Chapter 535 - 520: Law! Law!
Chapter 535: Chapter 520: Law! Law!
Above the ruins of Silver Moon City, the three-hundred-meter-tall Purgatory Monarch finally made his move.
Whispers of Evil Energy, inaudible to mortals, spread suddenly from him like ripples from a stone tossed into a tranquil lake.
A ring of deep green ripples swept across the entire battlefield in an instant. The roars of millions of Demons faltered for a fraction of a second. Then, a sudden mutation occurred!
Every Demon touched by the ripples—from the low-tier Hellhounds to the high-tier Lords of Purgatory—suddenly swelled as if inflated. Beneath their tough skin, knotted muscles bulged into hideous, exaggerated contours.
Wisps of sickly green Evil Energy Flames ignited from their mouths, noses, eye sockets, and even the crevices of their skin. Their eyes turned completely, purely scarlet, leaving only the most primal desire for destruction.
[Massive Law Level buff effect detected!]
[Average Life Strength of all enemy units across the battlefield increased by 351.4%, Physical Resistance increased by 427.8%, and Energy Resistance increased by 298.1%!]
The Demon Eye’s latest detection data flooded Allen’s thought threads in a frenzy. In that very second, the tide of the battle instantly reversed.
At the forefront of the steel defense line, a Peacekeeper PX-3 had just blasted a Demon Guard into charcoal. However, another Demon Guard charging right behind it tanked the exact same cannon blast head-on. With only a bloody hole blown into its chest, it brandished a giant axe and cleaved the PX-3 in half, shattering its shield in a single strike!
A Spider Slayer Type II sprang from the shadows, its razor-sharp limbs thrusting precisely toward the back of a Frenzied Demon’s heart. A strike that would normally be fatal now only produced the ear-piercing screech of scraping metal, penetrating less than ten centimeters.
The Frenzied Demon didn’t even turn around. With a lightning-fast backhand grab, it seized the Spider Slayer in its palm and squeezed fiercely. Accompanied by the agonizing sound of twisting metal, the precision machine was forcefully crushed into a wad of scrap iron.
On the bridge’s projection, the blue dots representing friendly units began to dim in massive swathes. The number of Golem casualties was ticking up at a frenzied pace that made even Allen’s heart pound in alarm.
One second, ten seconds, thirty seconds...
The losses had already exceeded the total amount from the past half hour!
"I knew it wouldn’t be this simple!" Allen’s calm voice echoed across the bridge. "Ten Thousand Miles of Sunshine, provide support. Artillery batteries in Zones A through C, target the frontline of the Demon tide. Execute indiscriminate saturation bombardment!"
[Command confirmed.]
Hovering high in the firmament, the giant black warship’s eighty-four broadside Plasma Bombardment Cannons simultaneously flared with blinding light. Subsequently, eighty-four blazing white beams tore through the sky, ruthlessly plowing across the densest vanguard of the Demons.
"Celestial Throne, ’Light of Judgment,’ overclocked firing."
Thirty thousand meters in the air, hidden within the clouds, the Celestial Throne rapidly unleashed pure white beams of light six meters in diameter. Time and time again, they erased football-field-sized voids within the sickly green Demon tide.
The overlap of these two devastating strikes forcefully blasted a vacuum zone more than twenty kilometers deep into the Demon tide. However, Allen’s brow furrowed even deeper.
Upon that scorched earth ravaged by energy storms, the severed limbs and bloody viscera began to wriggle violently as if they possessed a life of their own. They attracted, fused, and reconstructed each other... After just a dozen seconds, Demons with even more twisted forms and tyrannical auras stood back up from the carnage. There were even more of them than before they were wiped out.
"Lock onto that Fear Demon King," Allen ordered as one of his thought threads pinpointed a massive Demon in a corner of the battlefield, which was currently directing others to besiege the Cyclops. "Gabriel Unit 3, execute decapitation strike."
The moment the command was issued, a pure white streak of light flashed across the battlefield at a speed practically invisible to the naked eye. The Eight-winged Angel transformed mid-air into a Holy Spear that pierced the heavens and earth, precisely skewering the Fear Demon King’s head and blowing it to smithereens.
A flawless hunt.
But in the very next second after the Fear Demon King exploded, Sargeras, who was hundreds of kilometers away, didn’t even glance in that direction; he merely raised a finger slightly from afar.
