stjorthotic Chapter 290 Ultimate Combat Power, Loot Galore
Chapter 290 Ultimate Combat Power, Loot Galore
Chapter 290 Ultimate Combat Power, Loot Galore
Olaf felt the immense power emanating from the Demon of Slaughter, and his entire skeleton involuntarily took two steps to the side. The Demon of Slaughter let out a triumphant roar, raised its thick thigh, and stomped down hard on Olaf's body.
Just as the Demon Slayer was about to deliver a fatal blow to Olaf, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out in the air.
Then, a flash of silver light appeared.
A piercing arrow streaked across the sky like lightning, striking the Demon Slayer precisely in the left eye.
The speed, power, and accuracy of this arrow are truly astonishing.
The Demon of Slaughter let out a frenzied roar, its head suddenly lifting into the sky, its massive body shaking violently from the intense pain.
It dropped the fiery red greatsword in its hand, covered its face tightly with both hands, and blood dripped from between its fingers, staining the ground red.
At this moment, the arrogance of the Demon Slayer was completely crushed.
It could no longer maintain its previous arrogant posture and could only struggle painfully to try to get rid of this sudden and devastating blow.
It turned out that an armor-piercing arrow had been shot from the direction of the sanctuary, accurately hitting the Demon Slayer's left eye.
This was naturally a precise shot fired by Lu Yiyi from afar.
Her arrow not only saved Olaf's life, but also brought a new turning point to this difficult battle.
Even the Abyss's main combat units, known for their thick skin and tough flesh, would not escape death when faced with this armor-piercing arrow attack.
These armor-piercing arrows are specifically designed to deal with powerful enemies clad in heavy armor.
The runes and incantations on the arrows endowed them with unparalleled penetrating power.
However, the skull of the Demon of Slaughter was harder than steel. When the armor-piercing arrow whistled through its molten lava-like eyeballs, it was blocked by its incredibly hard skull and could not go any further.
The demon's breathing became rapid and heavy, and its massive body trembled slightly from the intense pain.
It stretched out a thick arm with dagger-like claws on its five fingers, firmly gripping the tail of the arrow. Its muscles bulged and veins stood out instantly.
With a deep roar, the Demon of Slaughter exerted its strength, and the blood-stained armor-piercing arrow was forcibly pulled from its head.
The arrowhead of the armor-piercing arrow was specially designed with a barb shape, and it was now deeply embedded in the eye socket of the demon, making the process even more painful.
Faced with such trauma, the Demon of Slaughter did not show the slightest hesitation.
With its other hand, it reached its claws into the wound in its eye socket, and with a chilling tearing sound, it dug out the arrow that was still embedded in its eyeball.
Black and red demonic blood gushed from its eye sockets like a fountain, but as soon as the blood came into contact with the air, it quickly condensed into black crystals, which scattered on the ground and shimmered with an eerie luster.
The Demon's last remaining blood-red eye was filled with malice and rage, and it cast its gaze toward the distant ruins.
Even from a distance of nearly two hundred meters, Lu Yiyi could still feel that almost tangible killing intent.
Her heart clenched suddenly, and her body involuntarily took a step back, as if she could feel the icy gaze of the Demon Slayer piercing through space and straight into the depths of her soul.
However, just as the Demon of Slaughter was preparing to unleash its cruel revenge, a powerful black light burst forth from behind it.
When it touched the skin of the Slaughter Demon, it hissed, accompanied by a faint burnt smell, and wisps of black smoke rose from its body.
Olaf, wielding two skeletal axes, stands behind the Demon of Slaughter.
Its body, originally made of bones, was covered with scars from the battle, especially the burn marks from the flames, which were particularly striking.
Despite this, Olaf's gaze remained unusually firm.
It was surrounded by bright gray-black flames, like a death messenger descended from another world.
"Berserker Golden Body!"
Lu Renjia shouted these words almost instinctively, his voice filled with shock and awe.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
The demon roared in fury, its massive body trembling with fear.
An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped it, foreshadowing an unstoppable disaster.
"What are you standing there for? Get them!"
