Chapter 528 - 514: 360,000 With One Slash? Allen Panics
Chapter 528: Chapter 514: 360,000 With One Slash? Allen Panics
From the Space Gate, three streaks of flowing light flashed past, taking the lead to tear through the battlefield!
Moving at extreme speeds, they were so fast that the naked eye could only capture blurry afterimages.
The "Divine Statue Gabriel" descended upon the airspace of the battlefield with a terrifying top speed of Mach 5.2. The holy White Porcelain Armor flowed with a sacred radiance amidst the explosive firelight, its golden Rune lines flickering like living creatures. Its eight wings unfurled fiercely, each feather radiating gentle yet deadly energy fluctuations.
Beneath its Corinthian War Helmet, a pair of emotionless optical eyes instantly locked onto the densest cluster of red dots on the ground. Over sixty thousand Demons were converging there, intermixed with numerous Elite-level Hellfires and Lords of Purgatory towering over ten meters tall.
[Form One: Eight-Winged Judgment]
The eight wings instantly detached from the main body, transforming into eight streaks of golden light that plunged precisely into the densest Demonic formation. Like eight golden Death Gods with minds of their own, they shuttled wantonly through the Demon horde. Every time they slashed past, a head was guaranteed to roll.
An Elite-level Hellfire roared as it deployed its Evil Energy Shield in an attempt to block them.
The Golden Flying Blade sliced into the shield like a hot knife through butter, without the slightest hesitation. A three-layered overlapping Rune activated the moment it cut: the bottom layer strengthened its structure, the middle layer gathered kinetic energy, and the surface layer rebounded energy.
Three seconds. In a mere three seconds, eight fiercely arrogant Elite-level Hellfires were simultaneously decapitated.
The flying blades, completely unscathed, automatically returned to their wing bases. Gabriel didn’t pause for a fraction of a second, continuing to sweep forward.
A Lord of Purgatory over fifteen meters tall roared and blocked its flight path. Condensing a massive Evil Energy sphere three meters in diameter with both hands, it hurled it violently forward!
Gabriel did not dodge or evade.
[Form Four: Feathered Cloak]
The eight wings instantly folded inwards, their feathers overlapping layer by layer to form a translucent Curse-Deflecting Shield. The moment the Evil Energy sphere crashed into the shield, the berserk energy was forcibly deflected, distorted, and scattered in all directions—ironically blasting several Low-tier Demons beside the Lord of Purgatory into pieces on the spot!
The next second, the feathered cloak deactivated, and the eight wings spread open once more.
[Form Two: Holy Spear Longinus]
The eight metallic wings interlocked and bit into each other in Gabriel’s right hand, condensing into a pure white Holy Spear sixteen meters long! On the shaft of the spear, seven Curse Engravings lit up one by one!
Gabriel pulled its arm back in a posture both elegant and powerful. Throw!
The instant the Holy Spear left its hand, a sonic boom cloud violently exploded, the shockwave tearing open a momentary vacuum tunnel in the air!
The Lord of Purgatory’s shield, chest cavity, and spine—like paper mâché, were pierced through in a single strike!
The Seven-Layered Chain Curse Technique detonated consecutively inside its body. From the outside, its body first swelled up bizarrely; then, every joint sprayed out blinding white light. Finally, with a loud BOOM, it thoroughly shattered from the inside out, turning into a pile of burning wreckage on the ground.
After landing a successful blow, Gabriel didn’t linger for a fight. It immediately pulled up in altitude, searching for its next high-value target. The chanting nexus precisely calculated the Magic Power consumption of every attack, using its limited energy on the most valuable targets. It was a scalpel on the battlefield: precise, lethal, and born solely for decapitation strikes.
Meanwhile, in another densely packed Demonic zone.
The Demons here were facing pure violence.
The earth was roaring. This wasn’t some exaggerated metaphor, but rather a violent tremor intense enough to make the legs of ordinary people ten kilometers away go soft and unable to stand steadily!
The "One-Eyed Giant Cyclops" stepped onto the battlefield.
Standing forty-eight meters tall and weighing nine thousand four hundred tons, its limbs were as thick as heaven-supporting stone pillars. Its dark red Earth Vein Tempered Steel armor radiated temperatures in the thousands of degrees, causing the surrounding air to distort and warp.
Through the crevices in its Chest Armor, three Earth Core Furnaces let out muffled roars, like a Giant Beast breathing. Right in the center of its forehead, that single eye lit up with scarlet light, coldly scanning the ant-like Demons beneath its feet. To it, these roaring monsters didn’t even reach the height of its knees.
CRACK!
Two twenty-five-meter-long Earth Vein Anchors ejected from its back and ruthlessly nailed deep into the earth.
Earth Vein Harmonization System, initiated!
The underground Magic Power within a radius of several kilometers was instantly drained and converged! The output of the three Earth Core Furnaces instantly surged, and the dark red light from the crevices of its Chest Armor shone blindingly bright!
[Terrain Reconstruction!]
The earth responded to its will. The ground beneath Cyclops’s feet abruptly bulged, and three twenty-meter-high stone walls covered in vicious barbs erupted from the earth, forcefully slicing and tearing apart the charging Demon horde!
Hundreds of Demons were directly impaled by the barbs of the stone walls, hanging there wailing and struggling.
And then—Cyclops took a step.
With every step it took, over a dozen Demons were crushed into an indistinguishable bloody pulp.
