Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1220 - 361_2

"Damn developers!"

"Did you treat the fire elemental giant as a goblin or what?"

"Can’t take it anymore, debuffs all over, a boss every three steps, is it really possible for anyone to get past this crap map?"

"I misjudged Flo. The fact that he managed to hold out for half an hour inside is already impressive. I stepped in and got burned alive in the magma instantly."

In the following days, players continuously attempted to form teams and cross the apocalyptic zone, but most were annihilated within half an hour.

The team that explored the longest came from the Royal Guild’s elite professionals. However, even they lasted only half a day, advancing over twenty kilometers before disappearing into the mist without a trace.

Contrarily, players from the Mechanical God Cult did not set foot inside but continuously purchased recordings of deaths from those who perished in the forbidden area, seemingly gathering experience.

Outside the Bronze Fortress, the Abyssal Legion had already seized control of the sky and the earth, with piles of smoking demon corpses everywhere.

Winged demon types like the Frosthorn Demon and Gesh Demon gathered in the sky, shrouding the blood-red sky of Aphernas, while Giant Bull Demons, Berserker Demons, and Demon Giants rampaged on the ground, rushing to break through the Devil’s defenses.

The devils continued to fiercely counterattack, with Chain Demon Warriors in heavy armor holding the front line. A sturdy force field wall appeared at the frontline with the fluctuation of the Magic Web, causing the demons in front to crash into it headfirst.

Horned Demons and Thorny Demons wielding steel forks leaped into the air, fighting to the death, causing winged demons to plummet from the sky.

Devil Sorcerers clad in robes floated in mid-air, chanting ancient and evil incantations. Countless hellfire fell from the sky, bombarding the demons blocked midway, with black smoke and screams erupting among the demon group.

At that moment, a melodious horn sounded from afar, a cold wind burst across the land, cooling the devils’ red-hot weapons and armor with a sizzle, even forming a layer of frost.

"These hell bastards are nothing, crush them—for the great Angry Lord Koschech!"

The ground trembled, and the devils on the battlefield looked horrified into the distance, where they saw several monolithic Abyss Giant Beasts letting out deep growls, while Demon Frost Giants rode on their backs, brandishing spears and giant hammers, letting out frenzied battle cries.

The leading Frost Giant wore pitch-black heavy armor, wielded a giant hammer, and had a prominent build. His body was covered in glowing cracks, with twisted spikes protruding from elbows and knees, exuding a strong chaotic aura, clearly long corrupted by the Abyss.

He wore a black blindfold, with a ferocious scar on his face, while his only remaining right eye flickered with dark green flame.

Riding a Dragon Beast, the Frost Giant leader turned several low-tier demons into mince, angrily cursing, "Get out of my way! You worthless bunch, unable to breach the hellish bastards’ defenses for so long that you need the great Krum to act himself!"

This "great Krum" was a confidant of Koschech. After the fall of the Giant Pantheon, he followed the Angry Lord into the Abyss, becoming renowned over thousands of years through battles far and wide within the Abyss.

The low-tier demons piled outside the force field wall were terrified, and under the suppression of status and fear of death, they anxiously cleared a wide path.

"Hell’s bastards, you can only tremble under Lord Koschech’s army, eventually meeting your death!"

Krum raised his giant hammer, charging forward. Just before hitting the defensive line, this Demon Frost Giant swung the giant hammer single-handedly, smashing it with all his might onto the force field wall.

In an instant, the space shattered, the giant hammer bringing with it a biting cold wind and a chaotic roar.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion, a shockwave mixed with hail blasted hundreds of demons and devils away. With this strike, the force field wall shattered, disintegrating into countless shimmering magic fragments.

The Devil Officer grimaced, hoarsely roaring, "Quick! Stop that damn Demon Giant!"

"Stop him! We mustn’t let these Abyss bastards disrupt the defenses!"

Krum swung his giant hammer, smashing several approaching Devil Soldiers into pulp. As the chill swept across, they turned into countless icy shards that flew skyward.

The Abyss Giant Beast under the Frost Giant crashed into the formation, instantly crushing a dozen Chain Demons into pancakes.

A dozen Frost Giant cavalry followed closely, swinging warhammers and spears, raising billowing dust and making the cold wind on the wasteland even more biting.

They were like a sharp iron hammer, violently smashing into the Devil Army, creating a huge gap in the previously tightly-guarded defensive line.

Krum swung down his hammer, making the Devil Officer’s head explode like a bursting water bag, spraying blood, as he bathed in the blood, laughing loudly, "The great Krum will smash everything! All of Hell will belong to us Frost Giants, belong to Lord Koschech!"

"Awooo!"

After the force field wall was breached, the demons surged into the defenses like a flood, madly clashing with the devils.

At this moment, the devils on the outer defenses were completely overwhelmed by the patchwork flood of demons, who crazily grabbed and bit at the devils’ bodies, instantly tearing the frontmost dozen Devil Soldiers into pieces.

The demons outnumbered the devils by more than twenty times, each demon like a rabid beast, brutally bloodthirsty, disregarding everything.

Therefore, once dragged into a chaotic battle, no matter how tightly the devils organized or how complete their tactics, it was futile, as they could only watch themselves being devoured by the magic tide, becoming trophies for the frenzied demons.

"We can’t hold them back!"

"Lord Uriel, those demons are about to break through!"

The commander of this defensive line, Deep Prison Demon Refiner Uriel, looked toward the distant magic tide, gritting his teeth, saying, "The twenty-first legion, the twenty-second legion, are beyond saving. Have them buy time so we can retreat."

"Yes, my lord."

Though these two Hell Legions weren’t directly under Uriel, they still had significant battle strength, and it pained him greatly.

But the Deep Prison Demon Refiner moved quickly and abandoned his subordinates without hesitation, taking crucial equipment and organizing his elite troops. It wasn’t long before they retreated into the next line of defense.

The devils left outside were torn apart by the frenzied demons, leaving not a single intact corpse—a choice maximizing interests.

Krum raised his giant hammer high, swinging it in the air, laughing uproariously, "See? They are scared! These cowards from Hell can’t withstand us! Lord Koschech will conquer Aphernas, this land will become a paradise for demons!"

"Long live the Abyss!"

"Praise Lord Koschech!"

The demons had completely overrun the outer defenses, letting out noisy, hoarse roars.

In just moments, they occupied the ground, emitting a cacophony of chaotic, harsh cries.

Yet, in mere moments, they swarmed over the defenses like a black cloud, only to be thwarted by the magma and toxic fumes. They fell from the air like raindrops, splashing into the magma below, leaving only the stench of black smoke hanging in the air.

Those low-level demons thrashed their wings to get across the river from above, but were blocked by the magma and poison smoke. Their pumped-up muscles, with veins bulging, could not withstand the weight of the gravity spell, and they fell like gnats into the magma, leaving only a putrid black smoke.

The Frost Giant cavalry swung their warhammers and spears, creating a massive gap in the once tightly-knit defenses. The demons flooded into the Hell Legion, creating chaos, as they picked, gnawed, and tore at the devils’ bodies with ferocious bloodthirst, heedless of everything else. The demons far outnumbered the devils, twenty to one, each one behaving like a frenzied beast.

Trapped between the force field wall and the press of the demons, the devils met their demise, serving as trophies for the raging demons.

The relentless battle raged on.