The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 631 The entire army fought to the last moment!
"kill!!!"

"Skin him alive!"

"Let me eat first, haha!!!"

On the altar in the dimensional desert, as soon as the two-headed ogre priest's roar subsided, the ogre warriors standing around him surged forward like a tide.

Wielding a variety of weapons and carrying torches, they trudged across the sand beneath the altar, stepping on each other's shoulders and heads as they climbed up, like a swarm of flies rushing toward carrion.

Seeing the surging army, Luo Yan did not retreat, but instead a smile appeared on his lips.

Let's set aside Eileen for now.

In front of Ophia, he really couldn't use necromancy. He could only rely on elemental magic or Sarah's Hand to deal with those small fry who dared to provoke him.

But here—

He can unleash his full power without any reservations.

"You are courting death."

He announced the fate of the ogres in a nonchalant voice, and then the wand that slid out of his sleeve rose like a conductor's baton guiding a symphony.

A ghostly green magical light emerged from the tip of the staff, initially just a barely perceptible point of light.

In just two seconds, the firefly-like light transformed into a beam of light that dispelled the darkness, illuminating the entire bloody altar in a sinister and eerie way, blinding the ogres beneath it.

"Om-!"

A buzzing sound covered the entire battlefield, instantly suppressing the earth-shaking battle cries!

The bones covering the altar seemed to hear the call, began to tremble, and then rushed into the sky, forming boundless clouds!

The two-headed ogre priest stared wide-eyed at the offering flying into the air, trying to stop it with a spell, but he couldn't budge it at all!
The skull, ribs, spine, and the enormous femur of some unknown creature were constantly breaking and reforming under the influence of the eerie green demonic light, eventually forming hundreds of bone spears as thick as anchors!

The spearheads emanated a terrifying pressure, pointing directly at the ogre army surrounding the altar.

The ogre priest standing on the other side of the altar felt as if he were being pointed at by the bows of hundreds of warships, and for a moment both his mouths stopped breathing.

What terrifying power!

This human mage!

Although he, as an ogre, could not comprehend the emotion called fear, his fiercely fighting spirit still felt an involuntary tremor, to the point that he took an inch back.

However, it was this very action that sealed the death of the ogre priest!

Fear of battle is an emotion that followers of Karmandes should never possess!
The backlash of the force instantly drove the two heads, which were gazing at the sky, into a frenzy at the same time.

Their eyes burned with a scarlet light, their facial muscles contorted in pain, as an irresistible will tore at every nerve.

Countless white bones covered the sky, and spearheads covered every inch of land beneath the altar.

Luo Yan swung his right hand downwards, and the tip of his staff made a soft "whoosh" sound as it fell.

At the very moment the wand fell, he calmly uttered the incantation.

"Netherworld Bone Prison".

The moment the words fell, the white bones that had gathered like a sea of ​​clouds suddenly erupted, like pale thorns blooming downwards, and collided head-on with the army of ogres rushing towards the altar!

The ogre at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before it was pierced through the body by the bone as thick as a ship anchor!

A sickening sizzling sound pierced the entire battlefield, and the skeletal remains, like a cleanly pulled-down zipper, reaped one ferocious and bloodthirsty life after another.

Some were nailed to the sea of ​​sand, some were cut in two, and others were thrown away by the debris and shockwaves kicked up when the bone spears struck the ground.

The scene could only be described as horrific.

Neither ogres nor goblins were able to resist that irresistible force. They surged forward wave after wave, only to scatter like ants swept away by the tide.

A milky-white ghost floated beside Luo Yan and let out an excited shout.

"Amazing! As expected of you, Demon King!"

Luo Yan smiled slightly, said nothing, and simply turned his gaze to the two-headed ogre priest.

The four pupils reflected a familiar light—as if it were a projection of a supergiant star among the stars.

“Is that you, Kalmandes?” Luo Yan said with a smile. “We meet again. You have quite a few clones.”

The two-headed ogre priest did not answer.

The two ugly heads had lost consciousness, their pupils drawn by dark red threads, both staring at the sky. Their limbs were at the mercy of the power emanating from the depths of the stars, like manipulated puppets.

