Chapter 204 : Chapter 204
Chapter 204. The Eight Great Clans Make Their Move, and Demigods Appear
At the center of the battlefield, the collision of energy suddenly escalated, almost tearing space apart.
Although the Tree of Life Leaf in Pandora’s hand had already dimmed, it had restored the auras of the Radiant Sun powerhouses to their peak. Golden Dou Qi surged like a torrent, washing over the formation of the Northern Continent orcs and forcing the werewolf shaman to retreat again and again.
At that moment, the Holy Light Bishop suddenly took out a carved sacred bottle from his robes. The instant he pulled out the stopper, dazzling golden light surged out like a living creature and flowed along his fingertips into the bodies of every Holy Light Domain-Level Powerhouse present.
The knights, whose auras had originally withered, instantly straightened their backs. Pale-gold radiance seeped out from beneath their damaged armor, and even the broken Holy Swords in their palms trembled faintly. Their Combat Power had actually been forcefully raised by thirty percent.
“The Holy Light is eternal!”
The Bishop roared, and a six-winged phantom appeared around him. Clearly, what had been sealed inside the sacred bottle was the residual Divine Power of some ancient saint.
On the other side, Mog did not remain idle either. He raised a dark-purple skull high above his head and began chanting under his breath.
Amid the eerie incantation, black mist seeped out from the cracks on the skull’s surface. Dozens of multicolored human figures leaped out from the gaps in the bone, and upon closer inspection, they were all twisted soul forms.
They shrieked as they pounced toward the Blackgold powerhouses. The instant they entered their bodies, bloodthirsty red light appeared in those people’s eyes.
Strands of strange, colorful light mixed into their dark-purple Dou Qi. Their speed and strength increased several times over, and they forcefully withstood the charge of the Radiant Sun Knights.
“It is the ‘Ten Thousand Souls Bone.’”
Daenerys’s voice carried a chill.
“The Blackgold Empire truly dares to use forbidden witchcraft. Once these souls suffer Backlash, they themselves will be devoured as well!”
Seeing this, the leader of the Western Continent orcs suddenly blew the bone whistle around his neck.
The magic cannons on the Gnome Airship roared once more. This time, what they fired was not energy beams, but hundreds of arrowheads burning with green fire.
After landing, they exploded into clouds of poisonous mist. Whether they were from the Holy Light, Blackgold, or Radiant Sun side, anyone who touched the poisonous mist began rotting all over and fell while screaming.
“Ruthless enough.”
William tightened his grip on his sword hilt. The battlefield had completely turned into a contest of trump cards.
The divine power of the sacred bottle, the Ten Thousand Souls Bone, the Tree of Life Leaf, the Gnome Poison Arrows… every side was overdrawing its strength without regard for the cost, all for the chance to seize advancement to Demigod.
Fenlilan’s expression was as grave as iron. The scattered divinity he had collected grew restless inside the Crystal Bottle, clearly disturbed by this violent energy.
“We cannot stay here any longer.” He spoke in a low voice and brought his knight sword heavily down against the ground. “Dragon Mother, we withdraw!”
The Red-Gold Dragon was the first to roar and charge out from behind the fractured rocks. More than ten streams of Dragon Breath interwove into a net of fire, temporarily forcing back the Radiant Sun Knights.
The people of the Kroll Kingdom began to retreat.
Yet no one noticed that deep within the clouds high above, that invisible gaze was becoming increasingly cold, as though it was waiting for the perfect moment to harvest everything.
Pandora caught a glimpse of Fenlilan leading his people away with the divinity they had gathered. A cold smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, but the longsword in her hand did not stop for even a moment. Golden Dou Qi split apart the werewolf charging toward her.
“You want to pick up benefits?”
She snorted coldly.
“After I deal with this pack of Western Continent savages, it will not be too late to pay the Kroll Kingdom a ‘visit.’”
The Bishop and Mog were thinking the same thing. The divinity on each of them was the key right now. The scattered Divine Power picked up by the Kroll Kingdom was nothing more than scraps.
Once the victor was decided, with the power they commanded, would they still have to fear that the Kroll Kingdom would dare not offer everything up with both hands?
The three sides shared the same unspoken understanding, and their attacks became even fiercer, as though they wanted to vent all their contempt for the Kroll Kingdom on the Northern Continent orcs.
At the same time, thousands of miles away, the Orc Kingdom was undergoing a bloody upheaval.
The armies of the Eight Great Clans surged across the border like an undercurrent, charging into the Royal Capital without the slightest warning.
When the orcs’ battle axes split open the gates of the royal palace, the old king was still feasting. He had never imagined that the Eight Great Clans of the Orc Alliance, who shared the same bloodline, would suddenly turn their blades against him.
“The royal family has been rotten for too long!”
The leader of the Warsong Clan roared as he smashed the Throne, his sharp claws tearing open the guards who tried to resist.
“What the orcs need is expansion, not sitting in this broken palace and waiting to die.”
After three days and three nights of slaughter, the bloodline of the orc royal family was completely severed.
