Chapter 619 - 549 Zariel’s Sense of Crisis
A striking scene unfolded on the Blood River Battlefield.
Wielding the Flame Longsword, Zariel engaged in combat with a clone of Dimogorgen.
As the sword’s edge clashed with tentacles, the resultant impact waves were enough to kill all living beings within dozens of kilometers.
Bayer cursed the madmen under his breath and quickly returned to Blood River Fortress to issue new orders, rearranging the troops on the battlefield to support Zariel.
The first priority was to avoid this deadly area, lest the Devil’s forces be caught up in the chaos caused by those two lunatics.
The Demons, however, were less cautious, drawn by Dimogorgen, they surged forward like a tide once more, providing power to Dimogorgen while also serving as cannon fodder to exhaust Zariel’s Magic Power.
With every swing of Zariel’s sword, hundreds of Demons turned to ash, but Dimogorgen’s tentacles and claws left several gashes in her armor as well.
Even when Zariel’s slashed off the limbs of Dimogorgen, they regenerated in less than a second, the only cost being the consumption of some Corpse flesh, which was inexhaustible on this battlefield strewn with Demons and Devil corpses.
Zariel swung the longsword with mechanical precision, slicing through Dimogorgen’s clone over and over, completely ignoring the various wounds that began to appear on her own body.
The Two-headed Baboon not only issued ear-piercing roars but also spewed deadly venom and cast malevolent curses.