Chapter 1176
Amidst agonizing and hopeless screams, pairs of demonic horns sprouted from the foreheads of these orcs, and devilish tails emerged from beneath them.
Their backs ruptured, muscles torn, and blood-soaked, shredded wings unfurled behind them...
In just four or five seconds, over a hundred crazed demons—each seven or eight meters tall—had appeared...
The abrupt transformation instantly caused devastating losses among the Golden Orcs. Many rushed to save their companions, but no one expected that, in the very next second, their unsuspecting allies would become demons—twisting off their heads and tearing their bodies to pieces...
In less than ten seconds, over a hundred Golden Orc elites lay dead, but in their midst, the same number of demonic creatures had appeared.
The melee erupted. Gorsposi's eyes turned blood-red as he let out a low growl; his body instantly swelled to half again its size, and his battle aura flared wildly.
Enraged, Gorsposi shot into the sky, his body trailing afterimages, and in a flash appeared above the Abyssal Demon King. Giant swords of pale gold battle aura rained down like a storm.
But the Abyssal Demon King sneered, swinging his double-headed halberd to deflect every assault.
Suddenly, Gorsposi vanished midair and reappeared behind the Abyssal Demon King, slamming his greatsword viciously into the demon's back.
A wound seven or eight meters long split open, and scalding magma erupted from it like a fountain. Gorsposi's greatsword billowed black smoke, twisting and warping; within two or three seconds, half the blade had melted away, the rest reduced to a heap of mangled scrap...
The Abyssal Demon King roared in fury, his dark green eyes glaring at Gorsposi. Two beams shot out, striking Gorsposi's body instantly.
Yet Gorsposi showed no physical wounds; even the battle aura armor on his body was completely intact. But his face suddenly turned deathly pale, and the light in his eyes began to fade.
Gorsposi hung in midair, howling in agony, the radiance in his eyes flickering and fading, his pupils dilating and contracting...
A translucent figure slowly emerged from within Gorsposi's body, a dark green, semi-transparent tentacle stretching into the Abyssal Demon King's head.
"Ah, the soul of a transcendent being... such a pure, exquisite soul, not a trace of that detestable sulfur—it's brimming with the fragrance of life.
I've fallen in love with this world. I will bring destruction to it, harvest its souls..."
The Abyssal Demon King laughed wildly, eyes closed, nearly drooling, the tentacle from his head stretched taut, desperate to wrench Gorsposi's soul out of his body.
Once struck by his Soul Severance Curse, even the living would have their souls forcibly torn from their bodies.
This is the Abyssal Demon King's signature hunting technique.
With half his soul already torn from his body, Gorsposi's howls and struggles were all but useless.
Once the soul is halfway out, his strength is reduced by more than half—his transcendent powers rendered useless, leaving him to struggle in vain.
Gorsposi stared at the tormented souls writhing inside the Abyssal Demon King's belly, his face a mask of despair and unwillingness. But there was nothing he could do.
All his subordinates were locked in a chaotic melee with those crazed demonic creatures. No one could come to his aid—no one even had the power to help...
"Hey, bastard! Over here!"
Just as the Abyssal Demon King was preparing his utensils for a proper meal, a greeting-like voice echoed in his ear.
Instantly, the Abyssal Demon King froze, the pool of magma atop his head bubbling like boiling water.
'Bastard'—the one word the Abyssal Demon King loathed most. Any creature daring to utter it would be torn to pieces in his rage, their souls swallowed and tormented for thousands of years.
"No matter who you are, you fool, you'll pay a price of utter despair for your words. Endless fear and pain will haunt you beyond the end of your life."
The Abyssal Demon King hadn't even turned his head before he let out a furious roar, the magma atop his head boiling violently, as if ready to explode at any moment.
With half his soul already torn from his body, Gorsposi managed to turn his head with great effort—only to see Leon floating quietly in the distance, a faint look of interest on his face.
But after watching for a while, Gorsposi saw only Leon, and the fleeting hope of survival in his eyes vanished, replaced by deeper despair.
It's over. Completely over. And the only one left is Matthew Merlin...
