609: Chapter 288 The Battle of Rolannar (Part 2)_2 609: Chapter 288 The Battle of Rolannar (Part 2)_2 As they walked, a sense of loneliness and waning patience made Lokhak inexplicably anxious.
The comrades around him were also heavy-hearted due to their separation, and the entire team behind was unusually silent.
The Dwarf King and Uncle Irem left behind outside the temple….
Are those fearless warriors still alive?
Did they successfully hold back that mighty Demon?
If they didn’t, would the Blood Demon catch up?
Or has it already caught up.
Can Leon smoothly reach the underground Tomb?
Thinking of countless backs and faces fallen in this battle along the way, Lokhak felt panic rising in his heart.
On the corpses in his mind, Leon’s face seemed to flash by…
Lokhak couldn’t help but find it difficult to breathe.
As long as he was still alive, he never wanted to see such a sight.
Yet the more he didn’t want to think about it, the deeper the fear became.
Lokhak clenched his teeth tightly, his mind disordered, worried not only about Leon’s safety but also flashing through the faces of his concerned partners and family.
Azeryan left at Kilmerton Fortress, and his sister still in Avalon, Sally….
If this battle fails, countless important people will repeat the tragedy of Holy Land City.
It must not, absolutely cannot fail!
Tragic images of kin and partners dying crossed his mind, a burst of irritation invaded Lokhak’s heart as he looked at the Warlock Apprentice leading the way: “How much longer do we have to go!
Did you find the right direction yet!?”
I should be right, sir,” the Warlock Apprentice replied with a trembling voice.
Lokhak’s focus was nearly worn to its limit.
He looked once more towards the darkness ahead, and the light from the Holy Lamp in the Warlock Apprentice’s hand suddenly illuminated a pair of familiar-looking leg armor.
Gazing at the armor with a black background and gold edges, Lokhak was struck with terror.
The tiger-eyed Knight suddenly grabbed the Warlock Apprentice’s collar, one hand tightly clutching the Halberd as he strode forward.
Dim light revealed the bodies on the ground.
The tall Young Knight’s lips trembled, crying out hoarsely.
The broken Garner Magic Gun was stabbed into the ground, revealing Leon’s ghastly condition where his chest armor was pierced open.
Olivia’s corpse, penetrated by a blade, rested close to Leon.
Kovis appeared decapitated by an axe, eyes dull.
everywhere were the shattered remains of Holy War Knights.
The Warlock Apprentice screamed in terror, shaking like a leaf, legs so weak he fell to the ground…..
Lokhak’s heart sank, letting the Halberd fall slowly, raising a cloud of dust….
The Warlock Apprentice suddenly grabbed onto a lifeline and shouted, pointing to the Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp not far from Leon’s body: “That lantern!
We still have a chance, as long as we get that lantern…..”
Yet Lokhak was already deaf to it all.
“You weak and incompetent waste…”
“You still can’t do anything…..”
“Can’t protect anything….”
“You didn’t protect me…..
You’re completely unfit to be a Knight…..”
The voice of his kin, at this moment so able to pierce his heart, seemingly phantom-like slender arms wrapping around Lokhak’s shoulders.
Elena’s gentle yet venomous breath blew against her brother’s ear:
Lokhak’s gaze slowly shifted to the Warlock Apprentice shouting about the lantern in the distance.
The surging desire to kill burned like fire in his mind.
Kill that drag, that bastard, it’s because of him you missed everything.”
Lokhak’s lips trembled slightly.
Taking a step, he approached from behind, the Knight’s fingers seemed like talons due to the accumulated strength….
The fire of revenge made the burly Knight’s face resemble that of a Demon.
“Kill all the useless wastes around you…..”
“And then kill all those responsible for this….”
“…My Little Wild Horse…”
The Warlock Apprentice’s shouts and panic abruptly ceased.
The young magician’s head instantly rotated backward at an impossible angle, eye sockets losing their whites turned pitch black: “Mutt in my trench, how dare you touch my prey!?”
Elena, perched on Lokhak’s shoulder, showed a fierce rage on her lovely face:
Black and scarlet produced excruciating pain, Lokhak’s eyes rolled down——…
Everything in front of him instantly returned to the grayscale of the Cursed Land.
Underneath was a twisted, fang-filled humanoid face, its body cloaked in ink-like black mist, though from beneath the black mist, the robe armor suggested this body once belonged to a Warlock Apprentice from the group.
And his own hands were tightly gripping its neck.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Lokhak, filled with overflowing rage, violently twisted his wrists.
An explosive sound reverberated through the air, and with inhuman strength, the Demon’s head was forcibly torn off.
Blood splattered suddenly, and Lokhak, unyielding in his rage, looked around the chaotic killing ground with bright red bloodshot eyes.
Surrounding were fallen giant pillars.
Above, a dome where a beast seemed to have smashed through, creating a cavern…
Twisted Demon shadows streaked past from the darkness, carrying billowing smoke and impenetrable darkness, rushing forward, yet ignoring him.
Following those shadows with his eyes, Lokhak heard familiar voices and saw those still living figures.
Flame and Gale surged from Leon’s Magic Spear Wing Blade, slicing through the shadowy Demonic figures like black mist.
Olivie, resonating through the void, hit one crazed Holy War Knight after another into the air.
Zabron, Hawk, Filipo, Larian….
and all remaining Holy War Knights, guarded the Holy Lamp Kovis held, struggling to move towards the giant door shown by the Holy Lamp amidst the blood battle.
Must, follow quickly!
Instinctively grabbed the weapon at hand.
Only then did Lokhak lower his head and notice his own….
hands resembling Demonic talons.
The Knight’s hand armor was unknowingly split open, on the strong, menacing arms, inhuman barbed skin covered his hands and forearms.
“…You can’t escape me…my Little Wild Horse….I’ve always been waiting for you…”
Sometimes it was Mother’s voice, sometimes Sister’s voice, always lingering in Lokhak’s mind.
Angry at the voice, he trembled facially, revealing terrifying teeth beneath his lips.
Yet the flame rising in his chest merely made that existence more gleeful and unrestrained.
Lokhak’s expression suddenly became calm.
I can accept you, bastard, we make a fair trade…
with my soul.” The burly half-Demon Knight picked up the War Axe, looking up towards the Demons flying around him.
“…Give me the soul…..what do you want?” The Angry Demon’s voice carried a rare hint of joy.
Lokhak lifted the demonized head he just tore off with his left claw: “Let beings like you taste my rage, want my rage….here it is, come get it!”
“We, yes?….I’m no Lorelette’s lapdog…..but, I’d happily so, as you wish….”