Chapter 279: Chapter 240: The Toll of Hell_3 Chapter 279: Chapter 240: The Toll of Hell_3 Could it be an enemy legion that had sneaked over to sweep the area? But this is deep within their Star Hall’s territory; wouldn’t other legions fear total annihilation if they launched such a long-distance raid? Or could this be the prelude to a major invasion?
And the closest hostile force is… the Blood Tomb!
Could it be those annoying lunatics from Blood Tomb? Demilo had dealt with the Blood Tomb’s Tomb Guardians in the last two Six-Nation Wars. Even though everyone was a fragmented spirit, for some reason, the Tomb Guardians seemed to be missing a few screws. Plus, there was the presence of those Ghoul-type soldiers that seemed to have fermented in sewers…
Suddenly, an unheard steel roar came from the cave entrance. Demilo turned his head and saw an iron monster charging at the entrance like a storm. Its sharp front blades sliced through the Serpentine Dragon’s armor like cutting through warm butter, instantly crushing the Serpentine Dragon’s rudimentary defense line and charging towards Demilo!
Feathered Rain of a Thousand Birds!
With a thought, Demilo commanded the Bird Dragons to take to the skies, firing a dense volley of feathered arrows preemptively towards the open space in front of him. Their bodies harbored the Technique Spirit of ‘Piercing’, and each volley could annihilate a slew of biological entities!
However, the iron monster abruptly braked to a halt, the brake pads screeching shrilly, releasing a tar-like fragrance. The intense inertia caused it to skid in a perfect arc, stopping just before the arrow rain.
Only a few sparse arrows hit it, but they were blocked by a transparent protective barrier, safeguarding the operators inside the beast.
The Serpentine Dragons quickly formed a defensive line in front of Demilo; protecting the Commander is paramount in army combat.
The Shepherd Star gazed at the three people inside the iron monster, and in the moment their eyes met, both sides understood each other’s identities.
Are they Mages… So, is this iron monster a creation of Miracle? Mechanical Department? Alchemy Department? It could also be from the Biological Department, possibly a modified Fish-Slicing Dragon used as a vehicle…
Many thoughts raced through Demilo’s mind, but they didn’t hinder his command. With a thought, the Serpentine Dragons and Bird Dragons positioned themselves for a pincer attack from above and below, front and back, surging like a tidal wave towards the three Mages who had taken a wrong turn.
He had no desire for small talk with his juniors.
Even if they were Seekers from the Void Realm like himself, even if the Divine Lord had not imposed any communication restrictions, Demilo still had no interest in speaking a single word to someone born over a thousand years after him, even though he knew that spilling just a bit of Heroic Soul’s secret could cause uproar in the real world.
The sole desire of the Heroic Soul was to achieve completeness; nothing else mattered.
As for the real world above Hell, Heroic Souls treated it with the same cold indifference as a past lover they had blocked and deleted—grudging any bit of their attention. No expectations, no hatred, just indifference; they didn’t care about how the world they once lived in had changed.
Return to where you belong, the living.
Facing the oncoming onslaught of monsters, the iron beast once again roared, extending five pipes from its rear with exploding noises. The pipes spewed forth an evil green gas, a vile stream that almost instantly threatened to engulf the entire cave!
Directly in front of the race car’s exhaust, Demilo got a face-full, his hair blown back!
Amidst the heavy roaring of the iron monster, a sentence was spoken in the clear, standard language of Mages: “Ah, the feeling of farting and then running away is truly exhilarating~”
Awaking from the Eternal Dream after a thousand years, this was the first human word Demilo had heard.