That is the will of Kalmandes!

It seems this vessel is so weak that it couldn't help but intervene personally.

Luo Yan looked at him with a calm and composed expression.

The two-headed ogre priest raised his sinister bone staff, his mouths agape as he chanted a curse that did not belong to this world.

At the same time, he raised his other hand upwards.

"...The scythe of death that destroys the world, I offer the souls of my servants as sacrifices to awaken your majesty to descend upon the mortal realm, and bring death upon the blasphemers!"

As he chanted the incantation, thick black blood seeped from his mouth, nose, and eyes, dripping onto the ground in a pattering sound.

That's the backlash from the spell!
At the same time, the hundreds of goblins standing beside him felt as if they were being gripped by the necks by invisible hands—

Those are sacrificial offerings!

They clutched their throats and screamed in agony; some knelt on the ground praying, while others rolled on the ground screaming.

However, no matter what they did, they could not stop that irresistible hand from piercing through their skin and flesh, grabbing their ugly souls, and forcibly pulling them out of their mouths and noses, dragging them into that unseen vortex without explanation.

The unseen vortex was located deep in the night sky, and was also held in the ogre priest's raised left hand, which was just covered by his palm.

Both faces contorted with pain and pleasure, twisting to their extremes as the left hand tightened its grip, until finally a roar that pierced the night sky was forced out of the throat.

"The pendulum of death!"

He roared out the last incantation in a hoarse voice, pointing the bone staff in his hand at the figure standing on the altar.

"Tsk tsk tsk—!"

Amidst the wails of countless souls, a dark red scythe cleaved down from the sky, its surging air currents swirling at the point of impact, blocking all possible escape routes for the mysterious human mage!
However, Luo Yan had no intention of hiding at all.

He merely raised his wand slightly, as if guiding a variation in a symphony, causing the rapidly advancing bone spear to turn backward and form a shield as thick as a city wall above his head.

The massive scythe of death slammed into the bone shield, a dull thud echoing across the battlefield!

Crimson flames scattered and flew everywhere, followed by a series of dark red lightning bolts that twisted and tormented the surrounding area!
Several ogre soldiers were accidentally struck by the lightning, and soon their bodies were burned with rings of smoking blood holes, and they fell down with miserable howls.

As the shield remained motionless, the two-headed ogre priest's expression gradually twisted, the skeletal staff in his hand trembled violently, and the crimson reflection in his pupils grew larger and larger.

Not enough—

We need more!

The rage from the unseen realm intensified the blessing, as if it wanted to cram all the energy of an entire supergiant star into this "narrow" container.

However, its reckless investment has unknowingly exceeded the limits that the ogre priests can bear.

The few teeth that were left began to fall out, and the blood vessels, which were so thick they were almost squeezed out from under the skin, began to burst inch by inch, oozing black blood!

Next, the incantation he was chanting gradually became indistinct, eventually turning into painful babbling, and he descended into even more complete madness under immense pain.

"No! Stop right now!"

"I can't stop!"

The two heads suddenly became lucid, as if in a final burst of energy, and then they started chanting incantations and arguing desperately, yet it didn't feel out of place at all.

In contrast, Luo Yan, standing beneath the bone shield, remained calm, showing no sign of strain whatsoever.

The crimson energy grew weaker and weaker, turning from entanglement into a struggle, and finally extinguished silently like a match falling into water.

At the same time, the soul fire in the pupils of the two-headed ogre priest was also extinguished.

The left hand, raised to the sky, fell silently, and the entire body, like a puppet with its strings cut, crashed heavily to the ground with both knees, taking its last breath.

Looking at the steaming corpse, Youyou muttered a sympathetic remark.

"Poor thing, he was bursting at the seams by his own god."

The Demon King would never do such a thing.

Everyone who trusted him praised him highly and wished they could have more.

Luo Yan dispelled the bone shield and said casually.

"Rather than saying he was bursting, it's more accurate to say he was killed by his own greed and fear."

