I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 379

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Around Risier City, whether it was players or natives, everyone felt a chill run down their spine upon witnessing what seemed to be an event of epic proportions that could change the face of Glory.

As the Eye of Death and the chaos opened, the five Divine Artifacts floating beside it began to emit an increasingly intense aura, so much so that everyone could see the true form of the artifacts through their ghostly images.

Terror came hand in hand with temptation.

At this moment, Emi's consciousness had sunk to the depths and was lost in a boundless power. The moment he stepped onto the black altar, an indescribable titan's force surged into his body.

Divine power–it was the power of the Divine!

But this did not excite him; rather, a fear beyond words arose in his heart.

His worst fear had come to pass. The ancient Evil God was in a rush to descend, and not even a single Sunshine Hour–let alone half–could be waited for.

An endless torrent of power filled every corner of his body.

The space around him trembled at this instant.

His control over his own body plummeted to an all-time low, and as the Eye of Death opened in the sky, everything changed.

He felt a supremely evil presence occupy his body in that moment, and then he completely lost control of his body, relegating himself to the role of a mere spectator to the actions of this terrifying, foreign invader.

The Evil God had now completely taken over his body!!

“Your Highness, I no longer have the strength to delay for another Sunshine Hour…”

Crack~
At the instant Emi felt the consciousness of the Evil God seizing his body,
a spiderweb-like crack suddenly appeared in the sky below the dense black clouds, as if a mirror had shattered.

Then, within a hundred kilometers around Risier City, everyone could witness a nation in the sky appear.

It was a dominion filled with a deathly stillness; through transparent space, one could clearly see inside–a charred land littered with innumerable precious ores, a mass of precious weapons, Magic Scrolls, armor…

Even the corpses of Divines could be seen there–yes, corpses, with broken arms and headless torsos, as endless gray power entwined above them, with the surrounding space warped and twisted.

That was a power only Divines could possess.

Although this Divine Country was steeped in an appalling atmosphere, everyone who bore witness to this scene fell into madness.

Divine Country!!

This was the Divine Country of that Evil God, and moreover, that Evil God was really dead. No, it had been dead. Even if it was resurrecting right now, without a body, how much of its combat power could remain?

Greed was swallowing every person who beheld this spectacle.

The most terrifying emotion in the world is not fear but inner desire. This is the most extreme existence, unavoidable.

With the appearance of the Divine Country, a blasphemous language from the ancient times echoed in the sky, horrifying, somber, and startling, the speech filled with all the unimaginable evils of the world.

“Plague and Death were in the past; Plague and Death are present today; Plague and Death shall forever be.”

“He is eternal, He is the past, He existed in bygone times, He exists this eve. He is the ruler of Plague and Death, the spreader of disease and destruction.

He is eternal, He is the one, He shall not die, He shall live forever, He shall also be reborn…”

Every tone seemed to explode in the soul, causing everything within hundreds of kilometers to dim under this dreadful might.

Fear was spreading.

Boom~
An even more shocking scene unfolded. Accompanied by the chanting of “Extreme Evil,” the Divine Country imprisoned in the sky began to plummet downward.

The Beastmen in the central area were immediately subjected to an indescribable force, and then the semi-transparent Divine Country crashed into the earth with a tremendous roar.

Boom~
The earth cracked, and the heavens collapsed.

Like a magnitude 12 earthquake, the center of Risier City, where the Black Altar stood, burst open and collapsed.

Dirt splattered, and dust obscured the entire sky.

The Beastman Prince could only lead the surrounding crowd in a frantic evacuation, but when the dust settled slightly,
What they saw next made the surrounding Beastmen's eyes widen, their breath growing rapid.

No one could describe the feeling of the Divine Country falling from the sky and the earth collapsing at that moment.

It was like a weak child standing in front of a cage containing a ferocious beast. Unintentionally unlocking the chain, the beast smashed open the iron door, baring its gaping, bloodied maw.

The scene was incredibly horrifying and startling, so much so that even language failed to capture the feeling.