His strength was formidable, but without transcendent power, even a Title Archmage's battle prowess meant nothing against the Abyssal Demon King.
Without transcendent power, ordinary spells can't resist the Abyssal Demon King's soul scourge. His soul would surely be torn out too—he might even die before me...
Damn it, that guy's still smiling! Shit, doesn't he realize the demon in front of us is one of the Ten Golden Demon Bloodlines? His strength is leagues above any ordinary Sky Rank demon.
Gorsposi burned with anxiety, his body and half-extracted soul thrashing wildly.
"Lord Merlin, leave here at once! Quickly—go find someone else! That's the Abyssal Demon King, one of the Ten Golden Demon Bloodlines! Get out of here and seek another Sky Rank powerhouse..."
Gorsposi shouted desperately, but before he could finish, the spectral tentacle embedded in his body twitched, and he screamed as his soul was pulled further out...
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Flames blazed in the Abyssal Demon King's eyes, and the magma pool atop his head burst with bubbles. Three spectral tentacles instantly spanned hundreds of meters, lashing out at Leon from three directions.
Seeing this, Gorsposi closed his eyes in utter despair.
It's over. Completely over. We're all going to die here. No—worse than death, our souls will never return to the embrace of the earth, but suffer for millennia inside that filthy bastard's belly...
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Three dull thuds rang out, followed by the Abyssal Demon King's furious, frenzied roar...
Gorsposi opened his eyes to see Leon still floating, completely unharmed. Below him, a faint illusion of an ancient scale appeared, each pan holding a magical artifact, while behind him, a massive violet dragon spirit cradled a wheel in its claws.
A semi-transparent, spherical shield enveloped Leon, its surface covered with countless Law Sigils.
The Abyssal Demon King's three transparent tentacles slowed dramatically as they entered a ten-meter radius around Leon, as if stuck in a mire.
It took three or four seconds for the tentacles to reach Leon's Law Sigil Shield, but instead of piercing it as expected, the moment they touched, the dense Law Sigils began spinning wildly.
Countless Law Sigils formed a wall of iron, resolutely blocking the tentacles outside.
Gorsposi was utterly baffled, unable to understand why the Abyssal Demon King's tentacles couldn't penetrate Leon's defenses.
But the next moment, realization dawned on him.
The two magical artifacts on the ancient scale's pans erupted with the aura unique to transcendent relics—flames and storms, mingling with dense transcendent power, forming a massive pillar dozens of meters thick that crashed down from the sky toward the Abyssal Demon King.
Rumble...
It was like rolling thunder, or a mighty torrent pouring from the sky. Anderson's Elemental Storm and Saedus's summoned firestorms combined to form a true storm of destruction.
The massive storm crashed down on the Abyssal Demon King's back, forcing his enormous, bloated body to stagger. The transparent tentacles extending from his head snapped one after another.
The tentacles binding the souls of the Golden Beastmen broke, and the translucent soul forms tumbled to the ground, vanishing from sight.
Seizing the opportunity, Gorsposi broke free from the Abyssal Demon King's grasp.
His soul returned to his body, and Gorsposi collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. A faint white glow shimmered around him—a sign that his soul was still shaken and hadn't fully recovered.
He couldn't use transcendent power for a while. Struggling to his feet, Gorsposi stared blankly at the battle nearby, his eyes dull, his face unable to hide his shock.
Leon summoned the illusion of the scale, forcibly boosting the Arcane Wheel's power to the level of a transcendent artifact. Then, with Anderson and Saedus controlling the two transcendent relics, each rivaled a true Sky Rank powerhouse.
With the scale's blessing and protection, and the shield of transcendent power, Leon had no fear of the Abyssal Demon King's Soul Severance Curse, nor of the transparent tentacles pulling out his soul.
A raging storm crashed down from above, pinning the Abyssal Demon King's body to the ground. The earth beneath him seemed to collapse, with countless fragments spreading outward in the shockwave.
The Abyssal Demon King roared furiously, trying to swing his double-headed halberd, but was held down by flames and storms. Every time the abyssal magic gathered, it was shredded by the storm and burned to nothing by the flames.