Chapter 483 - 289: The First Battle of the Forbidden Army, Overturning Common Sense_2
"With enemies of only this level, how can we prove our valor to the Holy Dragon Emperor?"
A Forbidden Army soldier standing not far away also complained. He was attacked by a pack of Abyss Evil Dogs, but with just a swing of his battle sword, the pack of evil dogs turned into a pile of minced meat and bones.
"Don’t worry, we’re in the midst of a super-large sacrifice ritual. High-ranking demons are bound to appear. We can take their heads to prove ourselves to His Majesty."
Shu Carlton looked down at the thick layer of flesh and blood swamp on the ground. The demon debris making contact with the ground was gradually dissolving under the unnoticeable weak red light emitted from the ground.
Such is the mindset shared by the Forbidden Army, established less than ten years ago. They are eager to step onto a battlefield high enough in standard or to face strong enemies to prove the Forbidden Army’s value to the Holy Dragon Emperor.
The existence of the Forbidden Army is far more than just an experimental legion using unverified forbidden techniques. They are meant to be the ace elites of the Holy Dragon Emperor in expanding territory and suppressing all dissent. They should be the sharpest spears and swords in the Holy Dragon’s hands.
Thus, the remaining residents of this town, offered up like sacrificial pawns to the Abyss by the aristocracy, could see a group of Golden Giant warriors, appearing from nowhere, clearing the streets.
In an awe-inspiring silence, these Golden Giant Warriors, clad in golden heavy armor and exuding a thick golden light, crushed countless demonic creatures or low-level demons crawling out from the Abyss. They watched indifferently as their flesh was dissolved by the decades-old sacrificial ritual, becoming nourishment strong enough to summon higher-tier demons.
Even when the heroic professionals of the city, including Paladins, warned them, these warriors remained oblivious. They continued their methodical sweep, indifferent to the temporary cross-realm portal formed by the sacrifice of half the town’s residents and numerous low-level demons.
A black vortex stood in the center of the town, casting a blood-red light. Although it couldn’t facilitate the advent of an Abyss Lord’s projection like the semi-permanent Abyss Gate, it was enough to support the descent of a high-rank demon.
Sparkling golden light flickered within the sacrificial domain shrouded in Abyssal power. Though seemingly weak, the light was particularly resilient, eradicating large swathes of blood-red shadows.
This was the scene the Balrog Demon, making a cross-border descent, saw while overlooking the city. From the ruins of the city’s highest point, the demon lord’s mansion, the Balrog Demon let out an angry roar, feeling the death of its servants.