Chapter 224: Talia Forces the Glory of the Demon Race to Ret
le of Holy Wars, published by the Imperial Royal Magical Academy Press, authored by Sido Alandel, recounts the war that swept across the North and South continents a century ago, as well as the rise a...Chapter 225: Talia Forced to Restore the Glory of the Demon Race
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"What are you afraid of Don't you remember what they're capable of!"
Kuse shouted to his wary companions at his side.
In just two days, the gap in hard power is simply impossible to make up for with momentum.
No matter how strange the opponent looks, just face them head-on like you did the two times before yesterday.
Hearing this, the fighters of the Arloran Royal Academy also quickly perked up, exchanging determined glances with each other.
Who is stronger and who is weaker, at a glance!
At the same time, deafening thunder roared, a release of fury from the sky that shook us to our core.
The sound of thunder mingled with the roar of the arena, the shouts of the crowd and the clash of metal.
The battle suddenly broke out!
A special forces unit member of the Demon King's army charged towards the nearest fighter, brandishing a heavy sword and swinging it directly at the opponent's neck.
"!!"
The fighter reacted quickly, flipping his body with a swift roll and dodging the fatal blow, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
He immediately retaliated, throwing a punch that sent a gust of wind swirling.
But the opponent's heavy armor seemed to absorb most of the damage.
However.
What's weird is that even though he was hit, he just stood there, staring at him sideways, like he didn't feel a thing.
That form, beneath the dark armor, seemed even more massive. The curve of his mouth beneath those crimson eyes twitched upwards, and he raised his heavy sword once more, intending to cleave him in two.
The feeling was intensely off. The Avalorian fighter hastily flipped backward to create some distance.
"Tsk, you got lucky this time."
Icthe's gladiator, bearing a heavy sword, sneered and said.
The clashes of the other fighters were also similar. Iktherite's five men, whether injured or in pain, showed no reaction, but every move was aimed at taking their opponent's life. They either beheaded them, cut off their waists, or tried to smash their heads into mush with their broadswords.
This has made the fighters on Yalan's side a little hesitant to engage them head-on, and they are all backing away to prepare for a more tactical battle.
"You bunch of cowards, what are you afraid of!"
With only six attendants, Kuseis was undeterred. She charged forward fearlessly, her anger even fiercer as she berated her companions who had begun to avoid combat. There was even a sense that she was single-handedly challenging the five opponents.
The remaining Aran fighters, thinking of the disparity in strength between the two sides, gritted their teeth and suppressed the uneasiness in their hearts, charging up again.
They were enhanced with reinforced steel bones and regenerative abilities, so even if they took a direct hit from heavy weaponry, they wouldn't die. They just looked scary!
Every swing of the serrated broadsword and the great axe carried devastating power, each blow ringing out with a heart-stopping metallic clang.
Fighters rely on their speed and agility to counterattack, trying to find the enemy's weaknesses.
I don't know if they weren't hitting hard enough, or if the other party really didn't feel pain, but no matter how much they hit, it seemed like they couldn't inflict any real damage on these few people in Icerte!
On the contrary, every time they were struck by an ax, the agonizing pain and dizziness of being skinned and boned made them feel like dancing with death.
The audience was awestruck by this thrilling scene.
Is this really a fighting match
How does it feel like one side really wants to kill the other
It's obvious to anyone that the fighters from the Alolan Kingdom have a clear strength advantage.
But the battle was one-sided, with the fighters on Arloran's side being slaughtered like lambs by Erebos' demon army.
The scene became extremely bloody, they aimed for their opponent's throats from the beginning, wanting to devour them.
If it must be described, it would be like a group of elites who have not yet left the campus encountering veteran demon army.
Besides the strongest sixth-rank fighter Kuise, who could single-handedly defeat five opponents, the other four were injured with horrifying wounds and their eyes filled with fear.
A few people on this side of Ikareth should have been seriously hurt, yet they were acting like nothing had happened. Their black, impassable bodies seemed as if they wouldn't even shake before death!
"Just like a baby."
"You lowly swine, why were we ever defeated by you"
"Thank you, Principal Ranch, for giving us a second chance. This is the true fighting spirit we've always been striving for..."
Raindrops falling on the warriors vaporize upon their bodies, warmed by their temperature and the heat of battle. But this is not the passion of combat; it is the frenzy of a killing spree after returning from hell.
It's hard to imagine what they went through these past two days.
Gradually, the slaughter troops on Ikrete's side began to gain the upper hand. Their heavy swords and giant axes struck with each blow as if they were trying to smash a large hole in the ground. Even though Kuse led the fighters in a valiant counterattack, facing this life-for-life fighting style, they grew increasingly strained.
Only Ku Se became more and more fierce in battle, while the fighters beside him were one by one struck by the heavy sword and giant axe, being sent flying several meters.
The atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly brutal.
Every attack by the Demon Army's special extermination unit seemed to be carried out with the intention of destroying everything, rapidly escalating into a siege of Kuise.
"This..."
Noah's brain short-circuited as he gaped at the battleground.
He just felt that something was very off about how Lan Chi coached his fighters!
Do you call this friendly academic exchange
"The Demon Army has once again gained the upper hand! With their frenzy and pain suppression, their strength is truly overwhelming."
The excited voice of analyst Lu Wei's commentary echoed throughout the arena.
"Ahem, this is the representative team from Ictere Academy."
Another interpreter beside her quickly corrected him.
"Oh, right. Actually, from the side view, it could also be that Coach Lance's tactics are very good, but with these five executioners of the Demon Army, how do you let the opponent's fighters play"
"This is the Ikelite Academy representative team."
"Um."
Louvilier seems to roll off the tongue.
Every time he mentioned the Iktherites, he would hesitate for a long time before being able to utter their proper name.
"Magic... Magic..."
"Ektēre."
"Yeah, the Icterean team, these guys... you know what I mean."
The students and crowd in the audience, who initially thought the art style was a bit eerie, were now cheering wildly as the fight raged on with plenty of dramatic flair.
Amidst the bustling crowd.
Now, it was Talya who tightly gripped Huberlian's hand, having reversed the situation from when she had been held captive by him.
She buried her head, afraid that anyone around her might notice her acquaintance with Lanci or the resemblance between herself and the beloved poet.
"Huperlian, shall we head home now"
Talya lowered her voice and suggested.
"Tata, are you feeling unwell"
Huperlian felt that Talia's palms were a little cold.
"I..."
Talya didn't know how to explain.
Huixian now didn't know that she was Huixian's aunt, nor did she know that she was a demon.
Even the students around her were cheering for the Demon Army with glee.
This eerie place made her feel like every minute and second was torture.
She was a law-abiding citizen, and she wasn't planning the Demon King's army revival, nor did she instigate Lance to do these things...
(The End)
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