The Eight Great Clans divided the Royal Capital’s power among themselves. The Frostwolf Clan took control of the army, Warsong controlled intelligence, Blackstone guarded the borders… With thunderous methods, they purged dissidents, redrew the territories of the Orc Kingdom, and replaced the banners with an eight-clawed totem.
Even more terrifying was that the ports along the coastline suddenly became busy.
Massive orc warships docked one after another. An endless stream of orc warriors poured down from the ships, carrying the biting killing intent of the Northern Continent with them as they rapidly filled the occupied zones.
They not only wanted to secure the Orc Kingdom’s territory; they also wanted to extend their fangs toward the surrounding lands. The mountains of the Dwarf Kingdom became their first target.
“The dwarves’ iron mines must belong to us. The dwarves’ Mineral Veins can let us recover for now, and we can create a ‘new’ Orc Alliance.”
A Frostwolf Clan general stood on the cliffs at the border, gazing at the fortress of the Dwarf Kingdom in the distance. The giant axe in his hand flashed coldly beneath the sunlight.
“In three days, launch the general assault.”
When the news reached the Dwarf Royal Capital, even the sounds of hammers in the Armory Workshops carried panic. The old king struck the stone table, sparks clinging to his beard.
“These orcs are utter beasts. Five hundred years ago, our ancestors took them in, and now they turn around and want to swallow us?”
He grabbed the ancestral warhammer.
“Gather every blacksmith. Even if we have to blow up the Mining Tunnels, we cannot give them anything!”
But the expansion of the Eight Great Clans was unstoppable.
The orc warriors were fearless in the face of death. With the Magic Crystal Cannons they had brought from the Northern Continent, the stone walls of the dwarf fortresses collapsed amid thunderous blasts, and screams rose one after another from the mine passages.
In only half a month, all of the eastern mining areas of the Dwarf Kingdom had fallen. Orc war banners were planted on the dwarves’ furnaces, and thick smoke billowed upward, as though announcing the arrival of a new age of plunder.
Yet the combatants in Zu’Aman City knew nothing of all this. They were still slaughtering one another for that mass of divinity, unaware that the map in the distance had already been reshaped in blood.
William watched as his side successfully retreated to a safe zone. His heart held both relief and a trace of helplessness.
The disregard shown by the four forces was like an invisible slap across the face, but it had also allowed them to preserve their strength.
Fenlilan looked at the firelight in the distance.
“Keep waiting.”
He weighed the Crystal Bottle in his hand, now filled with scattered divinity. His voice carried certainty.
“The divinity on the leaders of the Three Great Empires is the true foundation. When they fight to the end, they will inevitably reveal an opening.”
Everyone hid behind the fractured rocks and endured another three or four days.
The explosions on the battlefield never stopped. The auras of Domain-Level Powerhouses went out one after another like candles in the wind.
It was not until dawn on the fifth day that an earth-shaking boom tore across the sky.
The Gnome Airship high above exploded without warning. Burning wreckage trailed black smoke as it crashed to the ground, stirring up dust that filled the sky.
The werewolf leader suddenly raised his head, his face ashen.
Amid the smoke and dust, a figure slowly descended while treading on air. His white robes fluttered, and the Demigod Pressure lingering around him plunged the entire battlefield into deathly silence in an instant.
“An interesting performance, but I have no patience left.”
The man’s voice was calm, yet it carried unquestionable pressure.
“Hand over the divinity, and I will spare your lives.”
The four forces stopped fighting at the same time and looked at the Demigod who had suddenly appeared, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
At that moment, several powerful auras emerged from different directions.
The Pope of the Holy Light Empire, the Dark Crow Demigod of the Blackgold Empire, the Old Prince of the Radiant Sun Empire, and even behind the Western Continent orcs, a Demigod Shaman draped in beast hide appeared.
“Miller? You actually dare come to the Ninth Continent?”
The Pope recognized the man in white, his tone filled with both shock and fury.
The Demigod called Miller sneered.
“Does the divinity of the Ninth Continent only allow you people to touch it?”
The beast-hide shaman stared at the other Demigods, his hoarse voice filled with vigilance.
“What about the rules? Have you all forgotten the rule that Demigods must not interfere in lower-level battlefields?”
The Radiant Sun Old Prince leaned on a dragon-headed cane, his gaze sweeping over the Demigods present.
“Rules? When someone wants to monopolize the divinity, rules are meant to be broken.”
He looked at Miller.
“As for you, a Demigod from the Eighth Continent, since when did you dare come to the Ninth Continent to run wild?”
The Blackgold Dark Crow Demigod let out a strange cackle, and the eyes beneath his black robe flickered with greed.
“Who cares where he came from? Whoever breaks the rules dies.”
In an instant, the auras of five Demigods collided in midair. The invisible pressure nearly suffocated the Domain-Level Powerhouses below.
Only then did they understand that the previous melee had merely been the prelude. The true contest had only just begun from the moment the Demigods appeared.
Fenlilan pulled William behind him and said in a low voice, “Withdraw. Do not even think about picking up scraps anymore.”