Mercenary Wars

Chapter 65 Overlooking
The five rings' curse of weakness was indeed too heavy even for the fallen angel himself.

Although he was not as nearly unable to move as Gao Jianuo, it took him a long time to get up from the ground, trembling like an old man.

He chanted the spell, trying to remove the curse from himself, but removing the curse was bound to be much more troublesome than casting the curse. Casting the curse took a moment, let alone removing it.

Just as the fallen angel was trying to remove the curse on himself, an angry shout suddenly came from behind him.

"Die, demon!"

The fallen angel suddenly panicked and tried to dodge, but his weak body did not allow him to complete the intended action.

A huge rock came roaring towards them.

"Boom!" The fallen angel was knocked to the ground immediately.

He struggled to get up, but then a big hand grabbed his ankle.

Cassandra grabbed the fallen angel's ankle, quickly pulled him up, and then threw him to the ground.

"Boom!" A human-shaped pit was immediately smashed into the ground, and soil and rocks flew everywhere.

"Boom boom boom!" Cassandra kept repeating this action, swinging the fallen angel left and right, throwing it repeatedly onto the ground, occasionally spinning it a few times in her hands, and soon smashed the nearby stone ground into pieces.

I have to say that the fallen angel was indeed tough. Even after enduring so many heavy blows, he still didn't die. He just rolled his eyes as if on the verge of fainting, and his body twitched.

But if this continues, it is only a matter of time before he is killed or even broken into pieces.

So the fallen angel made a prompt decision, his body split apart, and a large amount of black blood gushed out.

As the black blood gushed out, his wings that were severely damaged by the Demon-Breaking Arrow healed instantly, and the curse of weakness was lifted, but the price was that his body shrank a lot.

Then he gave a mighty flap of his wings, and, freeing himself from Kassandra's grasp, he fled, and Kassandra gave chase.

Just at this moment, bursts of noisy sounds came from a distance.

The fallen angel looked over and saw that a large group of excited soldiers had appeared out of nowhere and were heading towards the castle, shouting slogans such as "For Moza" that he deeply disliked.

He immediately flew towards the group of soldiers.

This was, of course, Yuris's army.

They passed through the underground loophole and easily entered the impregnable Prestor Castle, and were excited about the victory that was so close.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew over, and before they could react, countless sharp black feathers shot out into the sky, like hundreds of thousands of random arrows.

"Devil, it's a devil!"

"Ah—help me!"

The fallen angel specifically targeted low-ranking soldiers for slaughter. All the soldiers he killed turned into dry bones, as if their flesh and blood, and possibly their souls, had been sucked away.

As the massacre continued, the fallen angels gradually grew in size.

There were so many low-level soldiers that after a while, his body size returned to normal and continued to grow.

Of course, there are strong people in Yuris's army.

But the fallen angels would never fight them head-on. Instead, they used the advantage of flying to be flexible and maneuverable, focusing on slaughtering low-level soldiers to strengthen their own strength.

Before long, the army was riddled with corpses, but they managed to maintain their discipline and try to resist.

The fallen angel noticed that this army was under the command of a blond man with a mustache, so he acted decisively when he found the opportunity and rushed forward.

"Crack!" A sharp sound was heard as a black shadow swiftly passed by. The mustachioed man's head was twisted off with his bare hands, and blood gushed out. "Lord Yu... Yuris!" The soldiers all showed expressions of horror.

The dying Yuris was in despair and extreme fear.

He saw the fallen angel hold up his head, revealing a hideous smile, and open his mouth to drink the blood gushing from his broken neck.

At this moment, looking down at the dark angel drinking the blood from his skull, Viscount Yuris finally understood the meaning of "looking down on the son of an angel"!

Immediately, darkness completely engulfed the victor who had been so gloating not long ago...

Just as the fallen angel expected, with the tragic death of their leader, the army's morale instantly dropped to zero, their will to resist collapsed, and everyone pushed and shoved to escape.

There is no doubt that this state is more conducive to his killing spree.

But what happened next was beyond his expectations.

Just after Yuris was killed, without a moment's wait, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the fallen angel.

The figure was a shriveled old man with thinning hair and a tuft of beard on his chin. He was wearing a dirty and torn ochre linen robe. He was unkempt and looked like a beggar.

The moment he saw the beggar, the fallen angel's expression turned extremely ugly.

Of course, this look only lasted for about a second before disappearing.

The fallen angel glanced at Yuris's head, which had turned into a skull and was thrown to the ground. He looked away and sneered, "It seems you've been here for a long time, and you've just been waiting for me to kill this guy."

The beggar remained silent. A ball of holy light slowly shone from his hand, and a stern expression appeared on his face. "Rosier, this is not a plane you should be venturing into."

"You're right. A plane so burnt out that it's borderline isn't worthy of my descending upon it," the fallen angel said leisurely. "Anyway, Fabian's Named One, I did you a favor. Maybe next time it will be your turn to do me a favor."

Fabian snorted coldly: "I won't help a demon!"

Rosier's Avatar: "That's hard to say. You mortals always have such a narrow vision."

Before he finished speaking, large cracks appeared on his body.

Fabian's expression changed and he was about to do something.

But he was still a step too slow. Rosier's incarnation's body fell apart in an instant, shattering into endless black blood that flowed in all directions with a momentum comparable to a small flood.

"Just a small greeting gift." Rosier's voice dissipated in the wind.

Fabian quickly chanted the spell, and holy light shone all over his body.

All the black blood that was illuminated by the holy light turned into white smoke and dissipated.

Despite this, a lot of black blood spread and polluted large areas of land in the city.

Of course, for Gao Jianuo, Rossier's move can indeed be regarded as a gift.

A moment ago, Gao Jianuo, who was lying on the ground, only felt someone beside him whispering a few spells, and the five-ring weakness curse on his body was lifted.

He got up from the ground, but didn't see any figures nearby. He only saw chaos in the distance and couldn't help but frown in confusion.

Then his attention was drawn to the black blood on the ground.

The blood of fallen angels!
Gao Jianuo quickly took out a bottle and ran over to collect the blood. Just as he finished collecting the blood on the ground, the black blood torrent created by Rossier rushed in again, allowing him to fill dozens of bottles of fallen angel blood, large and small.

(End of this chapter)