The power of chaos is not without limits; it must be drawn by a strong will from the mortal realm. Driven by a thirst for immense power and a fear of his adversary, his soul lost its way in the void, drawing upon the flames of destruction for power he could not bear.

From the moment he became obsessed with getting more, his fate was sealed.

The death of the ogre priest shook the morale of the army.

Even the ogres, fearless of death, inevitably wavered when faced with this invincible power.

They are ultimately mortal beings, completely different from the "transcendent" fungi on the planet Kao.

Even so, the individual fears were drowned out by the sheer number. The ogres were so numerous that these casualties were insignificant.

The ogres on the dunes continued to surge in, trampling their fallen comrades into the sand, like ants constantly filling every crevice of the battlefield.

A burly ogre general stepped forward, stepping over the corpses of his comrades.

His face was tattooed with symbols more complex than those of an ogre priest, he wore a banner captured from some unfortunate civilization, and he brandished a giant warhammer in his right hand.

The ogre general pointed his warhammer at the human mage on the altar and roared deafeningly at the army behind him.

"There's only one of him! Charge! Crush him!"

"Roar--!"

The roar swept across the dunes like thunder, emboldening the ogre army, which launched another fierce attack.

They roared, brandishing bone clubs and stone hammers, and together they formed an even larger torrent, rushing toward the altar.

From a distance, it looked as if the entire desert was tilting toward the altar!

However, facing the increasingly surging waves, Luo Yan's lips curled into a playful smile, and he said meaningfully.

"Who says I'm all alone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground began to shake.

A ghostly green light emerged from beneath Luo Yan's feet, flowing like thick magma across the altar's stone slabs and over the corpses of the ogres impaled beneath the altar by bone spears.

This time, he didn't even use his wand.

The next second, the corpses on the entire altar erupted in chaos!

"Rise, people of the Great Necropolis."

The deep voice echoed in the minds of every undead, and the first one to stand up remained stunned for a full three seconds.

He looked down at his hands, which were bigger than washbasins, and then at the rough, sandpaper-like skin on the back of his hands. Then, an expression of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.

Holy crap! This body is amazing!

It was seven or eight times taller than the undead rat he played before!
And most importantly—

This life was a freebie!!!
Just as he was carefully exploring the mysteries of his own body, another ogre corpse stood up, looking around blankly.

"Where have I ended up?" No one answered him.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth... more and more ogre corpses rose from the ground.

And residing in these corpses are the players whose soul mirror images were forcibly dragged here by the Demon King in the name of an expansion pack!

"Holy crap, it's an ogre this time?!"

"Hiss—you know what, it feels pretty realistic."

"Get away! Where the hell are you touching?!"

"Hehe, you're not at a loss either. Here, let me touch mine."

"%￥#@!"

The players looked at each other, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

Previously, when the Demon King summoned them for help, he would at least issue a prior announcement. Now, even the announcements are issued retroactively, and there's no option to participate; as long as you're in a safe zone, you're automatically mobilized.

However, no one seems to object to it.

After all, the rewards for being summoned by the Demon King are quite generous each time.

Players who actually have something to do won't linger in the safe zone, while those who have nothing to do are just lamenting the lack of entertainment.

The chaos lasted only a few seconds.

The commotion in the distance finally caught the attention of the players, and then that handsome face and charming smile came into view.

The sense of immersion diluted by the cannibalism—

They were immediately brought back to their senses!
"It's the Demon King!"

"Great! The Demon King has remembered us again!"

"For the Demon King! For the Great Tomb of Nazarick! Charge, brothers—!!!"

"Awoooooo!!!"

Hundreds of ogre undead, driven by the players, immediately let out howls no less powerful than those of the living, and swarmed down from the altar!

Many new players who have just "logged in" haven't gotten used to the ogre's body structure yet. They run around unsteadily, and when they swing their weapons, they either can't find the right direction or they use too much force and fall over themselves. Occasionally, they even trip over their own legs and fall into the ogre's corpse pile.

However, there are a few veterans who have remained steadfast from the very beginning.

Their previous game characters were undead, so they had extensive experience controlling various non-human bodies, and they were quite adept at handling this new type of creature.