A pit a thousand blades wide and two hundred blades deep appeared before the eyes of the Beastmen.

The recent collapse of the earth swallowed tens of thousands of Beastman Warriors near the pit.

Pools of blood were still seeping slowly into the rocks underground.

It was like the Land of Death in the depths of hell.

Under everyone's gaze, the Black Altar in the center of the pit, connected to the Divine Country, remained intact.

What was even more shocking was that the Vampire, spreading its wings and exuding an aura of “Extreme Evil,” remained suspended in midair.

The “blasphemous language” echoed in the ears of everyone present.

“Plague and death were then, plague and death are now, plague and death shall be eternal…”

It was like hitting the replay button, incessant and unending.

A chilling presence, like a stone pressing against their chests, now enveloped the hearts of every Beastman.

But this was not what everyone was focused on. What the Beastman Prince was staring at was the trace of the Divine Country revealed on the shattered earth,
The massive pit below was directly connected to the core of the Evil God–the Divine Country. Nine immense Space Gates in a circular arrangement guarded the Black Altar, and even then, outsiders could see through the gates a sight of the Divine Country–a land of death and desolation.

The next moment shattered everyone's imaginations.

The shattered Divine Body within the Divine Country slowly drifted through the Space Gates and finally hovered beside the Vampire.

This eerie scene was displayed in the sky, aligning perfectly beneath the dense black clouds; the chaos and the Eye of Death had vanished, but a mirror image appeared under the thick clouds.

It was so exaggerated that it was visible simultaneously for hundreds of kilometers around.

Now, after word had spread, over 100,000 players near Risier City who witnessed this scene exploded in shock.

They were thrilled to witness such a spectacle at the current stage.

Players were logging off every second to share screenshots– the terrifying and stimulating scene of warfare satisfied those who relished spectacles, and the event even attracted the attention of players across the entire network.

Any development here tugged at the players' heartstrings because for them, this was undoubtedly a plot mission in “Glory,” possibly allowing players to participate in some historical processes.

But at this moment, no one paid attention to the adventurers swearing in awe beside them; the gaze of the natives was captured by the phantom in the sky.

The shattered Divine Body's two arms and two legs floated scattered about, while a headless torso drifted slowly.

Although the size of this Divine Body was that of a normal human, the weird curvature of the body, along with the row of fierce spines along its back, still gave away that this Evil God was once far from any life form they knew.

What was truly astonishing was not just the terrifying body, but also the missing head of the ancient Evil God, which piqued everyone's curiosity. How had this ancient deity fallen? Where was its head?

The Divine Body seemed like an Elemental Plane full of infinite power; each fluctuation sent ripples through the surrounding space, and the thick energy emitted made everyone experience an uncontrollable fervor.

This was the power of a god! The ultimate embodiment of Glory!

They felt it, the dissipating power that intoxicated the soul. If they could possess it… Desire was like the whispers of a demon, devouring everyone's sanity.

More crucially… these bodies were sealed. Yes, though the consciousness of the ancient Evil God had awakened,
its Divine Body was still bound by ethereal chains inscribed with Ancient Runes, and those almost tangible rune chains were definitely not something that could be undone quickly.

A wildly bold idea arose in the mind of Beastman Prince Shahraram, who was beside the pit.

He was going to slay a god!

Thump, thump~
Thump, thump~
Like wild grass in the spring breeze, this insane thought grew unchecked.

If previously digging up Divine remains to harness the sealed Divine Power was a lateral move, then now it was like drawing a knife for a direct confrontation.

One was picking up what was ready-made, while the other had a price that could be so grim it was indescribable.

But from the moment he came to excavate the Divine ruins, the Beastman Prince had been fully prepared. How could he possibly have just one ace up his sleeve?

“All forces prepare to seize the Divine Body!! Also, send someone immediately to call back the Double-legged Flying Dragons and elite Beastmen of Level 10 and above!!”

“Everyone else, buy time with all your might!”

This order was undeniably ruthless.

