freeallnovels Chapter 1168 - 807: Slaughter and Rout (Part 2)
Chapter 1168 - 807: Slaughter and Rout (Part 2)
Right now he had no need for Experience at all, but the problem was that his Rules and Power would inevitably draw Experience out of any Otherworld Life he killed.Pure waste, utterly meaningless.
Sensing the ripple left by that Demon as it fled just now, Kana lifted his hand and waggled a finger.
"Doable. A teleport escape like that just now—I should be able to cut it off quite easily."
He thought for a moment, then swung his hand down.
Invisible ripples spread out through the space around him.
Far away, in the Demons’ camp, the Demon Commander let out a shriek and toppled out from within; one of his arms had been inexplicably severed in the midst of his escape, sliced off somewhere in the depths of space.
He had not the slightest idea what had happened.
With their main general defeated and fleeing in disgrace, the Demon army—already stalled by the Night Watchers’ powerful Defense—saw its morale collapse in an instant.
The chaotic Demon tide broke and retreated like a receding wave, skulking backward in disgrace, leaving behind scorched-black ground and a scattering of remains that were quickly turning to ash.
But the routing tide was made up of the weaker Demons; on such a battlefield, they existed for nothing more than padding the numbers, utterly meaningless.
The powerful Demons still raged on, launching frenzied assaults. Their strength was not yet enough to cast off the influence of the Abyss, and under the Abyss’s targeted compulsion, they were fiercely—almost maniacally—enthusiastic about attacking the Night Watchers.
Among them, several savage warbands tried to cover the retreat or sow chaos, and the most troublesome were the Abyssal Terror Knight Orders led by a few of the Commander’s adjutants.
They were like red-hot steel spikes braced within the routing tide, holding their ground and even organizing small counter-charges, trying to tear open any gap the Night Watchers might expose during their pursuit.
Facing such hard targets, the one who had just driven off the Commander naturally set her sights on them.
The dimmed, ghostly blue Soul Fire on Raelia’s body flared back to life in an instant; but this time it did not form a full-body Bone Armor. Instead, it surged and flowed around her like a living thing, coiling and writhing without end.
Her gaze swept across the battlefield like an Ice Blade, precisely locking onto those Elite Demon units who were directing resistance and putting pressure on the Night Watcher defense line—an Abyssal Terror Knight Captain, and two blood-soaked Commander adjutants who were trying to regroup the Frenzy Demons.
There was no point in killing the weak Demons.
She, too, needed Experience right now, so these powerful Demon units were her primary attack targets.
"Clear the field."
Her cold voice was not loud, yet it cut cleanly through the clamor of the battlefield.
Raelia moved.
Her massive Centaur body exploded with terrifying speed as she vaulted straight off the city wall.
The instant she landed, the ghostly blue Soul Fire coiled around her surged out like a furious tide.
Several Inferior Demons and Horned Demons attempting to leap at her from around her were swept by the Soul Fire before they could even scream; they froze in an instant, their souls Ignited, their bodies turning to drifting ash mid-sprint.
She was not engaging in indiscriminate slaughter.
Her target was clear—Legendary.
Her four hooves thundered like rolling Thunderbolt, and in her right hand she gripped a heavy Flail.
The adamantine Chain Hammer head and the spike-studded iron chain were wreathed in fiercely burning ghostly blue Soul Fire.
Every swing tore a keening shriek from the air itself.
The first target was the blood-soaked Commander adjutant closest to her.
That adjutant was raising a Rune Bone Blade high, howling as it gathered monsters, when a bone-deep chill suddenly locked onto it.
It snapped its head around, only to see a surge of ghostly blue flames crashing toward it.
It tried to Block, but Raelia’s Flail, bearing the weight of ten thousand jun and Soul Fire that froze the spirit, came crashing down.
Crack! Squelch—!
The Bone Blade, along with half its Demon torso, was smashed to powder. The ghostly blue Soul Fire instantly engulfed its remains, snuffing it out completely before it could even scream.
The second target was another Abyssal Terror Knight Captain attempting a flanking Charge.
That Captain rode a massive lava Hellhound, its speed astonishing.
But Raelia was faster!
With a sudden veering sprint, her left hand somehow already held a coldly gleaming, barbed, faceted Armor Piercing heavy halberd.
The halberd tip was likewise wreathed in Soul Fire; in the instant the Hellhound lunged to bite and the Knight’s Long Spear thrust out, her huge body twisted in a nimble sidestep leap, evading the attack as the heavy halberd shot out like a viper striking.
