Chapter 1040 - Total Attack
The enormous warship sailed with two corvettes by the left and right protecting its hull as magical radiance descended from them like raindrops. The magic warships had changed their attacking mode as it continuously bombarded the surface. Under its attack, the dense, pitch-black ground turned from the inside-out while some areas collapsed entirely. It was as though an invisible brush wiping the filthy white board, cleaning it from dust and ink. After a series of light beams, a portion of the battlefield was cleaned up immediately. The demons made use of every second and charged ahead, filling up the gaps to regain the upper hand. With Bayer’s presence, the Flame Monarch could no longer freely demolish the demons. Even though the Flame Monarch continued to control the flow of explosions like volcanic eruptions, it could do nothing in the face of Bayer’s fire storm. Besides, demons were also resistant to fire. To most higher demons, not even fireballs descending from the sky could deal any serious damage to them and magma that could melt steel was nothing more than hot spring water.
After Bayer summoned the purgatory armies into the battle, the Flame Monarch’s threat reduced greatly. As the magic warships gradually advanced, the war situation changed and this development was apparently something that the Flame Monarch hated to see.
Boom!
Burning meteorites came crashing down from above, aiming at the magic warships along with the Flame Monarch’s action. But the meteorites crashed into the defense barrier over the warships, steered away from their trajectories, and flew back into the sky. The Flame Monarch’s eyes burned with rage at the sight of its ability being useless against the massive warship in the air. No matter what attack it launched, they were ineffective against the defense barrier. The Flame Monarch couldn’t accept such a failure. Shortly after, it snarled and gave a command. With its guidance, the devils flapping their wings and flying out of the Chaos Gate shrieked sharply, pouncing at the magic warships like a plague of locusts.
But it wasn’t that easy for them to achieve their goal.
Pitch-black devils descended from above, brandishing their razor-sharp claws at the target before them. But shortly after, several light arrows penetrated their bodies effortlessly, turning them into ashes. The Dawn Angels raised their enormous crossbows and released a series of fire tongues like the burst of machine guns. Countless light arrows flew in all directions, entirely demolishing the devils who dared to step onto the deck. The elves quickly clutched their bows and swirled in the air around the warships like birds, coordinating with the angels’ line of fire and forming a tight defensive net. The Bugle Angels blew their conches hard, releasing deep sounds that turned into a fury of tornadoes that shredded any devils that came closer.
Clink!
Lesa raised the staff high. Her petite figure was as though a fragile, little sapling that was about to be devastated by the storm. Her wide imperial robe fluttered in the wind and even the huge hat on her head seemed as though it would fly away in the wind. But even so, in the face of the devils who could even make experienced warriors tremble in fear, Lesa was unfazed. She struck the staff on the deck with force. Along with her action, countless white rays of light coalesced like a burst of stars. Then, endless spotlights enveloped the devils densely. The nonstop explosions and flicker of magical radiance wiped out all traces of the devils.
At this moment, Lesa used her true strength to announce to the world of her ability as the priest of the Astral Temple. She wasn’t just a useless flower vase or one who could only cast teleportation rituals to transport soldiers. The devils continued to advance forward as death wasn’t able to stop them in their tracks. This was where they were most terrifying. But even so, after they were eliminated, they naturally wouldn’t charge ahead anymore. Sometimes, the simplest of reasons was the most practical. Even though there were hundreds of thousands of devils dashing forward and attempting to use their bodies to stop the warships from advancing, they stood no chance of succeeding as the warships continued to steadily sail forward, pitilessly crushing every devil that dared to stand before it.
In an instant, the entire battlefield had truly turned into hell enveloped in bloody rain. Shredded flesh, filthy blood, and a gross stench emerged from above. As the warships sailed, countless limbs and sprays of blood scattered on the land, which agitated the ferocity in the demons and devils further. They snarled wildly and brandished their weapons, sharp claws and fangs at each other, trying in all ways to eradicate the enemies.