To divert forces when other walls were in dire need of support meant that what awaited those Beastmen would be a brutal massacre.

But to Shahraram, this was the best decision; for the ultimate goal, every Beastman Warrior of Risier City could be sacrificed and abandoned without exception.

For the power of the Divine, what did these sacrifices count for?!

“All Beastmen draw your swords, follow me and Bimong to attack!”

With another command, the Beast Bimong, who had not been seen in the battle formation, emerged from the shadows of the street, its terrifying body standing taller than ten men and exuding a chilling aura of brutality.

Its three-bladed claws were Bimong's most potent weapons, exaggerated enough to tear through city walls with ease!

Its grey-black fur was filled with a visual sense of toughness, and its muscles, more intimidating than those of a giant made of steel, were reminiscent of an enlarged behemoth.

These Golden Life forms, capable of rivaling giant dragons of their same tier, had their strength described in countless tales from ancient times.

Following Bimong were over thirty Warriors riding Wolves, clad in the finest armor and wielding the sharpest long blades, and without exception, their Levels were all above 15.

These were the absolute elite warriors the Beastman Prince had cultivated with great effort and the powers lent by the Beastman Empire.

Their sole purpose was to be sacrificed.

Following these Level 15 warriors was a Minotaur Shaman of Level 19. Unlike the Werewolf Shaman who had mysteriously disappeared, the Minotaur Shaman held a Curse Stick engraved with inexplicably bizarre runes, and the frightened Shaman Army immediately gathered around him.

But even this was not enough. With a determined look in his eyes, Shahraram stretched out his hand, and a rusted iron sword materialized out of thin air.

Despite being covered in rust, the sword exuded an aura eerily similar to that of the Evil God.

That was the power of the Divine…

“The Evil God has not fully resurrected; his body is still sealed.

Now that the enemy can only descend into that Vampire's body, I will use this weapon imbued with Divine Power to forcefully suppress the enemy. During this gap, we must seize the Divine Body and the Divine Artifacts!!

In the name of the Roaring Fury Blood, attack!!”

The last words were roared out almost as if tearing the cover off a secret.

Wuuu~
Following the Beastman Prince's command, the Beastman Military Governor behind him immediately blew the war horn, and all Beastman armies began to advance in full force.

But at the moment the Beastmen were about to make their move, under the shocked gaze of all, the Vampire floating above the altar descended to ground level, his blood-red pupils now filled with an endless gray aura.

Emi swung her hands violently, spitting out words of Extreme Evil.

“o…kl…oi… Earth… hearken to my summons!”

The moment the spell was recited in the blasphemous language, the surrounding Magic Power underwent a terrifying turmoil, much like the tide crashing against the beach after a high tide.

Boom, boom~
Under Emi's control, the earth quaked, and the previously collapsed ground began to rise slowly, like plants rapidly growing in spring.

A thousand blades wide, the hole that was two hundred blades below the surface level evened out with the ground under the watchful eyes of the surrounding crowd, and the deep pit the Beastmen had been digging for nearly two years became flat ground within a dozen breaths.

However, the nine immense Space Gates did not change with the ground, still forming a circular arch protecting the Black Altar.

But after the altar was raised to the surface, an even more covet-worthy sight appeared: five Divine Artifacts emitting chaotic light also floated out from the Space Gates, slowly bobbing up and down beside his body.

At this moment, Emi was like a King seated high on the throne, every move filled with a majesty that stemmed from the very depths of one's heart.

There was also an extremely permeating sense of fear.

No one could have imagined why a Vampire could carry the descent of a Divine Being, but none of that mattered now, for the things beside him were far more attractive than he was.

Shahraram's gaze was firmly fixed on the Divine Artifacts and the Divine Body; he wanted them all!

“Attack!!”

Just as all the Beastmen charged up with frenzy and fearlessness, the entire sky plunged into darkness. Then, a hair-raising sound emanated from the nine Space Gates.

Squeak, squeak~
What came next sent chills down the spines of the Beastmen who were halfway through their charge.