It pierced cleanly through the joint between the Knight and the Hellhound.
"Hssroar!!"
The Hellhound and the Knight let out a peerlessly shrill wail at the same time, the massive demonic hound’s body ignited by Soul Fire, rolling in agony as it and the Knight on its back together turned into a towering torch and ash.
While Raelia was diving down with thunderbolt momentum to slaughter those command nodes, the Night Watchers on the walls were far from just standing by.
On the ramparts, the battle had not stopped.
The remaining high‑rank Demons, though now headless, were still numerous, hurling themselves madly against the line.
"Seventh squad! Suppression at three o’clock! Overlapping fire!"
"Ninth squad! Right flank support! Seal that gap! Magic Energy turret, lock onto that giant flesh‑mass Demon!"
"Engineering team! Immediately repair the damaged section of Battery No. 3! Use Fast‑Set Type‑III armor plates!"
One icy, efficient order after another flowed through the comms channel.
The Night Watcher Warriors moved like extensions of a single will.
The Crossbow Cannon positions drenched the field with Alchemy explosive Crossbow Arrows in interlocking fields of fire, weaving a web of flame that suppressed the Demon horde trying to rush the breach.
The Shield generators emitted a steady hum as deep‑blue energy barriers rose again over key sectors, blocking incendiary projectiles and shock assaults.
Several "Fortress" walking turrets that had briefly shut down from overload were brought back online by the Engineer Soldiers’ rapid field repairs and rolled once more into the fight, their rotary cannons spewing chains of Energy Bullets, picking off those massive, higher‑threat mutant Magical Beasts with pinpoint bursts.
These were Alchemy Weapons only recently tuned to function properly in the Abyss, but with this successful round of adjustment and Experience—
From here on, the Night Watchers’ real war Weapons would start arriving in piles to arm the line.
More astonishing still on the battlefield was their coordination.
When a Frenzy Demon took advantage of a lull in the fire and hauled itself up onto the parapet, roaring as it tried to begin a slaughter, the Warrior beside it smashed his Shield forward to draw its attention, while the comrades behind him instantly focused their ranged Magic Bullets on the exposed joints at its weak points, and a burning fireball from farther away landed with surgical precision, clearing out the follow‑up climbers behind it.
Their movements were smooth, their cooperation seamless.
On the ground, wherever Raelia’s Soul Fire passed, it cleared away filth like a hot knife through butter.
Everyone she killed was either a key enemy command node or a powerful Elite.
Demons are chaotic, but strength still rules; the one giving orders is the strong Demon.
With the command core gone, the remaining monsters fell completely into disorganized, each‑for‑himself chaos, and under the Night Watchers’ rigorously ordered fire nets and tight coordination, they were rapidly isolated, broken, and annihilated like moths throwing themselves into flame!
In just a few minutes, the deafening, bloody battlefield sank into a strange calm laced with smoke and embers.
Outside the fortress, aside from scattered corpses slowly crumbling to ash and the charred ground, not a single living Demon silhouette remained.
Inside the walls, the Night Watchers’ maintenance personnel were already moving in silence like precision machinery, carrying out standardized post‑battle procedures—cleanup, repairs, rotation.
These fortress‑Defense Weapons all required upkeep.
The Soul Fire cloaking Raelia’s body slowly went out, and that heavy, brutal instrument with which she had slain two Elite adjutants vanished as well.
She stood amidst the ashes that the corpses had become, her icy gaze sweeping the battlefield; only after confirming there was no longer any threat did she slowly turn and walk back toward the fortress.
Her steps were steady, wordlessly proclaiming that the victory belonged to the Night Watchers.
Belonged to this fortress that had forcibly seized Life atop the Abyss.
Steel Order and a cold will had once again ground the tide of chaos to dust.
The battle was over.
There was no cheering, only wreckage everywhere and the heavy stench of cordite.
The surviving Avengers and Night Watcher logistics personnel quietly began checking Weapons, repairing breaches in the walls, and treating the wounded.
The Avengers sat on the ground, gasping for breath, staring at the craters and scars left outside the walls by the recent battle.
With reverence, they looked up at the figure still standing firm atop the ramparts—the icy Centaur Commander, clad head to toe in ghostly blue Soul Fire skeletal armor, gripping a blood‑dripping Giant Sword.
The Soul Fire slowly faded from Raelia’s body, the ferocious bone armor dissipating into nothing, revealing her true form beneath: a frame encased in exquisite silver‑gray plate.
"Not a bad fight."
Kana appeared at her side and said with a smile.
And around them, the cheers of the Night Watchers rose up.