FWF #380 - Chapter 379: Dark Demon Temple, the Terrifying Master
#380 - Chapter 379: Dark Demon Temple, the Terrifying Master
Time flowed by.
“Come on, come on... You don't even have the strength to hit someone. You dare call yourself a God-level? More like Fart-level!”
“Tsk tsk, are you guys even capable? Eight against one and you still can't win? Do you even know how to play?”
“Ahahaha, this old man is fighting eight and still has the upper hand. A bunch of trash hiding and dodging, what kind of decency is that?”
“Weak! Too weak...”
Amidst the roar of magic, a mocking voice was particularly grating.
And on this entire battlefield, the only one daring to be so arrogant was naturally Melchior.
He weaved and dodged under the siege of eight God-level powerhouses, fleeing madly.
Although he was disheveled and covered in dirt, he didn't lose an inch in verbal sparring, his taunts reaching maximum.
But precisely because of this, the eight God-level powerhouses were almost exploding with anger.
They were clearly overwhelming him, yet in this old man's mouth, it became him single-handedly crushing eight God-levels.
Despite their full-force attacks, they still couldn't manage to kill Melchior.
Besides his strong physique and rich combat experience, this old geezer was like a magician, with a frightening number of items in his pockets.
You never knew what he would pull out next to defuse a life-or-death crisis.
Three days!
A full three days.
Despite the eight of them chasing him with all their might, they hadn't managed to kill him.
Instead, their rhythm of attacking the city was slowed down, so much so that until now, only one layer of the [Ninefold Sigh] had been broken.
To shatter all of them, who knew when that would happen.
Karami watched the battle indifferently, without any expression.
At this moment, he didn't seem like an ambitious army commander, but rather a spectator.
Having failed to kill Melchior after so many days, Karami knew very well that with their current strength, it would be difficult to make a breakthrough in a short time.
Fortunately...
There was a backup plan.
Rumble!
At this moment, a sun-obscuring shadow enveloped the sky, and the entire battlefield quickly darkened.
“What's going on?”
Everyone looked up, gazing at the suddenly appearing shadow.
“Such a strong aura.”
Melchior paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. He could feel that there seemed to be something present within this shadow.
And its aura was extraordinary.
Chī lā!
In the next instant, a flash of lightning appeared without warning, traversing a great distance and landing in front of Melchior.
Melchior disregarded the surprise in his heart, using a [Wind Walk] to move away, disappearing from the spot.
Almost at the same time as his figure disappeared, the white lightning struck down fiercely, vanishing in a flash.
It seemed as if nothing had happened.
Boom!
However, after a brief silence, with a loud bang, the ground collapsed, raising thick smoke and dust.
Melchior's pupils shrank sharply. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that behind the smoke and dust, a bottomless gully had been carved into the ground.
It was conceivable that if he had been hit squarely by this attack, he would have lost a layer of skin even if he didn't die.
“Was that a long-accumulated attack, or instantaneous?”
Melchior's gaze became much more solemn, staring unblinkingly into the depths of the shadow.
There, a figure was slowly walking out.
Presumably, this person was the one who had unleashed the lightning.
If it was a long-charged attack, then ordinary God-level powerhouses could also do it, and it wouldn't be worth fearing.
But if it wasn't, then it would be terrifying.
“You're really useless, so many days and you still can't take down Windleaf City.”
“Prince Karami? No wonder you've only been a prince for so many years.”
A slightly frivolous male voice rang out, and a tall man wearing a gray cloak and holding a skull staff appeared.
“Who are you?”
Being so despised, Karami asked with an ugly expression, “How dare you speak so rudely!”
“What if I told you?”
The man holding the skull staff laughed loudly, “This seat has commanded the Dark Demon Temple for hundreds of years. If you have the ability, feel free to retaliate. This seat will be happy to oblige.”
“Dark Demon Temple?”
The moment the man holding the skull staff spoke, not only Karami, but even Melchior's expression changed.
The Dark Demon Temple was one of the most notorious cults in the entire Lost Continent.
At the same time, its leader, the Dark Demon Witch King, was a well-known God-level powerhouse.
This force had been passed down for hundreds of years, and could be said to be a thorn in the side of all forces.
Because they had no taboos in their actions and their methods were extremely cruel, slaughtering entire families was a common occurrence.
Even...
The Dark Demon Temple had once ravaged a small city, causing rivers of blood to flow and no one to survive.
Of course, such a tragic and inhuman event naturally angered a group of powerhouses.
Under the leadership of several God-level powerhouses, all forces united to exterminate the Dark Demon Temple.
But strangely, after that time, the Dark Demon Temple hid itself, and no trace could be found.
Some said that the people of the Dark Demon Temple knew that they had done something that angered both gods and men, and hurriedly hid themselves.
But Melchior, as a high-level member of the Supreme Sanctuary, knew some inside information.
That battle did not not happen, but ended with the mysterious disappearance of a God-level powerhouse.
The strength of the Dark Demon Temple was far more than it appeared on the surface.
Especially this Temple Master, who was a leader among God-levels.
Just this one person could change the battle situation, and behind him, there were hordes of cultists like a tide.
“This is troublesome...”
Melchior took out a golden crucifix from his inventory and placed it in his palm.
He knew very well that what Windleaf City was about to face was the real test.
“If they don't come back, I'm afraid something will really happen.”
Melchior glanced in the direction of the Remnant Abyss Continent and took a deep breath.
The next offensive, he might be a little...
Unable to withstand it!
“Even if I can't withstand it, I have to! A bunch of hiding and tail-tucking things, how dare you be so presumptuous.”
But in the next moment, Melchior became resolute.
What is a real man? It is knowing that something is impossible and doing it anyway.
“It seems that you still have unrealistic fantasies.”
The Temple Master of the Dark Demon Temple grinned, “It seems necessary to let you know that these so-called barriers and trump cards are just paper in front of this seat.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently waved his staff, and immediately at the top of the skull, a jet-black torrent shot out like lightning.
Its speed was so fast that even Melchior didn't react.
And what weighed on his mind even more was that, compared to speed, the power of this jet-black torrent was even more unimaginable.
“Boom!”
A simple bombardment caused the [Ninefold Sigh] to shake violently.
Bang! Bang!
Two soft sounds, just like an elder sighing twice in a row.
The barrier of the [Ninefold Sigh], which could withstand the attacks of the Allied Forces for several days, was instantly blown off two layers.
And the second magic on the staff of the Dark Demon Temple Master was already more than half brewing.