A player who started as a skeleton mage calmly picked up a battle axe from the ground, rushed to the nearest ogre in a few strides, and ripped open the ogre's skull with one axe blow.

The smoothness of the touch surprised him.

This is more fun than playing as a mage!
Another player, a lizardman warrior, was much more cautious. He first picked up a broken shield from the pile of corpses, held it to his chest with one hand, and then launched a charge.

Using his immense momentum, he stund the charging ogre with a shield bash, then snatched the ogre's greatsword and swept it away, severing the ugly head.

"Awooo! Utter madness!" He roared excitedly, bathed in blood, looking even more frenzied than the followers of Kalmandes.

As for the caution he had when he first woke up, he had clearly put it out of his mind.

Seeing their "fellow kin" charging in the opposite direction, the ogres at the rear were dumbfounded. They hadn't seen these creatures resurrected, causing their charge to stall, and they were momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Opportunities on the battlefield are fleeting.

This moment of distraction gave the players who had just woken up ample time to react.

As the Demon King's buff landed on them, they all seemed to be on stimulants, their bodies brimming with inexhaustible energy.

The two sides collided violently on the blood-soaked sand, like two opposing torrents of water colliding!
The howls of ogres mingled with the screams of players, occasionally accompanied by the clanging of swords and the muffled thuds of clubs colliding.

And all of this is just the beginning!
The ogre army advanced relentlessly due to its overwhelming numerical superiority; however, for every ogre that fell, a new one would soon rise again as a corpse.

Immediately after a brief moment of stunned silence, they went berserk, swinging their weapons at their former comrades.

At first, the ogre general did not take these "resurrected trash" seriously, until the stalemate on the front line could not be advanced and even showed signs of being pushed back.

He glanced again at the human mage standing in the center of the altar, and his expression grew even more unpleasant.

That guy didn't seem to be running out of magic power at all!
Logically speaking, necromancers need to expend a considerable amount of magic power to control the undead, and this power increases dramatically with the number of undead.

Moreover, when the number of undead expands to a certain extent, exceeding the limit that the necromancer's mental power can control, the undead's combat power will also drop precipitously!
But these spirits seem a little different.

Rather than saying they were controlled by necromancers, it would be more accurate to say they were awakened by some terrifying power and then threw themselves into the battle according to their own will!
As the undead army grew like a snowball, fear finally appeared on the ogre general's face.

Although his soldiers continued their fearless attack, and the ogre army behind him was countless, he could see no hope of victory whatsoever!

They are also endless!

Just as fear was about to replace madness and take over, a familiar aura suddenly came from behind, freezing the despair that had just crept into his heart.

The ogre general turned around abruptly and saw a warrior clad in jet-black armor stepping heavily out from the ranks behind him.

Unlike other ogre warriors.

He was tall and imposing, unlike the ogres who were coarse and bloated. His jet-black knight's armor was exquisitely crafted, with dark red patterns faintly visible beneath the armor, like lava slowly flowing beneath obsidian.

Not only that, he also held a greatsword with a blade but no edge, inscribed with characters that did not belong to this world.

With each step he took, the sand beneath his feet burned into finer ash, leaving only gray footprints.

Those footprints are like the mark that Kalmandes left on this world!

The air on the battlefield became tense with his arrival!
The attacking army of ogres instinctively stopped in their tracks, all staring at the dark figure with fanaticism burning in their eyes.

The ogre general's face lit up with ecstasy as he raised his warhammer high and roared with triumphant cheers.

"Kalmandes!"

Cheers quickly filled the entire stadium.

Under the cover of night, the desert was filled with the cries of cannibals, and the morale that had been declining returned to its peak!

That was the chosen one of God, blessed by the flames of destruction, a knight who did not belong to this world, the mortal incarnation of Karmandes!

Not only that, that guy is also the warrior closest to a god in this dimensional desert!
Its name is—

Black Knight!
"Holy crap... what is that thing?" The Pig-Headed Knight hoisted his battle axe onto his shoulder, staring at the warrior clad in black armor, and muttered in surprise.

