Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 288: D101. Song of Darkness

At the Central Volcano, accompanied by earth-shattering rumblings, rolling crimson magma shot into the sky, transforming into seven massive chains like dragon serpents, carrying a searing might, trying to bind the spot where those scarlet Phoenix Eyes hovered.

A sharp phoenix cry resounded, echoing between heaven and earth with extreme impatience.

With this cry, the enormous pitch-black mushroom cloud enveloping the sky suddenly churned as if transforming into the stomach of a giant beast. Inside the magic cloud, electric lights crisscrossed, and these continuous bright lights tore through the darkness like lightning, while the seven chains shattered one after another, turning into a rain of magma extinguished in the pitch-black magic cloud.

Magma continued to surge unendingly but could no longer reach the sky. The volcano seemed to lose its power, gradually calming down, unable to pose any threat to the prisoner that escaped its cage. Its roars and unwillingness were silenced, ultimately swallowed by the pitch-black toxic cloud, the once blazing light disappearing into endless darkness.

In the thunderous flapping of wings, the poisonous cloud like a liquid began to slowly press down towards the earth, enveloping the remaining Forbidden Melt Peak Mountain Range, while even the Forbidden Melt Mountain, which could withstand magma, started to soften under this toxic cloud’s erosion. The rock, as firm as steel, degraded into soft mud, with subtle signs of transforming into bizarre magic creatures.

In the field of vision, only the overwhelming toxic cloud remained, pressing forward inexorably like a fortress and settlement-crushing force. In the face of this vast darkness, every Soldier, every Adventurer, felt an innate sense of smallness and powerlessness, as if standing on the brink of an irresistible apocalypse.

"The sealing... has been destroyed."

Among the retreating army, three Female Adventurers looked back at this scene, the fear in their hearts swelling like a tidal wave, with the Shadow Assassin uttering a moan like a murmured sleep talk.

"Quickly escape! If we don’t go now, it will be too late!" The Arcane Marksman called out to her companions in panic but her feet felt as if they had taken root, trembling and unable to move.

The chaotic chant that just echoed by her ears had nearly obliterated her will, almost turning her into a monster devoid of humanity. At this moment, even the act of fleeing felt cumbersome.

In the face of absolute despair, the weak weren’t even granted death but could only kneel in trembling, cursing their own birth, then falling into depravity, becoming distorted monsters in fear.

"Damn it... did our ancestors survive fighting against something like this?" She slapped her thigh hard, trying to use pain to regain her ability to move.

"Escape, but where can we flee to?" The Foreign Soul Messenger offered a wry smile, clenching her fists yet feeling utterly powerless inside.

Her expression carried no despair but was filled with deep helplessness.

"She’s right. No matter what, staying here offers no path to survive. Since the Border Count has dispatched a strong warrior like the Sergeant, it shows he has already foreseen the situation."

The Shadow Assassin spoke with a raspy, parched voice.

"The only thing we can do now is to retreat swiftly, return to the Border City, where there might still be a sliver of vitality."

...But can the Border City withstand this magic creature?

The Sergeant clenched the long blade in his hand.

Amidst the violent explosion, the Bomber’s figure was engulfed in the searing flames. He was well aware the opponent could not have perished so easily, yet he had no strength left to pursue.

Both he and the Count had believed their preparations were perfectly comprehensive—yet reality seemed poised to mock their naivety. A single violent phoenix chirp had nearly decimated half the military force on the Highland and almost turned them into minions of the enemy.

They must buy time for their retreat!

There was no time to hesitate, the Sergeant raised the long blade, the blade’s edge glowing with a sharp, cold gleam, ready to step forward.

But just as he was about to take that step, he suddenly stopped, as though drawn by some unseen force, instinctively lifting his head.

At this moment, the Cruising Bishop, Female Adventurer, Sergeant, and Adventurers, and indeed all life on the Highland yet to fall into depravity, prepared to flee, unanimously halted, their gazes focused in a single direction, looking up towards the sky obscured by the pitch-black toxic cloud.

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In the next moment, at the horizon where there was no light, a pure and soft pink-purple light quietly emerged.

The color was as peculiar as the sky before dawn, neither akin to the golden hue of sunrise nor the blue of the firmament, refracting a splendid pink-purple glow in the thin and nebulous gloom.

The unique dawn, like a blooming starflower, captured everyone’s gaze, standing against those scarlet Phoenix Eyes from afar.

As if resonating with this unique radiance, the clouds driven to the sky’s edge began to stir, as if receiving some invisible command, accompanied by cold, clear snake cries, mingled with wind and snow rolling back, colliding with the oppressive pitch-black toxic cloud, splitting the entire world into black and white.

Within the misty clouds, a gigantic White Snake slowly protruded its head, its jade-white scales glinting in the snowstorm, the icy-blue snake eyes calm and sharp, staring directly at the center of the black cloud.

And on the head of the White Snake, a pink-purple star figure coalesced into a humanoid form, standing tall atop the giant serpent, confronting those scarlet Phoenix Eyes from a distance.

Pink-purple within white, scarlet within black.

"Lord Holy Snake!?"

"Oh my, she succeeded!"

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