A relatively large Flame Demon attempted a sneak attack from the flank, brandishing its Flaming Whip to lash at Cyclops’s leg.
CLANG!
Sparks flew everywhere. On the armor, only a shallow white mark, practically invisible to the eye, was left behind.
Cyclops lowered its head and glanced at it with that massive single eye.
Earth-Splitting Hammer, raised.
Mass amplification Runes lit up on the eighteen-meter-long hammerhead.
BOOM!!!
The Flame Demon was smashed directly into the earth’s crust.
In the battlefield high above, an eighteen-meter-tall "Freedom Gundam" was executing a textbook mid-range annihilation battle.
A sub-thread of Allen’s consciousness was currently mounted on this mech, looking down at the overall situation from a god-like perspective.
Freedom Gundam hovered high in the sky. All ten "Dragon Cavalry" mounted units on its back unfurled, transforming into ten streaks of flowing light scattered across the surrounding five-hundred-meter airspace. Ten High-Energy Magic Beams fired simultaneously. Like ten scorching fingers, they casually toyed with the Demon horde.
Whatever they touched, died.
One flying High-tier Demon had a fast enough reaction speed, erecting an Evil Energy Shield the instant the beam swept over. The beam was blocked. However, the Dragon Cavalry unit didn’t press the attack, instead immediately switching to the next target.
Because Freedom Gundam’s main body had already moved.
The fifteen-meter-long "Meteor" High-Frequency Vibration Ship-Slicing Blade buzzed as it left its sheath, its blade completely covered with "Shattering" Runes. The anti-gravity flight array roared to full power!
Sonic boom!
A silver arc of slashing light descended from the heavens, flashing past the top of the head of the High-tier Demon that had just blocked the attack. Shield, horns, head. Cleaved neatly in two.
The Ship-Slicing Blade lost no momentum, using the inertia of the dive to sweep horizontally! Three more Demon heads shot up into the sky.
Pulling up in a beautiful maneuver, Freedom Gundam returned to the high altitudes. The Dragon Cavalry units repositioned and resumed firing. Ranged Suppression, close-quarters reaping, pulling back for distance, repeating in an endless cycle.
This white mech traced one graceful arc of death after another across the battlefield. Wherever it passed, Demon corpses fell like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.
Across the entire battlefield, the Hive Mother Ship provided uninterrupted drone fire support.
Gabriel shuttled between various hot zones at supersonic speeds, exclusively picking off high-value targets for decapitation strikes.
Cyclops was like a mobile natural disaster, crushing everything in its path with pure mass and violence.
Freedom Gundam wove a net of death at mid-range, coordinating with the Dragon Cavalry System to achieve zero-blind-spot coverage.
Tens of thousands of Spider Slayers weaved through the ruins, clearing out every straggler that attempted to hide.
Peacekeeper PX-3s formed neat square formations and advanced steadily, beating back the Demons step by step.
The Storm Falcon formations dropped round after round of munitions from the air, repeatedly plowing through the Demon assembly points.
It was an assembly-line-style war. Every unit executed tactical commands precise down to the second, every munition had a preset target coordinate, and every maneuver was optimized in real-time by Jarvis and Allen.
The Demons charged fearlessly. Evil Energy fireballs and Magical Guided Shells intertwined in the air, the explosive firelight never ceasing.
Huge Hellfires crashed into the Peacekeepers’ front lines, their sharp claws carving blinding sparks across the PX-3s’ special armor. The Peacekeepers returned fire without hesitation.
While a Hellfire’s severed arm was still tumbling mid-air, three Spider Slayers had already passed under its armpits, pouncing toward the next target. The stench of charring mingled with the shrieking collisions of metal, permeating the entire battlefield.
However, amidst all these collisions of flesh and steel, one existence—was breaking the balance.
Baroque!
The newly ascended Dawn Star Level Abyssal Commander, wielding a giant Battle Blade burning with ghastly green Evil Energy, crashed headfirst into the heavy armor formation of the Peacekeeper PX-3s!
As the Evil Energy Battle Blade slashed past, even space itself was torn open with a faint black rift. Three PX-3s standing side-by-side, along with their thick armor, were uniformly sliced completely in half through their chest cavities!
Their upper bodies slid off, revealing the still-flickering Magic Power pipelines within. Three hundred and sixty thousand Magic Stones. Scrapped in the blink of an eye.
A second slash, a vertical cleave!
One PX-3 tried to bombard him at point-blank range with its chest Energy Cannon, but the beam merely blasted out a ring of ripples against Baroque’s Evil Energy Protection. The Battle Blade fell, cleaving the energy cabin and half its body apart; metal fragments splattered alongside the fading light of the Magic Engine.
Another one hundred and twenty thousand!
A third slash! A fourth slash! A fifth slash! Every swing he made carried the Power of Laws of the Dawn Star Level. In front of him, the special armor of the PX-3s was as brittle as crackers.
On the bridge.
Allen watched the continuously ticking battle damage numbers on the main screen. PX-3 units destroyed: 17... 26... 57!
The corner of his eye twitched fiercely. No, he couldn’t just sit still anymore. Every slash Baroque made felt as if it were cutting straight into his heart.
Against the Dawn Star Level, all conventional methods possessed a dimensional gap. This was a problem that required a combatant of the same level to resolve.
Allen slowly stood up from the commander’s chair, his gaze turning completely ice-cold.
"Jarvis."
[Here, Commander.]
"Open the hangar doors for the PX-4."