Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 706 - The Demons would Fall!

Dozens of Skeleton Warriors rose from the ground and fell from the sky, charging at Duke Focalor with massive axes and greatswords. Despite their relentless assault, Focalor easily deflected each blow with calculated precision.

"What are you aiming for, wasting resources on these weak skeletons?" Focalor said casually.

Galactron responded with a faint smirk, his messy hair falling over one of his eyes. He appeared entirely unaffected by the demon’s provocation.

A colossal skeletal giant wielding a greathammer swung down with devastating force, but Focalor blocked the strike with little effort. Above, a skeletal dragon loomed, spewing a torrent of flame toward him. Focalor darted to the side, narrowly evading the attack, only to be met with a relentless barrage of arrows striking him from another direction. He raised his arm to block the projectiles but was forced onto the defensive.

Snarling, Focalor suddenly surged toward Galactron.

"Enough with your toys, kid!" he growled. But just as he was about to reach him, a pickaxe slammed into Focalor’s side, sending him skidding off course.

Broken had struck from the flank with perfect timing.

"Damn you!" Focalor roared, pivoting midair to lunge at Broken. Yet before he could close the distance, a massive ice sword hurtled toward him, forcing him to veer away.

"Don’t toy with me!" Focalor growled, shattering the ice sword with a single swipe.

But the barrage of arrows continued, peppering his body with precision strikes.

Another fiery breath from the skeletal dragon rained down on him from above, and as Focalor tried to recover, Broken darted in again, landing strike after strike.

"You piece of trash, Focalor. Level 400, and you can’t even kill a kid necromancer with half your level? Hah!" Galactron sneered.

"Maybe you should check if your brain forgot to level up too!" he spat, hovering low before retreating a few steps back through the air.

Broken and Frostedge turned to the boy, stunned. What the hell?! When fighting them earlier, Galactron hadn’t made any provocations like this. But against this Named Demon, he was acting completely different. Why?

Focalor gritted his teeth, attempting to focus on Broken, only to be frozen in place by an ice shield conjured to lock him down.

He turned with a snarl, trying to lunge at Frostedge, but the ground beneath him erupted. Five massive vines burst forth, coiling around him and pulling him back.

"Damn it!" Focalor roared in frustration, summoning a surge of dark energy to shatter the vines in a single, explosive move.

The resistance they were mounting was far beyond what anyone would have expected, especially after witnessing how effortlessly Focalor had overpowered Broken and the others earlier.

This turnaround was largely due to Zeno’s precision strikes with his arrows, which forced Focalor into a defensive position, leaving him vulnerable to the relentless attacks from Broken, Frostedge, and Galactron.

Yet, even in this tenuous situation, Broken couldn’t shake his uncertainty. Was it the right time to summon the Golden Paragon, or should he hold off? Was delaying the decision a mistake?

No, he needed to ensure they fully understood the extent of Focalor’s capabilities. There was no guarantee the demon was fighting at full strength yet, especially with the knowledge that other Named Demons were still engaged in battle against his allies.

If, however, the other four Named Demons could be defeated first, their chances of victory would significantly improve!

For now, Broken knew they had to focus on finishing those battles before they could fully commit to the final confrontation with Focalor.

King Balam.

King Balam was visibly faltering, his massive form crashing to the ground repeatedly as he struggled to defend himself against the relentless onslaught. Unable to lift his greatsword anymore, he was forced entirely into a defensive stance under the constant pressure from Fokil and Ivana.

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Meanwhile, the unending barrage of magic damage further weakened him, each strike chipping away at his defenses and pushing him closer to defeat.

The demon let out a deafening roar, unleashing torrents of fire in all directions in a desperate attempt to fend off his attackers. But Fokil and Ivana evaded the flames with ease and continued their relentless assault.

Finally, the mighty King Balam collapsed again, his massive body hitting the ground with a thunderous impact. His movements became sluggish, his once-imposing presence reduced to helpless thrashing. With his health plummeting rapidly, it was clear that the demon had no strength left to mount a counterattack.

Countess Murmur.

Paul moved relentlessly, attacking Countess Murmur at close range, giving her no chance to escape. His relentless strikes kept the demoness on the defensive, forcing her to stay grounded in her movements.

Marlene, meanwhile, ensured the demoness remained cornered. She periodically summoned demon beasts to aid in the assault, launching aerial attacks that further limited Murmur’s options.

Booba, riding atop his wyvern, swooped down repeatedly, delivering devastating blows that inflicted critical damage on the demoness.

The tide turned when one of Countess Murmur’s wings was severely torn, her flight becoming unsteady. With her movements hindered, she became an easier target for her airborne foes.

In the skies, where her vulnerability against close-range combat was laid bare, Countess Murmur had finally encountered a fight that exploited her greatest weakness.

Duke Alloces.

Duke Alloces was visibly struggling, overwhelmed by the relentless magic damage raining down on him from every direction. Meanwhile, Skywarden and Optimus appeared to be enjoying themselves, relentlessly delivering physical attacks—not necessarily to harm the demon, but to keep him fully occupied and unable to escape their grasp.

Skywarden hammered his shield repeatedly, using it to block and disrupt any attempts Alloces made to break free of their encirclement. His relentless defense ensured the demon remained trapped between the two frontliners.

From the rear, Goldrich calmly opened a rift in the air behind him. From it emerged a monstrous creature with a gaping maw.

"Abyss Devourer!" Goldrich declared as the beast unleashed a cannon-like blast of energy straight at Duke Alloces, the beam tearing through him.

Marquis Orias.

The Angel Demon had not only lost its angelic status but now its ability to fly as well. Surrounded and relentlessly pressured by close-range physical attackers, it could no longer summon its spectral minions to aid in the fight.

Charmelyn flickered in and out of sight, attacking from different directions with unrelenting speed and precision. Each strike was impossible for the demon to counter or block.

Meanwhile, Kingsley, in his massive bear form, continued to pound the demon with devastating blows, each hit driving it further into submission.

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On the sidelines, SpeedGang stood calmly, casting shields to protect the other two, ensuring they could continue their assault without interruption.

"What a boring battle," SpeedGang said.

They could win this.

Yes, they could absolutely win this!

The signs of a monumental victory were evident in the battlefield’s intensity. The four Named Demons were on the brink of defeat, each of them cornered and struggling under the relentless assaults of the defender and their allies.

All they needed was to focus—to finish off the four Named Demons. Once they were vanquished, the full force of the battlefield could unite to bring down Focalor himself.

The tide was turning. Everyone on the battlefield could feel it—the faint sense of triumph growing stronger with every moment.

The victory they sought was within reach.

Just a little more, and the demons would fall!