The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The earth is shaking.

Flames are rolling.

Black clouds are roaring!

As the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is engulfed in despair and chaos, at the north gate of Assam City, the Demon King Army approaches like a harbinger of death looming in the darkness, each step pounding on the hearts of the Armored Dragon Clan soldiers.

Fear is etched in every pair of eyes.

Tightly gripping their obsidian spears, the Lizardman soldiers, facing an imposing enemy, haven't yet recovered from the previous thunderous bombardment, and in the next moment, they fall into a new abyss.

"Pull yourselves together! You are warriors blessed by the Dragon God, how can you fall here! Charge and tear them apart!"

Under the collapsed city gate, a Holy Blood Warrior clad in blood-red heavy armor roared as he led over four hundred incomplete Temple Warriors in a desperate charge towards the Demon King Army's lines.

"For the Dragon God!"

Facing the increasingly close enemy formation, the Holy Blood Warrior roared, activating his War Seal as his muscles bulged like iron.

The sharp blade of his obsidian spear reflected the dim firelight, and the Temple Warriors behind him shouted in unison, raising their wooden shields and charging forward.

Three hundred steps!

Two hundred steps!

The Holy Blood Warrior was ready to fight to the death, but just as he was about to make out the faces hidden in the darkness, five hundred Black Dragon Archers from Desperate City halted, and in perfect unison, raised their massive heavy crossbows.

In the next instant, the night sky erupted with a dense and sharp whistling sound, with black dots swarming like locusts coming at them.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——!"

Before the Lizardmen could react, a torrential rain of arrows descended upon their heads.

Those sharp, dragon-tooth-like bolts seemed to have eyes, precisely piercing through the Temple Warriors' wooden shields!

The shields shattered and exploded, blood and flesh splattering everywhere!

In just a few breaths, more than half of the four hundred Temple Warriors were slain by the wave of arrows, bodies piling up on the road outside the city, forming rivers of blood.

This was arrow rain that even the knights of the "Land of Knights" feared, not something a few layers of grease-soaked vine armor could withstand.

"Ahhh!"

Seeing his subordinates quickly fall dead and wounded, the Holy Blood Warrior's eyes turned red with fury, veins bulging, with crimson War Seals stitching his bleeding wounds.

As he cut off the bolts in his body and was about to launch another charge, he suddenly felt a strange vibration underfoot.

"What is this?!"

He looked down abruptly, only to see black thorns emerging rapidly from the ground like dark serpents, winding around his limbs and torso.

The sharp spikes easily bypassed the obsidian armor, deeply piercing his flesh and greedily draining his blood.

Feeling his strength wane, the Holy Blood Warrior was terrified, struggling desperately to break free from the thorns.

However, the more he struggled, the tighter the black thorns wound, like numerous greedy leeches draining his blood.

In just a few moments, the powerful Holy Blood Warrior became a desiccated corpse, helplessly hanging among the thorns, lifted up from the ground by the thick brambles.

From a distance, it resembled a tattered banner...

Witnessing the dreadful scene beyond the city walls, the Armored Dragon Soldiers on the stone walls grew fearful, swallowing hard, their limbs frozen, and shoulders trembling.

"Tsk..."

Not far away, Bransia, wielding a black thorny whip, clicked her tongue lightly, yawning in boredom.

She stepped forward, her long tongue gently licking her bright red lips, a slightly regretful smile appearing on her pale face.

"Is this what you call a Holy Blood Warrior? I thought his blood would be delicious, but it turned out to be worse than Silver Pine Forest's monkeys."

Ah...

So weak.

Thanos heard the remark and chuckled coldly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"Had I known you liked monkey blood, I would have sent you a few."

Bransia arched her brows, her icy gaze sweeping over him, only to retreat when she noticed the Demon King watching her.

Walking beside Alakdo, Sarah, dressed in light armor, cast an inquiring glance towards the Demon King sitting on the plump spider's back, eagerly speaking.

"Lord Demon King, the enemy's general is probably on the city wall; I can bring you his head."

"No need."

Luo Yan glanced at the distant city wall, a faint smile playing at his lips.

"His head is insignificant to this battle; let him watch his troops' desperate defeat from the wall."

In such an easy battle, the players needed to have a bit of game experience, lest they curse the developers for the NPCs stealing all the kills.

Though Sarah felt regretful, she remained silent, staying loyally beside Luo Yan along with Alakdo.

At this moment, the City Defense General standing on the stone wall had no idea that he had brushed past death at Ghost Gate.

But even if he knew, he probably had no time to think.

Watching the bloody scene outside the city, the Lizardman's lips trembled, his vertical pupils filled with deep terror.

"This... how is this possible? A Holy Blood Warrior blessed by the Dragon God couldn't even hold out for a single round?!"

A Holy Blood Warrior was at least of the Holy General Level!

And those Temple Warriors charging alongside were directly under Your Majesty the Holy King, elite enough to be of Elite Level strength!