A surging wave of Evil Energy crossed the spatial distance and poured into the bloody remains. The flesh, which had already been reduced to fragments, began to reassemble once more. In a single breath, the Fear Demon King reappeared completely unscathed, and the energy fluctuations radiating from its body had remarkably reached the Level 2 Peak!
It had resurrected from the dead, upgrading itself in the process.
Allen felt that things were getting thorny.
This was not a clash of power; it was an absolute suppression of rules. Sargeras was using the Law of Evil Energy he commanded to tell Allen a simple fact: on this battlefield enshrouded by his Law, he was the Game Master who made the rules.
"Commander, the First, Third, and Seventh Defense Zones have been breached!"
"Cyclops Unit 2 is damaged and is currently being besieged by more than three enhanced Lords of Purgatory!"
"Our casualties have exceeded seventeen percent; it is estimated that in seventeen minutes, the entire defense line will completely collapse!"
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse; the enemy’s offensive was unexpectedly ferocious. Cold battle reports continuously poured in.
Atop the Great Wall of Steel, wreckage piled up like mountains. Every second, hundreds of Golems were torn to shreds and trampled to scrap by the berserk Demons. Meanwhile, endless swarms of Demons were still pouring out of Silver Moon City’s cross-plane portal.
Amidst the rapidly changing battlefield dynamics, Allen swiftly completed a situation assessment and a cost-benefit calculation.
"Jarvis, run a secondary battlefield simulation."
[Simulation complete. Commander, if we maintain our current tactics, the defense line will completely collapse in seventeen minutes, and our estimated casualties will exceed seventy percent. This is a guaranteed defeat.]
This was the first time Allen had faced defeat in a head-on battle.
"A guaranteed defeat... These ancient fossils really are tough to deal with," he noted.
However, Allen already had a contingency plan for this. He decisively adjusted his operational strategy, ordering the frontline troops to maintain fire suppression while executing an orderly, alternating cover retreat. The goal was to delay the enemy’s advance and preserve his effective forces to the maximum extent.
[The enemy has entered the reserve positions.]
"Jarvis, execute the ’Reckoning’ plan. Countdown: thirty seconds."
The moment the countdown reached zero, the earth silently lit up along that flesh-and-blood defense line, which stretched for hundreds of kilometers and was built from the wreckage of countless Golems and Demon corpses.
An endless, all-destroying pure white light erupted from beneath the ground, forming a wall of light that spanned heaven and earth. All matter located upon the defense line—whether it was the few Golems still covering the rear or the madly charging Demons—was instantly disintegrated and vaporized in this radiance, returning to its most primal form of energy.
A terrifying Magic Power Storm Belt, spanning thirty kilometers wide and hundreds of kilometers long, was thus formed.
This artificially created chasm buried nearly five hundred thousand Demon vanguards using explosives worth over fifty million Magic Stones. However, this massive investment only bought a brief moment of respite.
After a short stagnation, the Demon tide reacted like a flood meeting a reef. They began to bypass this death zone from both ends, infiltrating inland at an even faster pace. Ace units like Gabriel and the Cyclops were deadlocked by enhanced Demons that outnumbered them several times over, making it completely impossible for them to break free.
The Demon Legion drove straight in; wherever their vanguard pointed, the earth was scorched black, and all life was extinguished.
In a hidden valley far to the south, the True Silver Grand Chairman and the Thunder Witch King were watching all of this unfold through a giant Phantom projection. When they saw that destructive wall of light rise, and when they saw the endless Demons bypassing it, their final hope shattered.
"It’s over..." The Thunder Witch King’s face was ashen. "Not even that Morning Star Wizard’s Steel Legion could stop them... Ionia is finished."
The True Silver Grand Chairman didn’t speak, but his grip on his Silver Staff tightened. He watched the Demons’ vanguard pointing straight in one direction—towards the miracle city named Cybertron.
On the bridge of the Ten Thousand Miles of Sunshine, across the massive holographic Star Map, the red wave representing the Demons had already torn through all of Allen’s outer defense lines. They were hurtling unstoppably toward Cybertron.
[Alert.]
[The enemy vanguard legion has breached the five-hundred-kilometer safety line. Estimated arrival at the gates of Cybertron City in two hours and seventeen minutes.]