Rats, endless and uncountable, no, these weren't rats; these were Half-rat men possessing rat bodies with human heads.

These bizarre and odd creatures, reeking of foul stench and plague virus, poured out from the Space Gates surrounding the Black Altar like locusts.

Each Space Gate was thirty blades long and twenty blades high, and yet, these plague-bearing Half-rat men squeezed and stacked up to fifteen blades high, making all Beastmen's hair stand on end.

Mad Rats broke out, like floods bursting from a dam, raging and spilling out from the reservoir.

The reflection in the sky accurately depicted this horrifying spectacle. The surrounding populace within a hundred miles witnessed the collapse of the land, saw Emi command the ground to rise with a wave of her hand, saw the hovering of the Divine Body, and the might of the Divine Artifacts. Now, they also witnessed the shocking scene of the Mad Rats breaking out.

The series of events that transpired delivered a great shock to most people, even slowing their breaths.

Next came an even more chilling sight, as after these Half-rat men emerged from the Space Gates, the blasphemous language lingering in the sky suddenly grew in volume.

“Plague and Death were, Plague and Death are, Plague and Death will forever be…”

It was a phrase of Extreme Evil passed down from ancient times, a life-claiming curse that horrified everyone.

All saw the Half-rat men, upon hearing the spell, expand suddenly. Originally blade-high, in just a few breaths, they grew to 1.7 blades, and some even to 1.8 blades…

The already terrifying Half-rat men transformed into nightmarish beings. Their claws carried deadly bacterium-filled venom, their huge mouths were gateways to plague and Death, every part of their bodies lethal to their enemies.

It was this transformation of the Half-rat men, combined with that ancient blasphemous language, that made it dawn on everyone – this ancient Extreme Evil God must have held dominion over plague and–rats. Yes, these dirty, despicable, trash-like rats, but in the mouth of the Evil God, these beings that everyone wanted to get rid of became the ultimate fear of all–Fierce Rats.

The collision occurred within just a few breaths.

The Beastmen who blew the war horns charged straight at the Fierce Rats, while the emboldened Fierce Rats under the blasphemous language showed not an ounce of fear, their twisted, misshapen human faces shrieking with the most brutal expressions as they leaped forward.

Ssshh~
In the instant of their dual flight collision, blood splattered, and limbs were torn apart.

At this time, the most elite of the Beastman were here–these ferocious warriors, under the leadership of the Beastman Prince, were using their formidable individual strength to relentlessly slaughter the endless swarms of Half-rat men.

Yet the speed at which the Fierce Rats surged out was even more exaggerated than the Undead falling from the sky–there was no end to the slaughter, no extinguishing their numbers.

The thick scent of blood rose like mist, and within moments, corpses covered the ground–the fierce battle had almost instantaneously shocked everyone.

What was even more terrifying was that, after these warriors perished, their souls were pulled out and then devoured by Emi on the Black Altar.

The more gruesome the war, the more terrifying the aura emanating from Emi became.

The situation was beginning to develop in a way no one could predict.

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But not even the most terrifying scenes deterred the three armies that had breached the walls of Risier City.

When the reflections under the dark clouds appeared, whether it was humans, Dwarfs, or the Undead who had arrived last, all fell into a state of extreme frenzy.

They saw it, yes, they saw the Divine Body, they saw the Divine Artifacts, they saw the Evil God who had not yet fully regained its power, they saw the hope of obtaining precious treasures.

Duke O'Kelly, within the cavalry camp, had a sharp gaze like that of a hawk–piercing and grabbing attention.

This Duke, who commanded the entire southern province, now had a face as solemn as still water. As the scene in the sky caught his eye, his voice carried a determination that no one could shake, pressing ever forward.

“Blow the horn, full army attack!”

“This time at Green City, failure is not an option!”

The God of Nobles's senior bishop beside him fell silent, the fist-sized Holy Light Pearl in his hands had turned into pure black by now.

Even cracks had started to appear on it.

“Duke, do we really have no choice?”

Holding onto the last bit of luck, the bishop unwillingly asked once more.

