Chapter 1175
Leon floated into the sky with a dark expression, ignoring his subordinates. Sure enough, as soon as he drifted a little farther away, all three of Anderson’s faces broke into exaggerated laughter.
This was one of the Golden Demon Race from the depths—descendants of the Abyssal Demon King’s bloodline, rumored to be born from some wicked, repulsive hell-creature and an Abyssal demon.
Later, they became one of the Ten Golden Demon Races, the Abyssal Demon King Bloodline, known as devils of the Abyss. They’re naturally immune to fire magic, their blood runs molten, and they’re innate masters of flame and abyssal spells.
Back when the apocalypse descended upon the Northend World, everyone was studying it—the process of world destruction, what would happen and when, it was all crystal clear.
Some powerful mages even destroyed several minor realms just to observe the data and process of an apocalypse, hoping to stop the end of Northend World.
Opposite him, a thousand Golden Orcs glared at the Abyssal Demon King, most of them wounded. The strongest, Gorsposi, was half-kneeling with a two-meter golden greatsword, his back a bloody mess and half his body scorched by magma.
Frowning, Leon turned and shouted down to the ground.
Strictly speaking, that Rune Explosive was just an elemental spell, empowered by the Death Tome, the Violet Drake Avatar, and the Equilibrium Codex.
The army surged forward in the direction Leon pointed. Since the Blazeforge Realm’s catastrophe began, orcs and humans hadn’t fought each other anymore.
Gorsposi’s eyes blazed with fire, his skin burning with battle aura. Watching his fellow orcs’ souls devoured, their agony in the Abyssal Demon King’s belly nearly made his battle aura explode with rage...