge black shadow had appeared at some point, so massive that it made the city walls pale in comparison. Jesse felt his heart pounding again.
"Cry, tremble, witness the coming of Azgath, your meaningless resistance is about to end!"
With a loud roar that almost broke the sound barrier, the vast hillside trembled. Jesse noticed the shadow suddenly releasing a burst of green fire.
His figure and face became clearer with the green fire.
He was an extremely ugly demon, lacking the foolishness of Mo’arg, the fierce savagery of Ered’ruin, the strange beauty of Sayaad, or the chilling sternness of Nathrezim.
His face seemed designed to evoke fear and disgust in mortals, causing physical discomfort and nausea.
His teeth were razor-sharp, two huge fangs protruding like grim ivory, his fat nose with eyes reduced to small flickering flames in folds of demon skin and fat.
As he raised his comical flesh wings behind him and moved his obese, dinosaur-like body, the clashing of iron chains and fel magic flames on his armor assaulted the senses of everyone on the battlefield.
A Pit Lord… a true Annihilan overlord.
Just looking at him, Jesse couldn’t estimate how big this Demon Lord actually was. Dragging his obese body from the shadows in the distance towards the front lines, he resembled a moving mountain, crushing countless demons underfoot with cries of agony drowning out the battle roars.
"Why is this happening…?"
"What is that?"
He heard the soldier next to him mutter softly.
A horse neighed behind Jesse, and he noticed General Mograine pulling on the reins of his mount, trying to control it from bolting in fear, but his efforts were in vain.
When Azgath appeared on the battlefield, all the warhorses became unsettled. Not only the warhorses, even the gryphons in the sky felt a strong intimidation, and under the attack of the fel magic bats and flying Doomguards, they had to temporarily retreat.
Jesse saw several gryphons being knocked from the sky and falling into the midst of countless demons without a sound.
The demons seemed to be growing increasingly agitated, and the Alliance’s frontline seemed to be wavering…
Azgath effortlessly pushed through a group of soldiers and demons, plunging deep into the heart of the Alliance’s defenses with his massive weapon and heavy body. He showed no interest in prolonged combat, relying solely on his unmatched strength to keep moving forward.
Mage Tower!
His target was crystal clear, like a multi-story high battering ram charging straight towards the Mage Tower. He laughed maniacally, cursed, and swung his huge blade around to sweep through the Alliance soldiers on the ground, seemingly unstoppable.
Once the Mage Tower collapsed, Eredar’s Hellfire would destroy all efforts…
Wait, Amy and Old Malin are still in the tower, and the mages from the Wizard’s Sanctum are at the top of the Mage Tower!
