Chapter 726 - 715: Trump Card
Chapter 726: Chapter 715: Trump Card
Mortis’ eyes did not move, he only observed the situation below with his peripheral vision.
Mortis’ gaze shifted away from the Demon King’s face, his peripheral vision swept over the Circular Fortress below, the Slime had dissipated more than half, and the soldiers, stepping on the sticky ground, were clearing out the few remaining enemies.
In some areas dealt with quickly, the runes on the Magic Tower had already begun to accumulate Magic Power.
Time... stands on my side.
Only then did Mortis speak to the Demon King:
"Darean was incited by you, right? Otherwise, why would that coward who hid in the forest for hundreds of years suddenly dare to break into the Imperial Capital?"
"The Northern Territory has invaded the entire northern part of the Empire, such a grand scheme, if it’s not you behind it, could it really be done by a Blood Race traitor and a group of tribes?"
"What are you trying to conceal at this stage?"
"You are too arrogant, still think you are that omnipotent ’Lord Demon King’? Now you are merely an incomplete remnant, and this is not your Empire!"
As soon as the words fell, the five Magic Towers within the Circular Fortress simultaneously burst into blinding magical brilliance.
The space around the Demon King suddenly solidified into blocks, nailing his limbs in place.
Tier Ten Magic, Space Lock!
The Thunder Strike, most capable of comprehensively destroying the nerve nodes within a Slime Man’s body, followed closely behind.
Faced with this deadly attack, the Demon King, who should have been immobile, slightly moved his fingertip.
It was like plucking an invisible string, and the space confinement around the Demon King disintegrated instantly, the incoming thunder veered in front of him, collided with a nearby arrow, exploding into clusters of dazzling light.
Yet, before the dust settled, using the interference of magical after-effects to cover perception, the four elite Blood Guards charged out from the dust, heading straight for the Demon King surrounded in the center.
The five Demon Crystals behind him simultaneously rotated, Light Prison descended from the void, enveloping three Blood Guards within, as they remained frozen in a charging posture while falling from the air.
But the fourth Blood Guard was not trapped.
The crimson armor on him actively shattered, revealing beneath a hideously contorted body with twisted facial features, muscles, and tendons knotted into lumps.
Meanwhile, a flash of red light on his chest, accompanied by the sound of a device shattering, shifted the target of the Light Prison’s binding to the armor, while the Blood Guard seized the brief interval to thrust directly at the Demon King’s face.
The Slime Giant Snake blocked his front, opening its mouth to attack.
The giant snake head exploded amidst sword light, slime splattered everywhere, yet the snake body seemed completely unaffected, curling up from the side, enveloping the exhausted-status Blood Guard within its body.
Within the slime, the Blood Guard still struggled to retaliate, bursts rumbled inside the snake’s body, causing numerous Slime Cores to be scrapped, but still unable to break free.
Until completely quiet, it still maintained a posture reaching out toward the Demon King.
Mortis watched all this, and there was no fluctuation in his heart due to the Blood Guard’s sacrifice, merely coldly assessing the Demon King’s strength.
Conversely, the Demon King, gazing at the Blood Guard’s deformed physique, sighed.
"Twisting the flesh, suppressing self-awareness, supplemented by Spiritual Control." His voice was not loud, yet carried a questioning tone, "Mass-manufacturing subordinates who only obey your orders. Is this how you used Blood Calamity?"
Speaking of Spiritual Control, the Demon King glanced toward the enchanting demon Mofulei standing behind the Emperor, the latter instinctively stepped back half a step.
"Mortis, look at your Empire. Slavery, infighting, oppression, what’s the difference from the Orelian Dynasty that was overthrown? Even without this crisis, it would slowly rot on its own." He paused, "Laughably, I know, all of this can’t even be counted as your fault."
"Are you trying to show sympathy? Scold me in a posture of an old senior?" Mortis’ voice was full of disdain, "Feigning compassion? Do you think I don’t know? Back then, you did not spare Blood Calamity to conduct those messy transformation experiments either."
Suddenly, his lips tugged apart, revealing a row of sinister white teeth, as if something suppressed too long finally found an outlet.
"That’s how you deceived everyone, putting on that facade, fooling the old folks into willingly sacrificing their lives for you. Even I, before taking this position, was deceived by you!"
"As for my Empire? Killing you, the Empire will naturally extend with me to eternity!"
Saying that, Mortis raised both his hands high!
"The pinnacle of magic? I see without Magic Power, what else can you do!"
At this moment, his figure appeared exceptionally tall in the twilight, blood tide surging at his feet, as if to lift him to the clouds, and with his movement, a rumbling echoed from deep underground.
Magic Prohibition Array!
A colossal entity built through countless resources, countless craftsmen and mages, solely to address the Demon King!
It will center on the entire fortress, draining all Magic Power within dozens of miles!
What Slime, what Demon King, inside this Forbidden Magic Domain, will become a pile of mud to be slaughtered at will!
Mortis raised his arms higher, the blood tide below him rolled into a high platform, lifting him to overlook the entire battlefield, and the rumbling from underground grew louder—
Then, nothing happened.
No light, no wind, not even a hint of magic being drained.
Those runes buried underground, those magic arrays he pinned his hopes on, were silently dormant in the earth’s depths as if they never existed.
The wind blew over the blood high platform, rustling his robe, he stood stiffly there like a statue forgotten for too long.
The opposing Demon King did not seize the momentum to attack, he floated in place, looking at the frozen figure in mid-air, after a moment of silence, when he spoke again, his voice surprisingly carried a trace of sympathy.
"Do you... have other cards up your sleeve?"
"Shut up!"
Mortis, embarrassed and furious, waved his arm, blood sea surged out, transformed into a towering blood wave striking toward the Demon King.
The Demon King did not retreat, Magic Power surged around him, without fancy transformations, without precise Casting, just the most basic, purest Magic Burst.
Layer upon layer exploded around him, forcibly tearing apart a gap in the overwhelming blood wave.
Blood water poured down from both sides, crashed onto the fortress below, staining the entire city wall dark red.
...
Deep underground, next to the incomplete Magic Prohibition Array, Tanaka collapsed beside a fractured rune stone, tongue hanging long, panting like a dog just fished out of the water.
He tilted his head, glancing at the Foxman with sparse hair next to him.
"How come you didn’t hide this time, but instead came with me? Won’t the Emperor come down and check?"
Jiro crouched near a broken array pillar, fingers gently rubbing over those destroyed patterns: "He won’t have a chance to come down."
"The gap is this big?" Tanaka raised an eyebrow, changed position, leaned his back against the cold rock wall, gazed at the top at those runes that had completely dimmed, suddenly asked again, "Speaking of which, if we don’t dismantle this Magic Prohibition Array, would the Demon King lose?"
"No, but the Empire’s elite above will suffer heavy casualties, later they have to deal with those Puki, not enough manpower."
...
On the chaotic battlefield above, Mortis suddenly changed his strategy from simply exhausting with blood sea, forcefully approaching the Demon King.
The Slime Giant Snake tried to block, several blood stingers shot out from behind Mortis, piercing into the snake’s body, and in less than three seconds, the dark red spread, killing all the Slime Cores within.
Seeing the Demon King at arm’s length, Mortis’ blood pupils glowed.
[Envy]
Simultaneously, he used his final trump card.
"Mofulei!"