Chapter 1207
Kros was the first to launch his attack. His golden combat qi, blazing like fire, surged forth as a tidal wave of golden flames.
Three towering pitch-black demons, each over a hundred meters tall, were instantly torn to shreds, exploding with a boom into a sky full of black ash. They lost even the ability to reconstitute themselves as abyssal power.
The tsunami of combat qi, burning with golden flames, surged forward for dozens of meters before gradually dissipating. Aside from that initial burst, the remaining force struck the bodies of the pitch-black demons like waves crashing against a reef—utterly unable to break through their defenses.
As for the spells or combat qi slashes cast by the other mages and beastfolk Sky Rank warriors, when they landed on these pitch-black demons, it was like ordinary flames scorching a surface of black demon iron—only producing a series of clinks and clangs, unable to break through at all.
Leon frowned slightly as he looked at these pitch-black demons, seeming to have thought of something. He spoke to Crompton in the common Andalusia dialect.
"Lord Crompton, prolonged area-wide Holy Light—we don’t need to worry about that monster. We just need to cut off its source of power. This is our only chance."
Crompton was momentarily stunned, and so were the others. After all, mages never used local dialects for communication—such languages offered no benefit to magic.
Normally, mages communicated in the common tongue handed down from the Third Dynasty, the language most often used for casting low-level or standard spells.
Ancient Elvish, Old Draconic, Netheric, and Divine-Demon languages themselves hold immense power. When mages discuss magic, they nearly always use these languages, as their descriptions of magic are least likely to introduce errors. Translating into a lesser language inevitably distorts the original meaning.
Crompton paused, then quickly realized Leon didn’t want that deranged demon to understand. Any language with magical power, when spoken aloud, inevitably stirs magical energy—even if the fluctuation is negligible, the meaning still gets across.
That deranged demon, being an ancient Divine-Demon soul, would absolutely understand.
Unfortunately, unless a Divine-Demon with mastery over mind and soul is present, the ordinary dialect of Andalusia Kingdom is unlikely to be understood by other Divine-Demons.
Once he understood, Crompton’s mind raced. Though he didn’t fully grasp the plan, he still followed Leon’s instructions.
Crompton charged to the front, his pair of milky-white wings unfurled behind him. The sky seemed torn open, pouring endless Holy Light down. The gentle radiance bathed the pitch-black demons, like strong acid splashed onto their bodies.
The demons’ skin was corroded, leaving mottled marks as if their flesh had been burned away, exposing the blackened bodies beneath.
But for these demons, such injuries were negligible. Instead, the searing pain from the Holy Light only drove them into greater frenzy.
Hundreds of demon lords, brimming with power, charged in madly. Their auras seemed even stronger than Delrovana herself—or at least, that’s how it looked to everyone.
"Damn it, Matthew Merlin, what did you say to Crompton? Crompton, are you out of your mind? You attacked all the demons at once and drove these brainless monsters completely insane.
That’s hundreds of demon lords, for heaven’s sake! You really have lost it. We’re going to die for nothing..."
Kros was terrified, his cry of alarm nearly bursting out of his throat...
The others clearly hadn't figured out the cause either, but Leon was already unleashing his full power.
Anderson controlled the Arcane Wheel—a massive, dozens-of-meters-tall spectral disc, layer upon layer of concentric circles. Now, those countless circles began spinning at different speeds.
Each position triggered a different spell; as the frenzied casting began, the surface of the Arcane Wheel was shrouded in intense elemental power.
In an instant, wild elemental power erupted, transforming into a spiraling elemental storm that swept outward—a torrent hundreds of meters wide surging into the ranks of the crazed Black Demon Lord army...
But the expected, utterly ineffective result didn't occur. Three Black Demon Lords were caught in the elemental storm, and in a heartbeat, their bodies—like fragile black porcelain—were effortlessly shredded to pieces.
The storm surged onward, tearing apart six more Black Demon Lords before its power finally ran dry...
Meanwhile, on the other side, Theo wielded the Spellbook of Ages. A towering gate of flame, dozens of meters tall, slowly opened. A torrent of fire roared forth, crashing into three Black Demon Lords with ferocious force.
Flames snaked into the Black Demon Lords through the corroded cracks on their bodies. Within seconds, endless fire burst from them, reducing their forms to ash as the blaze pressed on...
Leon himself—right hand gripping the Dragon Staff, left hand holding the radiant Death Tome—conjured a three-meter-wide rune bomb.
The rune bomb spun madly as it shot forth, like a drill boring into a Black Demon's chest—sparks flew, and the demon's torso twisted and shattered as if steel meeting a diamond bit, blasted open with a gaping hole.
At the front of the Black Demon Lord's chest was a two-meter-wide cavity, but its back was blown out into a hole dozens of meters across.
The spinning bomb radiated blinding light, piercing through two more Black Demon Lords. The wounded demon let out a furious roar, then its body crumbled like a pile of sand, scattering into countless fragments.
When the spinning rune bomb bored into the third demon, it lost its momentum and exploded with a thunderous blast...
In a flash, that Black Demon Lord's body vanished without a trace...
A sphere pulsing with destructive power rapidly expanded, swelling to over three hundred meters before suddenly dissipating...
As the sphere of annihilation faded, the three Black Demon Lords trapped inside were gone—erased from existence...
In just three seconds, eighteen Black Demon Lords—each a demon overlord—were wiped out forever!
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Morgan nearly forgot he was fighting for his life; his jaw hung open, drool dripping down unnoticed.