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Chapter 239 Taking the Lead

With no worries about the future, Elon activated his magic, and beneath his feet, the earth and rocks suddenly rose up into more than a dozen coiled dragons.

The skeletal golem also slammed its fist down at Elon, the force of which cracked the meteorite iron wall like a spiderweb.

But then, several stone dragons surged out from under the golem's fist, wrapping around its massive arm and climbing ever higher.

Elon then stepped onto the head of one of the stone dragons and charged upwards against the wind and the torrential rain.

"Insect."

With a furious roar, the skeletal golem awakened the thousands of corpses that made up its arms, which rose up one after another from its surface.

They spread their arms and shrieked as they surged toward Elon from all directions, their sheer size comparable to the tide of the dead on the border of the Underworld.

"Ah!"

The cold rain pierced through the frost and mist, drenching his bronze-colored, solid chest, and the old swordsman with his white beard laughed heartily.

Perhaps the desperate situation of being surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood stirred up his distant memories, and in a daze, he seemed to have transformed back into the spirited young knight of those glorious years.

Few of his comrades who fought so hard back then remain today, but the imperial flag that protected him still flies high on the mountain behind him.

Back then, Aslan was in dire straits, barely surviving the orc invasion. Now, if its glory ends at the hands of demons, how can we face our fallen comrades?

"O dragon spirit of the mountains, in the name of the earth, I call you to awaken from the beginning of time and tear apart the enemy ahead."

Elon plunged his sword into the dragon's head beneath him, and a surge of immense magical power flowed into it through the blade.

Originally just a rock sculpture of a dragon's head, its lifelike eyes now burst forth with vibrant golden light.

The light flowed with the wind, the dragon scales unfurled, and ancient, magical patterns of the earth gradually covered its massive body.

"Roar!"

The stone dragon opened its massive maw, and breath formed from molten iron surged forth like a mountain river overflowing its banks, instantly burning away the swarming undead before it.

The giant elephant roared and slammed its left hand down. Elon rode the rock dragon and leaped into the air, merging with the dozen or so coiled dragons that were roaming around it.

He pulled out a thousand-foot-high boulder and pointed it at the giant elephant's chest. Behind him, a coiled dragon descended in response, its claws flashing like meteors as it struck the hard chest.

"Ow—"

The towering, cloud-piercing skeletal elephant could not withstand the force and staggered back half a step. The corpses and spirits gathered on its chest were blasted into the air like a fountain.

The skull Kansas, which was originally protected by layers of armor, now had its ghostly fire in its eyes flickering with astonishment.

"How can this be……!?"

Elon charged down on his dragon, and the spirit-infused rock dragon unleashed a breath that shattered the corpses that were trying to regroup and fill the gap, drawing a straight line from the sky that pierced through the colossal elephant's massive body.

The shattered stone sword precisely pierced the skull's brow, cutting through layers of corpses and emerging from the giant elephant's back.

"Do not……"

Kansas's jaw, impaled on the sword tip, opened and closed slightly, and the ghostly fire in his eyes flickered and contracted in disbelief, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"I've told you before, don't underestimate humans, you bastards."

Elon flicked his sword, extinguishing the ghostly flames in the skull's eyes. The skull split in two, falling from the sky and turning to ashes in the torrential rain and gale.

The corpses of the dead on the city wall also lost their restraints and collapsed in large swathes, like broken puppets.

The colossal elephant collapsed with a deafening roar, its majestic, mountain-like body crashing to its knees against the high wall, its disintegrated limbs scattered across the top of the wall.

In the face of near-desperate circumstances, the death of Kansas signifies that humanity has gained the upper hand.

The Aslan soldiers, who had fought valiantly, erupted in a thunderous roar, their morale soaring.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light flashed in the sky, and a body engulfed in holy flames slid down from the horizon.

Countless dreadlords let out mournful cries in unison. It was none other than the dreadlord Falagos, whose wing had been cut off, and who looked like a charred bat disappearing into the boundless earth.

A series of spatial ripples flashed, and Lancelot, covered in blood, flew out in a panic on his griffin. A thousand meters away on the other side, Kronos staggered in the clouds, clutching his arm which was emitting hissing white smoke.

"No way, this guy is my nemesis."

Kronos lowered his head, the fine sword marks on his hand still lingering with an indelible holy light, his five fingers endlessly damaged by the divine aura, so much so that he couldn't even close them.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his expression was no longer as lazy as it had been at the beginning.

"What the hell? This guy is a monster! Did he start cultivating holy light from the womb?"

Lancelot was even more outrageous, with half of his body covered in blasphemous black patterns, but even with such an anomaly, he couldn't help but be slashed, his armor splattered with turbid blood.

Without a doubt, both of them were referring to Julius, who was pulling the reins and shining with golden light on the other side of the sky.

The young First Sword Saint, his armor still pristine white, his sword blade wreathed in holy light, his azure eyes looking down at the heavily wounded Kronos and Lancelot.

“Things that are defiled and not blessed by the saint have no value in the world.”

Lancelot's eyes widened, a rare hint of fear showing in them.

Three against one, one dead and two crippled, all Saint-level beings—isn't the gap between this Julius and the other Saint-level beings a bit too great?

"This is troublesome. The number one human race... it's truly not an empty title."

Kronos also sighed, "I thought that such a strong person would no longer emerge in this era, but this person really has the characteristics of a mutated individual."

"Stop sighing and complaining, and start thinking about what to do!"

Lancelot saw the figure enveloped in golden light riding a celestial horse rapidly approaching from afar, and felt a toothache.

Why does this precious object still exist in the church after its decline?

