Chapter 691: Chapter 295: Weilu City’s Unshakable Iron Army, Misfortune Appears

Lear gazed at the crimson clouds forming in the void.

"Just you?"

His tone was indifferent.

"If you weren’t hiding in the Abyss... do you think you are worthy of wielding authority now?"

Kalanis could forcibly seize the Authority of Tyranny when she was still mortal. Now, with her power increased to the Extraordinary level and 40% of the authority under her control, as long as the Tyrant Monarch doesn’t show up, it’s just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Aiming for the face, the Tyrant Monarch could feel the stinging pain.

He never imagined that he, an Abyssal Evil God who lived for millions of years... would one day be looked down upon by a human who accidentally touched authority.

And he couldn’t refute it, because that was the truth!

Damn it, is the truth a sharp blade?!

He snorted coldly and stopped talking, beginning to frantically tear the twisted space of the Original Plane.

As long as he kills this bastard, he would be safe and sound. What nonsense about seizing authority doesn’t exist!

He’s backed by the Master of Dark Crows, the one who almost became the Creator God!

At this moment, a beam of black and red light tore through the void from the west of the Long Thorn Mountain Range. The light landed, transforming into a blooming black and red flower.

Standing across the void.

Black and red aura spread around.

Above the sky, the blood cloud churned fiercely, and a shocked voice rang out.

"Goddess of Misfortune?!"

Instantly feeling uneasy, why is this deity here?!

The black and red Flower of Misfortune silently turned into a glimmer, condensing into a veiled face, revealing only the eyes of the Goddess of Misfortune’s avatar.

After scanning the surroundings with her deep eyes, she spoke calmly: "That bald old crow still wants to touch Father’s power?"

"Truly foolish."

From within the blood mist, the Tyrant Monarch’s voice resounded with uncertainty.

"Goddess of Misfortune, I have no quarrel with you, nor do I wish to become your enemy... this human, who has meddled with the Authority of the Swamp, is my target today..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Goddess of Misfortune slowly interrupted.

"That’s your business... The Long Thorn Mountain Range is under my protection."

"Now, you may leave."

The Tyrant Monarch paused for a moment, and suddenly became irritated.

Why does another powerful person show up half-way?!

But, damn it, can he retreat now?

If he doesn’t kill this bastard, he’s dead!!

In the Abyss, without power, what’s the difference from a worm?

Thinking of this makes his heart race; even if you are the Goddess of Misfortune, so what?

Could you possibly suppress the Master of Dark Crows?!

"Sorry, Goddess of Misfortune... I am here under the deity’s command of the Master of Dark Crows, to clear this human’s territory."

As his words ended, the blood-red clouds covering the sky twisted, and the torn void around became more exaggerated.

Inside, the Tyrant Demons surged like a tide.

"This city will become a sacrifice for the Abyss, and not just you, no one can save him!"

As he finished speaking, the demons pouring out of the spatial rift became more frenzied, their attack like a storm.

Seeing this, the Goddess of Misfortune’s eyes showed a hint of coldness.

"It seems that the old crow promised you quite a lot of benefits."

She raised her right hand lightly, and a Flower of Misfortune blossomed in her palm. Black and red energy spread, enveloping the battlefield.

Demons touched by the energy suddenly slowed down, as if plagued by misfortune, with attacks frequently missing.

At the same time, Lear sensed a unique aura coming from the temple. Requesting support.

Upon confirmation, the void above the moss-covered temple twisted.

Ten Doomsday Angels emerged, wielding black scythes, rushing towards the demon army ahead.

These ultimate soldiers unleashed terrifying attacks immediately, their scythes whirling, black and red energy roaring forth, shattering the void.

The Level 15 Tyrant Demon in front shattered into a blood mist.

Each strike cleared a vast area!

Along with the Wetland Angels, they instantly stabilized a defense line.

Seeing this, Lear’s mind moved slightly.

The next moment, the majestic Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King galloped from the rear, landing directly behind him.

Lear controlled the attached Dark Night Hunter to agilely flip onto it, and with a soft neigh, the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King raced towards the temple.

On the way, several Tyrant Demons charged forward trying to obstruct, but with a lift of its horns, a terrifying energy beam burst forth, shattering their bodies.

A few gallops brought them to the front of the temple.

Without hesitation, Lear deployed the 400,000 Power of Faith accumulated over these days from ancient human believers into the temple.

In the next moment, moss above the temple began to consolidate, slowly forging a Wetland Angel.

After four rounds, he recruited another five ultimate soldiers.

They immediately joined the battlefield.

Meanwhile, a series of intense footsteps approached.

Lear turned and looked, seeing an ascending vine elevator swiftly climbing from underground, emerging as fierce Cold-blooded Cavalry.

This pathway connects to a buried underground, connecting to the Gate of Space in the swamp.

The ground reinforcements of Weilu City have finally arrived!

The army stationed at Katana, with two brigades each of Cold-blooded Cavalry and Dark Night Hunters.

There were also over five thousand ancient Treant warriors he had found earlier.

Ordinarily, this would be more than sufficient.

But the Tyrant Monarch has abandoned virtue and is ready to forcibly erase Katana, so this army seems somewhat thin.

The Cold-blooded Cavalry charged forward in succession, clashing directly with the Tyrant Demons.

The Dark Night Hunters swiftly caught up from the back, joining the assembly.

With a large army joining in, plus the increase in ultimate soldiers, the previously battered defense line became steady once more.

Even though the demon legion of the Tyrant Monarch continued to pour out ceaselessly, the situation remained under control by the army of Weilu City.