Chapter 1041: Sacrificial Battle Song
In a single clash, the Wolf Raiders were forced back. The Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord wore a twisted, mocking smile, striding through magma as he relentlessly pursued the Wolf Raiders.
Behind the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord, a dozen Lesser Demon Overlords raised their arms and roared, thick black smoke billowing from their bodies.
In an instant, the sky was filled with meteors trailing long tails of black smoke, plummeting toward the Wolf Raiders. Massive, dark green fireballs mingled with the meteor shower.
A barrage of Abyssal spells rained down, perfectly synchronized with the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord's charge, utterly suppressing the Wolf Raiders.
Behind the Wolf Raiders, several Orc Shamans raised their bone staffs, magical runes lighting up one after another on their bodies. Vast clouds of fire appeared in the sky, and flaming meteors—each seven or eight meters wide—hurtled toward the Purple-Eyed Demons.
At the rear, an Orc Shaman raised his arms high, chanting an ancient orc war song. A wild, primordial aura spread out, and instantly, every orc seemed to have swallowed a rage potion—their eyes flared red and their presence grew violently intense.
As the Courage Battle Song finished, the Orc Shaman began chanting a second war song. His powerful voice pierced the air like burning flames. The humans at the rear couldn't understand the ancient melody or language, but they could feel the gathering power of fire all around them.
Pale red flames enveloped every orc, yet not a single one was harmed. Instead, they gained remarkable resistance to the spells cast by the Purple-Eyed Demons. Even magma splashing onto their bodies failed to burn them.
At the rear, a strange look flickered in Leon's eyes.
War songs are a unique form of magical empowerment exclusive to orcs. In large-scale battles, whether or not an Orc Priest is present can make the orcs' fighting strength differ by several times.
The Courage Battle Song and Sacrificial Battle Song chanted by this Orc Priest are sung in an ancient intonation—such war songs are exceedingly rare among orc tribes today. Only a few clans with a heritage spanning tens of thousands of years retain their legacy.
The Courage Battle Song boosts every aspect of an orc’s power, making them fearless and able to unleash their full strength. This song is relatively widespread, but the Sacrificial Battle Song—only tribes with at least tens of thousands of years of inheritance might possess it.
Orcs blessed by the Sacrificial Battle Song can ignore the burning pain of fire, walking through flames without feeling a thing. Even rare, high-level flames are mostly negated.
But these orcs are just a small squad—how could they possibly know the Sacrificial Battle Song?
A flicker of doubt passed through Leon’s eyes. Among the orcs of the Blazeforge Realm, not a single tribe is known to possess the Sacrificial Battle Song’s legacy.
While Leon was puzzled, the battle between the orcs and Purple-Eyed Demons erupted in full. Toxic green fire rained down, and vast, corrosive Abyssal meteors blotted out the sky.
Flaming meteors and battle energy slashes tore through the battlefield, plunging the scene into utter chaos.
That Heavenly Rank Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord rampaged through the fray, relying solely on his physical might to withstand all spells. His two massive claws—over thirty meters long—gleamed with metallic light, shredding magic and battle energy alike.
In just three minutes, a Wolf Raider failed to dodge and was struck by the Overlord’s razor-sharp claws—each talon over nine meters long. The blow split the orc’s weapon, body, and even his mount in two, tearing them apart in an instant.
In less than five minutes, five Wolf Raiders were ripped to shreds by the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord.
The orcs were forced to retreat step by step. The Orc Priest’s face turned pale—two powerful war songs had nearly emptied all his strength. Now, he chanted again, bestowing the Headwind Battle Song to all orcs, increasing their speed and agility.
But defeat was inevitable. The dozen Lesser Demon Overlords kept casting spells, while the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord charged into melee—they simply couldn’t hold out.
As the orcs kept falling back, the spells from the Lesser Demon Overlords began to sweep up the humans as well. Meteors trailing black smoke crashed down, mingled with swathes of toxic fire, poisoning the air and turning it deadly.
Toxic fumes from the burning fire spread rapidly; vegetation across several kilometers of canyon wilted and died in moments. Even small animals and insects were poisoned before they could escape—their bodies quickly decayed and rotted.
"We have no choice but to fight. If these orcs are slaughtered by the demons, they won’t spare us either. And we can’t be sure the undead won’t show up here—we need to end this battle as quickly as possible."
Didara turned to the group, making the decision to fight.
No one objected. The situation was so chaotic that everyone was confused—they’d faced the undead tide, then orcs who didn’t fight to the death, and now a Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord with a dozen subordinates.