The Demon of Slaughter suddenly roared.
The lesser demons and horned demons, who were besieging the militia, were momentarily stunned by the slightly panicked roar, but then reacted and rushed over like a black and red torrent.
"Stop them!"
Fangzhou steadied himself, commanded the battered and bruised army of skeletons, and roared as he charged forward.
In that very instant, Ark had used the Death Coronation skill to gather the power of all the undead present onto Olaf, making Olaf the strongest in his coronation state.
As the Demon Slayer cursed rudely, he bent down to pick up the fiery red greatsword he had just dropped on the ground.
Just as it bent down, before its fingers even touched the hilt of the sword lying on the ground, Olaf suddenly roared and charged towards the Slaughter Demon like a gray-black meteor.
With a deafening roar, Olaf forcefully knocked aside the two arms that the Demon of Slaughter had raised in panic to block its path.
The berserker spirit held his battle axe horizontally with both hands. The sharp bone blade pierced through the scales protecting the demon's chest, penetrated the extremely tough muscles, sliced through the steel-like bones, and finally plunged deep into the demon's chest.
"Embrace of Fiery Blaze!"
The roar of the Demon of Slaughter was earth-shattering, and its pair of blood-red bone wings suddenly closed forward, enveloping Olaf.
Black and red abyssal flames erupted from the entire body of the Demon Slayer, resembling a giant egg of fire.
The Fiery Blaze intertwined with the gray-black flames on Olaf's body, producing a violent explosion like boiling oil meeting cold water.
In that instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped by this blazing flame.
Olaf's battle axe was deeply embedded in the wrathful demon's chest, while the demon's bone wings tightly enveloped Olaf.
The clash of forces between the two caused the surrounding air to vibrate, and the flames unleashed by the Demon Slayer's Fiery Embrace skill almost completely engulfed Olaf.
However, with the added benefits of Death's Crown and Berserker's Golden Body, which increase power the more wounded Olaf is, he reached his peak power.
Its battle axe spun continuously inside the demon's chest, attempting to widen the wound further.
Each rotation was accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound and the agonizing roar of the Slaughter Demon.
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me!"
The roar of the Demon of Slaughter exploded like thunder across the battlefield, echoing with endless madness and despair.
The blood mist that spewed from its mouth not only contained the unique stench of a demon, but also contained specks of sparks.
The skeletal battle axe was deeply embedded in the chest of the Demon Slayer, and the undead energy surged like a raging tide, each surge severely damaging the Demon Slayer's seemingly indestructible internal organs.
However, what would be absolutely fatal to humans is a wound that the extremely resilient Slaughter Demon can heal itself.
As long as it can get rid of this wretched undead creature's clutches, as long as it can...
It still held onto a last hope.
After all, its final killing move, Abyssal Flame, is incredibly powerful. Even a berserker like Olaf, who was protected by a gray-black flame from the Death's Crown skill, felt the terrifying power that seemed capable of melting one's soul.
But the pain that is unbearable for a mortal body is completely insignificant to Olaf, a berserker spirit summoned from a skeleton.
Its only focus is on battle and victory.
"No--."
The roar of the Demon of Slaughter was filled with despair and resentment.
The next instant, the gray-black flames on Olaf's body suddenly subsided.
Immediately afterwards, the skeletal battle axe he gripped tightly in both hands emitted an unprecedented black light.
The surging black light, like a raging sea, carrying endless undead power, broke through the seemingly indestructible black and red fiery defense on the surface of the Slaughter Demon's body.
Bathed in the glow of the Fiery Blaze, Olaf's bones seemed to come alive, emitting a sizzling sound.
That was a testament to the fierce collision between necromantic energy and abyssal fire.
As the black light penetrated deeper, the Demon Slayer's body began to undergo drastic changes.
The terrifying black spots spread rapidly like a plague, covering its entire body almost instantly.
These black spots are not only marks of the erosion of necromantic power, but also symbols of the gradual loss of the life force of the Slaughter Demon.
The demon felt unprecedented pain and fear. It let out a heart-wrenching roar and stretched out its claws, trying to crush Olaf's body.
