Raging flames, surging torrents of violence, corrosive shells, and a canopy of lightning.
Countless magical attacks and beams of light erupted around the headquarters of the Ouroboros Ring, playing out ceaselessly across the Phosphorescent Fire Swamp.
The bloodline warlocks fought with tremendous power to protect their organization and home, but the enemies they faced were extraordinarily powerful as well — severed limbs, shattered remains, and blood rained ceaselessly upon this stretch of land.
Outside the headquarters, two colossal beasts, each larger than a mountain, roared and clashed, tangled together in combat.
Every collision between them sent tremors through the earth, as if a ceaseless earthquake were rocking the land. A clash of this magnitude was something rarely seen even on the Central Continent — a battle worthy of being inscribed into myth and legend.
The fierce battle had raged for an entire day and night without pause, and neither the two titanic beasts nor the Wizards and warlocks showed any intention of stopping.
For them, a rate of consumption like this was still tolerable — let alone for those two gargantuan creatures.
In the command center, Faisal's expression was far from good.
"The Eastern District has sustained 37% damage, the walls are 55% compromised, and most critically, the Annihilation Twin Serpents' energy draw has already consumed 67% of the wizard towers' combined energy reserves — there's hardly any left to spare..."
To power a Morning Star-level combat force, how could there not be a cost?
The enemy relied on a staggering supply of food, more than sufficient to satisfy the Kogas behemoth's hunger, while the warlocks of the Ouroboros Ring could only sustain the Annihilation Twin Serpents with the pooled energy reserves of their many wizard towers.
Faisal understood all too well — puppets were puppets after all. The moment he cut off the energy supply, the Annihilation Twin Serpents outside would instantly revert to their true form.
Even if they kept pouring energy in, the reserves in their numerous energy pools were running dangerously low.
If this continued, the Ouroboros Ring, with its final trump cards spent, would truly face annihilation...
"Master! Please, come back quickly!" Regardless of whatever thoughts he had harbored before, Faisal now began to pray with genuine, heartfelt sincerity.
"For the family, for the bloodline! For the honor of the warlocks!"
On the western front, Fruity was drenched in blood, several grievous wounds carved into her body, her face set in a stubborn grimace as she stood blocking the Demon Wizard commander's path.
"Just give up! Without a few Morning Star warlocks to protect you, your defeat is already inevitable..."
The commander sighed, a note of melancholy in his tone. "Wizards who can fight me for over thirty hours... there are very few of those left!"
"......" Looking at the devastated battlefield and the numerous corpses of Bloodline Warlocks, Fruity closed her eyes, then quickly opened them again, a sharp gleam burning in her gaze.
"I will never surrender! The glory of the Bloodline Warlocks shall absolutely not end in my hands!"
"A foolish decision!" the commander said coldly. "Very well — in the battles to come, I will no longer hold back!"
Crack! Crack!
As if some seal had been shattered, the iron chains around his right arm burst apart and clattered to the ground one by one. Dark flames surged upward ceaselessly, and the aura that had already set Fruity's heart racing suddenly intensified tenfold.
"This demon's arm is a treasure I obtained at the cost of nine deaths and one birth, risking the eternal damnation of my soul..."
The chains fell away, revealing a horrifying arm covered in scales and tipped with razor-sharp claws. Compared to the mutations brought about by mere demonic aura contamination, this arm's presence was tenfold more potent — a true Demon Arm, its terror far beyond anything that had come before!
"Seven Crystallizations have fallen to this arm in the past! And today, you will be the eighth!"
The Wizard commander roared, sweeping his arm forward in a violent arc. The terrifying dark flames spread outward like a cage, locking down the entire region...
"Hmph!"
Just as the allied forces seemed to have everything going their way, a cold snort audible across the entire battlefield rang out, and a Wizard appeared on the field of battle.
He had silver pupils and eyebrows sharp as drawn blades, and he wore a terrifying Wizard's robe adorned with the writhing forms of countless demons being tormented.
Though he merely stood still in the void, an overwhelming domain had already enveloped the entire headquarters of the Ouroboros Ring.
Silence! Even the battlefield that had been raging like a furnace moments ago fell into deathly quiet!
The warring behemoth Kogas and the Twin World-Ender Serpents, locked in fierce combat, also halted. From this tiny human figure, they sensed a formidable threat.
"It's Lord Gannir, the Demon Hunter! Why has he acted ahead of schedule?" The red-haired witch looked utterly incredulous.
"Gannir has always been the sort who doesn't care about reputation or face — that's how he's always been in the legends!"
The green-haired Wizard's expression darkened. "He must have seen that things were going well on our side and immediately jumped out to steal the credit!"
"Him? A Morning Star Wizard, trying to steal from you?" The witch covered her lips with her hand.
"Heh... Gannir's reputation among Morning Star Wizards... you'll find out soon enough..." the male Wizard said with a bitter smile. In the world of Morning Star Wizards, who didn't know that the Demon Hunter Gannir not only lacked any semblance of a powerhouse's dignity, but could well be called shameless — frequently leveraging his overwhelming strength to plunder resources and secret treasures from lower-ranked Wizards.
"So you're just going to sit back and do nothing?"