The blood on the opponent’s body has not yet dried.
This heroic female warrior, although not as eye-catching as the Flesh Butcher and the Two-headed Giant Chief in this battle,
Still achieved significant results.
The only pity is that her Level 10 in a battle of this scale cannot play a decisive role, much less influence the course of the battlefield.
Yet her brave figure still attracts attention.
Without hesitation, she directly summoned Kalanis.
Her gaze was fixed on this warrior, who harbors an ancient bloodline within.
Although her appearance is not as perfect as that of a Dark Night Elf, combined with an aura of heroism and a forever high-spirited demeanor,
When standing with Isa, the perfectly poised Dark Night Elf leader, she does not lose a bit in comparison.
"My Lord!"
Kalanis looked at Lear with clear eyes, and the Dark Naga blood stained on her was particularly striking.
She always seemed like a vivid flag flying in the wind, no matter when, one could never see any dejection or negative emotion on her.
Lear nodded slightly, speaking slowly.
"Do you see the heart on the altar?"
Kalanis nodded, quietly listening to his narration.
Lear’s eyes were profound.
"It harbors a trace of an Abyss Duke’s Divinity."
"Controlling that trace of Divinity can greatly enhance your power, but the cost is that... you must face the will of that Abyss Duke—Tyrant Monarch."
"It will corrode your soul, erode your will, destroy your spirit."
"Until... it drags you into the abyss."
"Kalanis, even I cannot estimate the power of the Abyss Duke."
"This process requires you to face it alone!!"
Upon hearing this, Kalanis turned her head to look at the throbbing void heart.
"Controlling Divinity?"
"My Lord, you wish to bestow this power upon me?"
Her tone carried a hint of complexity, as such power is exceedingly precious... Even an Extraordinary Being would go mad for it!!
How could she be worthy of it?
The weight of this gift was so immense she could barely imagine it.
Recalling the care and attention received in recent times, her emotions became even more tumultuous.
Lear slowly nodded.
"Only your power is lacking on the field."
"I will not forget my own people, nor will I let you fall behind."
Hearing the seriousness in his voice, Kalanis felt her heart was struck by something, her throat felt a bit choked.
After a long while, took a deep breath.
Placed her right hand over her chest and gave him a solemn bow.
"My Lord..."
With a slightly trembling voice, she softly called out, and at this moment no words in her heart could be spoken, yet it felt like everything was said.
Lear nodded, taking a deep look at this warrior.
"Go... don’t be careless, the will of the Tyrant Monarch will definitely exceed your imagination."
"It is an Evil God from the Abyss, its power can destroy Lorand City, unleashing a catastrophe!"
"I won’t disappoint your expectations!"
Kalanis straightened up, her eyes becoming exceptionally resolute.
She strode forward.
Under the gaze of everyone, she arrived at the front of the Dark Altar.
Her knees bent slightly, then with a leap, gracefully landed atop the five-meter-tall altar.
Stabilizing herself, she reached up slowly, beneath the pulsing void heart.
Detecting the approach of a foreign aura at this moment, the heart’s radiating energy suddenly grew frantic.
The malevolent aura permeated her very bones, surging like a tsunami, wave after wave crashing in her mind, creating towering waves.
Surrounding troops suddenly lifted their heads, eyes filled with terror.
Many warriors gripped their weapons tightly, muscles tensed to the extreme.
Ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Before them, it seemed as if an ancient demon had crawled out from the Abyss!!
And for Kalanis, who faced this aura directly, the oppressive feeling was a hundredfold more intense.
Yet, the somewhat lean figure did not retreat a single step, resolutely reaching out to softly touch the heart.
At this instant.
Bang~
An invisible energy erupted from the heart, forming a terrifying shockwave that reverberated throughout the valley.
The rear troops, a strong destructive desire rose in everyone’s eyes, violent emotions surged within, longing to destroy everything around them!
Simultaneously, that void heart transformed into a pure energy flow and re-coalesced into Kalanis’s heart.
Thump thump~ Thump thump~
The beating sound gradually synchronized with her heartbeats.
The runes on the Dark Altar began to shine.
Tiny cracks in the sky, like cobwebs, released streams of dark light, resembling ink spreading in clear water.
Wave after wave emerged, merging with the altar’s malevolent aura, and poured into Kalanis’s body, converging towards her heart.
The pulsing sound of the void heart grew louder and louder until it reverberated across the sky.
The troops behind felt their heartbeats begin to synchronize with it.
Each felt a tightness in their chest, as if breathing had become insurmountable.
Meanwhile, the cracks in the sky grew denser, resembling capillaries that covered the entire valley.
These cracks slowly wriggled and merged into a twisted, deformed, ferocious head.
Suspending above the Dark Altar.
That soul-penetrating pressure peaked the moment the head formed.
The whole space seemed filled with liquid mercury.
Breathing was forcibly suspended.
But at this moment, the figure standing atop the Dark Altar remained defiantly upright.