This string of bizarre encounters had left everyone bewildered; no one could make sense of it anymore.
But now everyone understood—they had no choice but to fight. That damned Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord clearly had no intention of letting them go. Once the orcs were dead, they’d be next. There was no way to defeat the Overlord without losing a few people.
Purple-Eyed Demons are considered nobility among demonkind. Of the seventy-two demon races, their bloodline falls far short of the top ten Golden Royal Clans, but they're still noble, powerful, and ruthlessly bloodthirsty. Even if they encounter weaker members of the Golden Bloodlines, they'll slay them without mercy.
Purple-Eyed Demons are considered nobility among demonkind. Of the seventy-two demon races, their bloodline falls far short of the top ten Golden Royal Clans, but they're still noble, powerful, and ruthlessly bloodthirsty. Even if they encounter weaker members of the Golden Bloodlines, they'll slay them without mercy.
Ever since arriving on this grassland, everyone had been on edge, forced into a desperate flight. Didara didn't need to say a word—everyone was itching for a fight.
Now that their minds were made up, there was no hesitation. Didara charged out first, his body engulfed in swirling orange flames. His Soul-Burning Robe fused with him in an instant, transforming him into a fire elemental with a dragon's head.
The orange flames whirled around Didara, propelling him toward the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord. In a flash, hundreds of orange fireballs appeared at his side, trailing long tails as they sped toward the Overlord.
The Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord let out a savage grin, swinging his claws as if ready to tear through the spells just as before.
But the moment the orange flames touched the Overlord, they exploded. The relentless blasts of fire quickly turned the space before him into a sea of orange flames, each eruption swelling like bubbles, one after another.
The terrifying force of the explosions stacked together in a single second, forcing the Overlord's massive body to retreat three or four hundred meters.
Roaring in rage, the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord's eyes—crescent-shaped and purple—grew larger, finally becoming a full purple moon reflected in his gaze. Malignant energy surged out in a storm.
Didara clashed head-on with the Overlord, and for a moment, neither side gave ground. His explosive power was terrifying—borrowing the strength of magical artifacts, he truly fought at the Heavenly Rank.
Leon glanced at Didara, who held the Overlord at bay alone, marveling at his strength. Without delay, Leon launched an assault against the Lesser Demon Overlords.
With the threat of the Overlord temporarily removed, everyone else joined forces with the orcs to deal with the dozen Lesser Demon Overlords.
Among the Lesser Demon Overlords, the strongest was level thirty-nine, the weakest was level thirty-seven. Facing ninth-rank titled Archmages and Sword Saints, along with dozens of Wolf Raiders above level thirty-five, they were quickly overwhelmed.
Dark Arrows, Quicksand Bindings, Flame Storms, Frost Novas...
A barrage of spells rained down. Under the furious magical onslaught, one Lesser Demon Overlord was torn apart within seconds.
In seven minutes, all the Lesser Demon Overlords were obliterated. Only then did everyone focus their power on besieging the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord.
Didara led the charge. Behind him, mages from the Flowing Sand Tower summoned waves of sand, turning the ground around the Overlord to quicksand, trapping his massive body no matter how he struggled.
Mages from the Shadow Tower cast Shadow Bindings as well. Dozens of giant shadow hands reached out from both sides of the canyon, tightly wrapping around the Overlord.
Sky City's four mages controlled floating fortresses, each over a dozen meters wide, unleashing torrents of elemental magic. From afar, it looked like rivers of raging elements pouring from the fortresses, converging on the Overlord.
The furious magical flood struck the Overlord, making the Abyssal shield on his body fluctuate violently. That thick layer of protection grew thinner and thinner as he roared in anger, unable to break free.
A member of the Odin royal family raised a staff shaped like a miniature dragon lance. When his incantation finished, a golden dragon lance, dozens of meters tall, appeared behind him. In an instant, countless golden lances shot toward the Overlord.
On the Andalusia side, Joy unleashed spells that flowed like a river of stars, Herun conjured dark magic, and the Celestial Sword Saint wielded sword energy from the heavens.
All of it poured down, engulfing the Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord.
But what drew the most attention was Leon and his companions. Leon wielded the Dragon Staff, with a vast, deep wheel floating behind him and eight gigantic elemental vortexes above his head—earth, fire, water, and wind, all swirling together. The eight vortexes formed a ring, shooting out torrents of magic, each over ten meters thick.
These streams of magic merged midair, fusing into a terrifying elemental storm nearly seventy meters wide, crashing down on the Overlord.
Andefa and the Patchwork Alchemical Golem stood together, unleashing elemental storms and torrents of magic as well.