If it weren't for the restrictions imposed by the laws, he would have suspected that Julius was about to ascend to mythology.

"As for my method..."

Cronus watched Julius arrive in a blaze of golden light, and a twitch appeared on his lips. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave first."

"Huh??? You fucking..."

Lancelot cursed loudly, but Cronus had already opened a portal and vanished.

He hurriedly pulled on the griffin's reins, trying to catch up, but it was too late.

Julius was already somewhat displeased by letting one go, so naturally there was no way he would leave any chance for the last one.

A burst of light erupted as the holy sword, spanning the sky, slashed out, its crescent-shaped golden sword energy cleaving even the distant mountain peaks in two.

Lancelot hurriedly dodged, but the griffin he was riding, along with one of its arms, was severed in two by the holy sword light.

His eyes were bloodshot as he clutched his severed arm and howled in agony, but then, seeing Julius's indifferent expression, he cried out in terror, "I surrender! Spare me! Don't kill me..."

"bass"

Julius severed the head with a single stroke, and watching the body fall to the sky and gradually turn to ashes, he coldly said, "If you have anything to repent for, go and tell me."

Chapter 240 Afternoon Storm

Both the heavens and the earth saw victories in the battles between the two Saint-level beings.

The Aslans's fighting spirit soared to unprecedented heights, and even Manatos, who had always maintained a solemn expression atop the fortress, couldn't help but smile.

"God bless Aslan, Your Majesty, your help couldn't be more timely."

"Um……"

However, although Ella smiled, there was no joy in her eyes; instead, she stared into the distance, lost in thought.

It would be wonderful if Julius and Elon could live up to expectations, but it's far too early to start celebrating.

The two demon overlords and the Dark Shepherd's favorites, each of whom would have been formidable enemies capable of threatening an entire city in the past, were nothing more than pawns under the gods' command on this final battlefield.

The real troublesome enemy...

Ella's gaze spanned dozens of miles, meeting Elias, who was still sitting leisurely on the back of the giant tortoise.

The petite, silver-haired saintess couldn't help but narrow her crimson eyes.

However, it's always a good thing to be able to delay the upgrade plan a little longer.

……

Behind the demon army, on the back of the Hydra, Samael crossed his arms and snorted coldly in obvious dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean, Ella Havil? She's only eyeing the leader of the Dark Templars and doesn't respect me at all, right?"

"How could that be, Lord Demon God? It must be because you are too powerful that the little saintess dared not meet your gaze!"

Another ghostly skull floated beside Samael, fawningly saying.

After Kansas left, his brother, the Lich Prince Sobet, took over the responsibility of delivering messages to Samael.

However, perhaps because his brother had died, Sobet was now the rightful heir to the throne, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and joy.

As for the grief of losing a loved one, to demand such a moral standard from demons would be rather harsh on their moral standards.

"Shut up, I don't want to hear your flattery."

Samael's face darkened. It was already humiliating enough that her two useless subordinates had been killed so easily, but then there was this idiot next to her who couldn't even flatter her properly. She was truly annoyed from the bottom of her heart.

However, Julius, the first swordsman of the human race, is indeed quite powerful. I initially thought only Ella Hevie could be considered a threat, but now it seems she's not so simple after all.

Samael was thinking when he casually summoned a longsword forged from hell iron. Just as he was about to command the Hydra to step forward, the skull-headed Z spoke up again.

"Oh! Great Demon God, you are but a mere human. Why must you personally intervene!"

"What nonsense are you spouting again? I'm not going there, so why don't you go?"

Samael turned around and glanced at the skeleton with impatience.

"Cough cough... This, Your Majesty the Great Demon God, look at how you wave your arm and the army of hell is numbering in the millions, enough to drown those insignificant humans."

"With your great talent and strategy, you have capable generals under your command to meet the enemy. There is no need for you to personally take to the battlefield."

Samael curled his lip and glanced at the fortress in the distance.

She didn't actually believe Sobet's flattery, but then she suddenly remembered what Ye Xiao had told him to do earlier.

"I've noticed something amiss. If possible, I hope you'll avoid engaging in combat with the humans."

It was just a single sentence, devoid of any human touch or even the slightest hint of longing expressed after a long separation; it was simply a request that couldn't be more straightforward.

Damn it, that jerk, how dare he order me around now?

Samael clenched his fists, but the more he did so, the heavier his steps felt.

You'll be disliked if you insist on taking action.

Ugh! Why worry about anything else at a time like this?!

She was torn between her own feelings and her own thoughts, but in the end, she turned her gaze back to Ella in the distance.

That damn Ella Haviere! It's all her fault for hiding in the back like a coward! If she came out, I would have fought her without hesitation!

"Ok?"

On the city wall, Ella suddenly felt a tickle in her nose and vaguely felt as if someone was cursing her.

She instinctively looked towards the most murderous gaze and saw Samael staring at her with his large, bell-like eyes.

No?

Ella's lovely smile froze.

She wondered if she had done anything wrong, so why had she suddenly attracted so much hatred?

Judging from Samael's appearance, Belier must have properly conveyed his request as Ye Xiaoti. Otherwise, with two of his generals killed, he would have felt he had lost face and would have rushed out to start killing.

If we can keep Samael calm for now, the only troublesome opponent will be Elias.

Ella looked away again, and for some reason, this turn of her head seemed to fuel Samael's anger even more.

Forget it, after we deal with Elias, if Samael still wants to fight, then let him have a match with her.

But that's a story for another time, Ella pondered, looking at the sea creatures.

She discovered something else from Ye Xiao... This Elias gave her a very bad feeling.

……

I finally made it through the morning.

By winning the first battle, Aslan's soldiers' morale could be maintained for a while.