Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 811 Doomsday Battle (…
After the first wave of attack magic, the magicians in charge of auxiliary attacks also completed their spells. They either provided attack and defense bonuses to their own warriors, or weakened the enemy's combat power.
Naturally, the Allied side, which had an absolute advantage in the number of magicians, suppressed the arrogance of the Holy Empire this time.
With the strong support of the existing magicians, the defense line of the Albrex Empire's heavy armored army finally stabilized temporarily. At this moment, the battle lines of the two sides began to intersect, and the battle entered the most brutal stage of wrestling.
Both sides are like two fighters wrestling with each other. It is impossible for both sides to bleed. What they are fighting for is to make the other side bleed more and faster than themselves.
Hundreds of thousands of warriors are fighting to the death on the earth, and countless magic and arrows are flying across the sky.
At this time, as long as you shoot arrows into the opponent's camp, you will definitely gain something. Therefore, the 10,000 elven archers and 10,000 dwarf crossbowmen who are heavily protected in the alliance army are no more useful than the human archers.
How many.
It's just that they are using specially made armor-piercing poisonous arrows at the moment, and their lethality is very impressive.
Except for a few people, almost no one noticed that the sky was darkening, and the original clear blue had long been replaced by dark gray.
But on the ground where millions of believers gathered behind the Allied forces, the sky was completely occupied by darkness.
The darkness in the sky is very strange. It is different from the natural darkness at night. Looking from a distance, it looks more like the sky has been torn open by a pair of giant palms, revealing the deep black, lightless void hidden behind the scenes.
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Against the dark background, floating in the air, dressed in white, Louise is so beautiful and fragile that it seems that even a slightly stronger wind can blow her to pieces.
Seeing her extending her arms toward the night, that day, and the endless darkness, Iros felt a sudden pain in his heart.
Iros already knows that the will of the gods cannot be controlled by mortals.
He didn’t know what the consequences would be if he guided the Dark Demon God’s clone into this plane. He didn’t even know what kind of Dark Demon God’s power the clone had brought with him. Whether it would be what Peter I said, where the Dark Demon God Bayer would set foot.
Wherever there is, it will transform itself into a kingdom where darkness dominates everything?
If that is the case, then what is the meaning of everything he is doing now?
Life or death, existence or destruction, these propositions related to the fate of the entire plane, suddenly seemed so far away from him.
Iros does not care about the ups and downs of sentient beings, nor does he really care about the survival of the plane. He has read the fifth page of the Book of Demons, and even if his body is destroyed, his soul can survive forever in nothingness.
He looked up at the dark sky, listened to the roars and screams that filled the entire battlefield, watched the blood gradually seep into the earth, and watched countless familiar people fighting to the death for their own reasons.
Iros suddenly felt that all of this was so strange and meaningless, just like a dream. In the dream, whether it was about heroic ambition, love between children, power over the world, wealth and splendor, when he woke up, it was nothing more than a pillow.
Ridiculous tears.
There had never been such a moment when he wanted to leave everything behind and create a kingdom in nothingness with Fiona, Catherine, Themis, and even Lilith, the fairy of the lake, and move towards eternity together.
A faint roar came from the sky and the earth, shaking Iros out of his trance.
From the torn sky, several extremely thick black electric lights snaked out and struck the vast grassland.
Every time a bolt of lightning falls, a large crater with a radius of 100 meters will be created on the ground!
Iros's palms were slightly sweaty, Peter I also stood up nervously, and even Marshal Servais, who had always been calm, opened his eyes wide, with a frightening light flashing from time to time in his usually cloudy eyes.
Because they know that if this battle is lost, then no ice front can stop the Holy Empire's attack, and the rest will just linger!
An invisible pressure spread quietly, covering a hundred miles radius.
At this moment, the eyes of all the powerful men on the battlefield fell on the expanding darkness in the sky. Their keen intuition had already told them how powerful the existence hidden behind the darkness was.
No matter which side they were strong in, almost everyone was trembling at this moment, when this powerful existence that had not yet appeared declared its majesty!
Iros glanced at the millions of prostrate believers, and then at the hundreds of thousands of warriors who were risking their lives to fight, and inexplicably felt a touch of sadness for them.
The moment the clone of the Dark Demon Lord Bilgen appears, the frenzy of darkness will sweep across the earth, and most ordinary beings, no matter which camp they belong to, will become victims to pay homage to the Lord God.
Of course, the existence of sacred and light attributes will bear the brunt of the blow, but this also includes elves.
Darkness has quietly occupied the entire sky. Even ordinary soldiers have noticed the strange phenomena between heaven and earth, and their killing movements have also slowed down.
There is darkness within darkness.
The sky has been torn apart, and from the deepest part of the darkness and nothingness, a little bit of the purest darkness has emerged. In front of this bit of darkness, there is no light at all.
Iros held his breath and waited quietly for the fateful moment.
Suddenly, a shrill cry came faintly in the distance. The cry was very familiar. It was Louise's voice!
Iros trembled in his heart. Before he could check whether Louise was safe or not, he discovered that in the deepest darkness, there was light!
That is absolute light!
The brilliance instantly dispelled the darkness that occupied the entire sky just now, and redirected the entire world back to the light!
It's just that compared to this fragile plane, the brilliance is too strong.
That overwhelming brilliance contains not only indescribable majesty, but also endless heat!
The substantive light poured down from the sky like a river from the sky, and everything directly illuminated by the holy light was instantly turned into nothingness under the intense heat.
The holy light is like silk, like rain, like tide!
Louise, who was standing in the sky, was first engulfed by the holy light falling from the sky. The huge wave of light and heat then drowned millions of believers of the Holy Church who did not know what had happened.
"That's not the Dark Demon!" Iros suddenly shouted.
At that moment, he had seen through the strongest point of holy light in the sky a slowly rotating tetrahedron of holy light!
That is the breath of the Lord God of Heaven Mountain!
In front of the endless majesty of the Lord God, the entire plane was trembling non-stop! As if knowing that this tiny plane was not enough to bear its own brilliance, the brilliance in the sky that could destroy everything suddenly rolled back and was withdrawn.
He restrained all his power.
In the blink of an eye, what appeared in front of everyone was another blue sky.
The brilliance of that moment had already made Iros's eyes red and swollen, and he could not stop crying.
He rubbed his eyes and then slowly saw everything in front of him clearly. On the prairie where millions of believers once prostrated, there was now only a huge pit with a bottomless depth and a radius of several kilometers.
Iros smiled bitterly.
He really couldn't understand why the ritual of summoning the Dark Demon God would eventually lead to the glory of the Lord God of Heaven Mountain?
He looked at Peter I and Marshal Servais, the two most loyal followers of the Dark Demon God, and then discovered that Peter I was sitting in a chair with a solemn face and two lines of blood slowly flowing down from his eyes.