“Your Excellency the bishop… from the moment the war began, no, from the moment His Majesty sensed the revival of evil, we had no more path of retreat.

Victory, or destruction.

No one can stop me from getting what I want, even if it means sacrificing the elite of the entire south!”

The 200,000-strong army was the elite force that Duke O'Kelly had cultivated over many years, with equipment and Level that was undoubtedly top-notch, his pride and joy in the past days.

But this time, before the war even began, he had already regarded this batch of elite forces he had cultivated for years as the dead.

This iron-blooded Duke shared an inexplicable similarity with the Beastman Prince Shahrarm–a similarity of being a hero among men.

“Yes, Duke!”

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The northern city wall.

“Damn bastards, why haven't our Goat Cavalry broken through the Beastman's defense??

By the Forge God above, I already smell the scent of the Forging Hammer!!”

Nalis Copper Hammer roared furiously, “Hurry up, our ancestors' Glory is waiting for us right ahead!!”

“Let these beastmen and those filthy rats taste the flavour of the dwarven warhammer!!”

“For the dwarves, charge!!”

“For the dwarves!!”

In an instant, like chickens injected with adrenaline, the dwarves launched another charge, and even more dramatically, the goat cavalry leapt onto the rooftops along the streets inside Risier City, bypassing the dense throngs of beastman warriors below and heading straight for the center.

Cavalry galloping on rooftops, a sight that, apart from the dwarves' own, could likely not be found anywhere else in Glory.

In contrast to the dwarves' cunning maneuvers, the undead's offensive was simpler and more effective.

Bone dragons took advantage of aerial superiority to open a path, with death knights charging directly behind the skeleton warriors. Oftentimes, the skeletons in front hadn't even entered the battle before they were trampled and shattered by the terrifying death knights,
even the roadblocks made by the beastmen on the streets were directly destroyed by the horrific death knights.

Fearless of pain, fearless of death.

The undead never extinguish.

Due to the lack of an air force to resist the bone dragons, combined with the terror knights' disregard for costs in their charges, it was the undead army that arrived last which made the fastest progress.

The dwarves, while cunning, had few who actually reached the central area, as many roads in various districts had been destroyed earlier, not even leaving roofs intact, preventing them from taking action.

All three armies pressed forward simultaneously.

And at this critical moment, the beastman prince even diverted a portion of his elite forces elsewhere.

This left the beastman army, already struggling against the three-pronged assault, falling into even swifter defeat. The beastmen might be brave, but without coordinated command, they could only become cannon fodder.

Emi, dressed in a grey mage's robe, floated above the black altar with her arms outstretched, surrounded by the divine body and the Divine Artifacts.

At that moment, her blood-red pupils were assaulted by a murky energy. Her eyes were devoid of any fluctuation, like a stagnant pool, which made Emi appear more like a soulless puppet.

After the Mad Rat was unleashed, Emi, with arms outspread, suddenly drew them back in, then together with the echoing blasphemous language in the sky, began inscribing inscriptions out of thin air.

Grey energy pulsed out, and the limb-less, headless body floating beside Emi began to shimmer.

The densely packed ancient runes on this broken body could make anyone with a fear of clusters get goosebumps.

Those inscriptions emitted an aura similar to the one used to bind the chaotic Eye of Death, intimidating and chilling to the bone.

Had Lide been there, he would immediately have recognized it as the body containing Divine Status that Emi had spoken of.

With each inscription that Emi drew, another inscription burst on the body.

This unabashed act immediately attracted everyone's attention; at this moment, Emi became the focal point for millions within a hundred kilometers of Risier City.

Perhaps at this time, she should no longer be called Emi, but rather the Plague and Death God, as this body was nothing more than a temporary vessel for the entity.

The real Emi had long been squeezed into an unseen space of consciousness.

Seeing this, the attacking forces all tightened up.

Everyone could sense that if they failed to obtain what they wanted before the Plague and Death God released the seal on its body,
once the ancient evil god broke free from the sealed body, there would be earth-shattering changes.