【One Leaf Tells of Autumn】 frowned slightly and touched the crooked bridge of her nose.

"Judging by that aura, he's probably the BOSS."

Pig-headed Knight: "Understood, it has nothing to do with us."

Hu Wan: "..."

Minotaur Warrior: "Damn, does this have to be so realistic?!"

Pig-headed Knight: "Don't blame me for being realistic. Every time a boss appears in an expansion, isn't it always a plot device that kills them off?"

One Leaf Knows Autumn: "What you said makes so much sense, I can't refute it for a moment."

Gou Shi: "This game is so damn unrealistic, *manually adding a sarcastic emoji*."

In the distance, Luo Yan slightly raised his eyebrows, his face still bearing an elegant and composed smile, exactly the same as before.

However, his gaze was firmly fixed on that figure with a completely different aura, and there was no trace of contempt in his deep purple eyes.

What a powerful aura!

At the same time he was observing the man, those scarlet pupils hidden in the helmet were also staring intently at him.

A powerful killing intent emanated from beneath the jet-black armor—

'This time, we can have a proper fight.'

The hoarse voice resounded directly in Luo Yan's mind, which surprised him.

The next second, the black longsword instantly crossed a kilometer and appeared beside him.

The longsword swept across, and the rampaging sword energy cleaved down four towering stone pillars in one fell swoop.

The iron boots landed!

The lingering kinetic energy caused the entire altar to collapse, spreading out cracks thicker than a thigh along the Black Knight's footprints!
This scene shocked all the players present.

What a great speed!

However, the emptiness that came from along the spine of the sword made the black knight who had delivered the fatal blow frown slightly.

The sword strike, powerful enough to tear through space, missed its mark, and the cunning mage vanished without a trace.

Just as his gaze swept across the entire battlefield, that aura suddenly reappeared, this time right above his head.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed upwards with his sword.

A black sword light shot out, slicing the passing clouds into pieces, but it still failed to cut through the illusory figure.

The black-clad knight didn't look up; he simply twirled his sword and then sheathed it, preparing for the next fatal blow.

However, just as he withdrew his sword, a black sun suddenly shone above the shattered clouds, swallowing up the only moonlight in the night sky!

An overwhelming pressure enveloped the entire battlefield, causing the ogre general, who had been ecstatic just a moment ago, to freeze his expression once again.

That mysterious human mage didn't even use his full strength when he was dealing with them!

Compared to the magic that rules the sky, the previous bone spears were nothing but a joke!
It wasn't just his expression that froze on his face.

The ogres standing around were the same; their ferocious eyes were filled with hesitation due to fear.

The players, however, were relatively restrained in their reactions.

After all, this wasn't the first time they'd seen the Demon King show off; it was only the newbies who were "specially recruited" by the expansion pack who were really enjoying it.

The black knight looked up, his crimson pupils narrowed slightly, and a cold smile appeared beneath his armor.

'You actually used that trick.'

This time, it was Luo Yan's heartfelt words that echoed in his mind.

'Have you figured out how to crack it?'

"Still need to be cracked?" The Black Knight curled his lip in disdain, his tone mocking. "As long as I don't use my domain, who do you expect this slowpoke to hit?"

indeed--

Speed ​​is one of Black Flame's weaknesses.

However, this was not considered a weakness in this battle.

Using the dark, blazing sun to conceal his aura, Luo Yan, floating above the broken clouds, smiled slightly upon hearing this.

There's no need for that.

This exchange was sufficient as a test.

He never fights a battle unprepared unless absolutely necessary.

Before the mysterious warrior could react, Luo Yan pointed his index finger at the altar on the ground, guiding the black sun to fall towards the altar.

At the same time, the Demon King's majestic voice echoed in the hearts of every player—

"The entire army will fight to the last moment!"

"Whoever can defeat the BOSS on the altar, I, the Demon King, will bestow upon him the title of Demon King of the Dimensional Desert!"

　Attending the company annual meeting without a prepared draft is too painful. My flight is in the afternoon, and I probably won't get home until evening. Despair ==
　　
　
(End of this chapter)