HPDBC Chapter 1676 - 922: Upheaval on the Battlefield (Part 2)
Chapter 1676 - 922: Upheaval on the Battlefield (Part 2)
The initial advantage seized by the undead through their surprise attack was slowly being eroded by the Balrog Flame Demons.Lis could see that Rodrick, the Flame Demon Commander, stood out on the battlefield.
His figure was taller than other Balrog Flame Demons, and the flames around him burned more fiercely and intensely, like a blazing sun.
At this moment, he was locked in mortal combat with a Fear Knight.
The Fear Knight rode a tall skeletal warhorse, and wielded a long sword emitting an evil aura, each slash carrying a cutting wind sound.
Yet Rodrick showed no fear, he withstood the attacks of the Fear Knight, and seized the moment to swing his Flaming Giant Axe fiercely, knocking the Fear Knight off his horse.
Immediately after, he strode forward, stamping his foot on the chest of the Fear Knight.
The giant axe in his hand was raised high, then fell heavily, slicing off the head of the Fear Knight.
He then arrogantly stomped on the Fear Knight’s head and let out an earth-shattering roar filled with endless madness and contempt for his enemy.
At the same time, more figures of Abyss Demons and Balrog Flame Demons emerged not far away.
They rushed over from a distance, their footsteps and roars intertwining, like the prelude of a counterattack being played.
The arrival of these reinforcements boosted the morale of the Balrog Flame Demons, who fought more bravely against the undead.
This was as expected, for the Desolate Flame Plain had long sensed anomalies at the border.
The Balrog Flame Demon unit Lis was with was just the face of the operation, while the Legendary Fire Demon Dominic must have other preparations.
Lis had not hurried to reveal himself; he remained quietly hidden in the shadows.
He understood that although the Balrog Flame Demons currently held some advantage, the undead army was numerous and included several powerful entities, with the battle having the potential to reverse at any moment.
Moreover, he had just undergone a severe injury, suffering significant mental trauma, and needed time to recover slowly.
He quietly observed the battlefield situation, anticipating future events.
He had been crafting weapons and equipment for the Balrog Flame Demons for some time, receiving plenty of benefits from them.
However, those soul coins were of no direct use to Lis.
He used them to purchase intelligence from Vivian.
Lis gained a lot of information about the surrounding Abyss Planes from Vivian.
Of course, what Lis bought most was intelligence related to [Desolate Flame Plain] and [Nether Breath Domain].
The last clash between the Legendary Fire Demon Dominic and the Legendary Lich Garrison always seemed a bit off to Lis.
Lis felt that even though Garrison lost the territory he had painfully acquired in the last confrontation, he shouldn’t have received too severe an injury.
Furthermore, Garrison likely wouldn’t let it slide.
Recently, Vivian informed Lis that there seemed to be some change in [Nether Breath Domain].
However, the Vivian Tavern only sensed some minor disturbance without knowing exactly what had happened.
This was also the reason Lis had come to the battlefield voluntarily.
The clash between two Abyss Lords represented a rare opportunity for Lis at the moment.
From Timothy’s legacy, Lis had learned many things, needing such opportunities for validation.
When Rodrick initially informed him to come over, Lis could have easily refused.
After all, Lis now held quite an exceptional status among the Balrog Flame Demons.
Rodrick wouldn’t force Lis into doing anything.
However, Lis sensed that mingling with the Balrog Flame Demons offered more opportunities, so he agreed outright.
Hidden in the shadows, Lis quietly waited.
Lis wouldn’t believe that the liches and Fear Knights before him represented all of Garrison’s trump cards.
After all, the confrontation before him was likely just the appetizer; the main course was yet to come.
And just as Lis anticipated, new changes soon ensued.
In the battlefield of demons and undead vehemently clashing, the original layer of indistinct Undead Mist suddenly thickened without warning.
The mist felt seized by an invisible yet immensely powerful giant hand, causing the originally sparse fog to quickly condense and churn, becoming as inky black as viscous ink, bottomless to the eye.
This dense Undead Mist carried a biting chill and a potent aura of death, freezing the air wherever it touched, causing temperatures to plummet sharply.
It opened like a massive and evil maw, seemingly ready to consume every bit of light on the battlefield.
Simultaneously, all undead appeared suddenly manipulated by some mysterious and evil force, plunging into a frenzy.
The originally sluggish skeleton warriors with vacant stares now had eerie red lights flashing in their eyes, hurling themselves relentlessly at the nearby Abyss Demons, unsteady yet unwavering in their approach.
They reached out with their skeletal hands, clutching the demons’ bodies like they intended to merge their souls with the demons.
Garbed in ragged armor, the zombies whose decayed carcasses exuded a nauseating stench, burst with astounding strength at that moment.
They dragged their heavy bodies, stepping closer to the demons, one step at a time.
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