They would no longer have the chance to claim what they desired.

The dwarves and humans both descended into ultimate madness upon seeing this; they all had reasons for which they must fight to the death, and while the undead showed no larger movements, just by watching them commit all high-level undead one could feel that they, too, had taken measures.

With every move of the Plague and Death God, the killing became even more frenzied.

The war horns, much like the mournful cries of scavenging crows, continued to echo alongside the blasphemous language over the skies of Risier City.

The Beastman Army began to disintegrate like ice melting in boiling water once their elite troops had been redeployed. With the three armies fighting desperately, it wasn't long before the Beastman Army crumbled, and the Dwarves could vaguely see the Plague and Death God floating in the air.

At this time, in the core area, the Beastman Prince had fallen into a frenzy.

He had gone berserk.

Under his command, the Level 19 Bimong with the strength of ten blades had become a massive weapon of destruction on the battlefield.

Although the terrifying Fierce Rats surged forth in an onslaught, the epic beast, with its enormous size and formidable defense, rampaged through the Fierce Half-Ratmen with impunity.

However, the Bimong was angered and helpless because it dared not approach the nine Space Gates.

Its instinct warned it of fatal dangers–those were warnings from the soul, and it had to evade.

To hunt down the Divine, to snatch the Divine Artifacts and Divine Body, it had to pass through the gaps between the interweaved Space Gates.

This dilemma put the Bimong in a vicious cycle where it could only vent its anger on the Furious Ratmen.

But the good times didn't last, as the Beastmen, who had originally suppressed the Fierce Half-Ratmen with their high-level combat strength, began to feel the strain.

A large number of Level 10 High-level Half-Ratmen were mixing in, and as their levels increased, Shahrarm sensed the crisis looming.

A greater change was needed!

The Beastman Prince, strong as a bull, could no longer tolerate the current pace and hurled his rusty iron sword at the Plague and Death God.

As the sword flew halfway, sensing the Evil God's presence, it burst into a green glow. Then, with an unstoppable force akin to a mountain collapse, it pierced towards the Plague and Death God, who was inscribing inscriptions out of thin air.

With that sword strike, space shattered, and it seemed time itself had come to a halt.

But what shocked Shahrarm was that the iron sword, imbued with the Beast God's power, failed to suppress the opposing Evil God. Once it entered the Black Altar area, the sword was shaken still in midair by a powerful force.

It merely caused a slight delay in the movements of the Plague and Death God.

But this delay was momentary; the Plague and Death God, after being disturbed, suddenly stopped and turned around. Those gray, lifeless pupils looked at the iron sword erupting with terrifying power and displayed a trace of disdainful mockery.

Its mouth opened wide, and a screech like a demon tearing at a soul spread forth, bursting the infinitely powerful iron sword directly.

Everyone felt a numbness in their souls.

A terrifying surge rose in the air, unleashing boundless might in all directions. The width of the Space Gates, originally thirty blades, suddenly expanded to fifty.

The number of Half-Ratmen pouring out of the Space Gates increased several folds.

And that wasn't all. After the piercing howls, the bodies of the Half-Ratmen gained in size again, swelling suddenly to the height of two blades, becoming as sturdy as iron towers.

The scene underwent a tremendous reversal.

The real Mad Rat had been unleashed.

The sharp, ear-splitting noise didn't stop with the Plague and Death God's resuming of its bodily unsealing movements. It continued to shriek, as if etched into space itself.

Each of the Half-Ratmen became extremely formidable under the power of the screaming and blasphemous language.

The Beastmen, who initially had the advantage, now found themselves in a huge disadvantage. Even with a massive killer weapon like the Bimong, they still couldn't reverse the absolute disadvantage.

Too many, countless…

The Beastmen originally held a numerical advantage, but now, with nine Space Gates fifty blades wide still spewing out Fierce Half-Ratmen, that advantage became a joke.

And if the Beastmen didn't change their tactics, they would soon likely be overrun by the released Mad Rats.