However, Olaf simply stood silently, watching as the Demon of Slaughter's chest gradually swelled and twisted until it could no longer bear it and burst open with countless cracks.
A dazzling black light burst forth from these cracks, like the breath of death, announcing the end of the Demon of Slaughter.
Finally, the Demon of Slaughter staggered back a few steps, helplessly pressing his hands against his head, and let out a final, desperate roar.
A deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart.
A violent explosion erupted from inside the Demon Slayer's body.
This force was so powerful that it not only destroyed the Demon of Carnage itself, but also dragged everything around it into a devastating vortex.
The sounds of flesh flying and bones breaking were almost inaudible amidst the deafening explosions.
The heavy fragments of armor were blasted into the air as if tossed by an invisible hand, then crashed to the ground like meteorites, stirring up clouds of dust.
The shockwave, carrying the pungent smell of sulfur and thick smoke, swept across the entire battlefield.
Whether they were weak little demons, huge horned demons, or even fully armed and seemingly indestructible knights, none escaped unscathed, being thrown to the ground and rolling around in all directions.
For a moment, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.
But soon, the demons recovered from this sudden turn of events.
A mournful cry erupted from the demon army, a mixture of pain and fear.
The demons who had been relentlessly slaughtering the precarious skeletons suddenly lost their will to fight and fell into chaos.
Take advantage of his illness to kill him.
Seeing that the Demon Legion's morale was finally wavering due to the death of its powerful leader, Ark decisively waved the crystal ball and released the Horror Aura skill that he had just deduced not long ago.
As the crystal ball was swung, the halo spread out like ripples, quickly covering the entire battlefield.
The lesser demons were the first to be affected; they dropped their pitchforks, their once ferocious faces now filled with terror.
Like frightened chicks, they flapped their fragile wings and scattered in all directions, colliding with each other in a chaotic scene.
Meanwhile, the simple-minded horned demons let out deafening roars, no longer caring about the enemy before them, but frantically searching for a way to escape.
Any creature that dares to block their path will be smashed aside by their massive bodies. Whether friend or foe, at this moment, they all become obstacles to their survival.
The Terrorwings are perhaps the luckiest group in this disaster.
Because they were at a high altitude, they were not directly impacted by the explosion.
But when they witnessed the horrific fall of the Slaughter Demon and the panic that gripped their kind below, these flying demons reacted immediately.
Without hesitation, they turned around, flapped their wings, and fled into the distance at top speed, leaving only a few sharp cries echoing in the air.
With the defeat of the demon army, the people of the sanctuary finally saw the dawn of victory.
Cheers surged up like a tidal wave, resounding through the sky.
The guards and refugees, covered in blood and exhausted, still stood in the pool of blood and mud, panting heavily.
Their clothes were already tattered, and blood kept seeping from the wounds on their faces and arms. Sweat and dust mixed together, making them look particularly wolfish.
However, even in this state, their eyes still shone with an unquenchable fighting spirit.
Fang Zhou straightened up and looked around with a somewhat wistful expression.
The number of figures able to stand amidst pools of blood and piles of corpses was sparse, at most half of what it was before the battle began.
Of course, the skeleton army summoned by the Ark attracted the vast majority of the firepower.
Most of the casualties on the battlefield were his loyal and reliable skeleton guards.
Lu Renjia knelt amidst the pile of small demon corpses, which were more than half a person's height, his heavy breathing audible even from a distance.
The one-armed female warrior, covered in blood, sat atop the corpse of a horned demon overlord, her longsword still embedded in the demon's chest.
Both Lu Yiyi and the punitive knight Li Guang had swollen arms. Their quivers were empty, clearly indicating that they had exhausted all their strength to launch a ranged attack.
Taking a deep breath of the blood-scented air, Fangzhou did not let his guard down. Instead, he gripped the crystal ball and used the Resurrection skill on Olaf, who was severely injured by the abyssal flames unleashed by the Demon of Slaughter.
Nourished by the Resurrection ability, Olaf, who was originally critically injured and on the verge of death, stood up and barely recovered some of his combat strength.