The crowds surrounding Risier City fell silent at this spectacle. Is this the power of the Divine?

To enhance tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of Half-Ratmen of one blade high to two blades tall, directly clashing with ferocious Beastmen–this kind of power was beyond any mortal's imagination.

“Close in around me as the core!!

Let us relinquish other positions. Those damned humans and the Undead want to plunder the Divine Relics, right?

Then let's give them the chance!!”

The Beastman Prince, who was originally confident in suppressing the Ancient Evil God with his iron sword, lost all his initial confidence when the weapon's effectiveness failed.

That iron sword had once been wielded by the Beast God, and countless sacrifices had been offered before coming, so that the Beast God sealed a part of his own power inside it once again.

But now, such a terrifying weapon couldn't last even a second, and the horror of the Ancient Evil God was beyond his imagination.

However, the temptation of the Divine Artifact and Divine Body kept him clinging to a last slim hope.

At this moment, having paid such a heavy price, if he were not to attain what he desired, his loss would be unbearably great.

Wuu wuu~
Just a few minutes after Shahrarm had ordered to abandon the siege around the Divine Relic, the sound of a human horn echoed not too far away.

The humans, fighting fiercely, finally broke through the Beastmen's defenses and entered the heart of Risier City.

But what awaited them was neither wine nor flowers nor Divine Artifacts and treasures, but a group of Fierce Half-Ratmen who had crushed the Beastmen.

The might of the Fierce Half-Ratmen dealt a heavy blow to the human army.

But Duke O'Kelly's will was unshakable and the human warriors, archers, knights, even the Pegasus Cavalry, conducted a siege assault from above this region.

However, the count of Fierce Half-Ratmen was overwhelming, pouring out from the Space Gate continuously like the ceaseless tide.

More absurdly numerous than the Undead, most chilling was that under the enhancement of Divine Power, the formerly frail Half-Ratmen had become incredibly powerful.

The human warriors could only barely hold them off.

“Damn rats!! Taste the giant axe of the Dwarves!!”

With a battle cry, the Dwarf Army riding stout mountain goats came slashing from another direction.

These heavily armored Dwarves, covered in bloodstains, had gone through tough battles, but their faith was unbreakable in their eyes.

Following closely behind the Dwarves were the Undead, another vacant area was taken by these beings who knew neither death nor pain.

In the skies, a ghastly wail sounded as a Bone Dragon with tattered wings cleared the way ahead, with the Death Knights leading countless Undead armies clashing head-on with the Fierce Half-Ratmen.

Fearlessness met ferocious brutality, and the two sides instantly turned into a melee of blood and flesh.

Beastmen, Dwarves, Undead, Humans,
Four armies converged.

Around Risier City for hundreds of kilometers, millions witnessed this epic scene from the reflection in the sky, and as they watched the Beastmen being pressed into a corner by the crazed Half-Ratmen, everyone knew the final battle was commencing.

The core area within ten or more kilometers of Risier City became the ground for this decisive battle.

Victory would be a mythic Godslaying battle, while defeat meant the resurgence of ancient evil… With an Ancient Evil God surviving in the Main Plane, nobody dared to predict what would happen.

Players witnessing this held their breath, frantically capturing screenshots.

Amongst the natives, some started to run in the opposite direction of Risier City, trying to escape the impending disaster, while others charged directly towards the city, hoping to fish in troubled waters amidst the dire danger.

But just then, outside the city where no one was paying attention,
A massive figure was soaring with wings spread wide, all the while cackling madly.

“Ga ga ga~ Damn Beastmen brats, Lord Withered Bones has arrived, ready to be destroyed, are you?!”

“None shall breathe under the Dragon Breath of Lord Withered Bones, I, as the Undying King, shall become eternal…”

“Ga ga ga, do you feel my power? Yes, I am invincible, the invincible Lord Withered Bones…”

Accompanying this chatty Bone Dragon, an immensely large army was advancing swiftly.

The dawn's army arrived just before the final decisive battle.

The battle of the Five Armies, the ultimate confrontation.

Chapter end