Chapter 1838 - 995: The Flames of War Ignite Again
Elf Forest,
Almost every day, the elves fight against the abyss demons.
After all, abyss demons are constantly emerging from the Endless Abyss.
Although the abyss lords can command these demons, they don’t pay much attention to them.
In any case, countless demons are born in the abyss all the time; losing some doesn’t matter.
Moreover, using these demons to exhaust the elves’ strength and resources is a nice option for the abyss lords.
In the face of this situation, Lis and Adela naturally don’t want to see it happen, but they have no other choice.
After all, there are no alternatives for them.
Even if they abandoned the Elf Forest and retreated, these abyss demons would never be satisfied.
Therefore, before they solve the abyssal corruption on World Tree Yggdrasil, Lis and Adela have no other choice.
But now, they must give those abyss demons a good beating to curb their arrogance.
Otherwise, do these abyss demons really think they can have their way in Gaia World?
After preparing, Lis and his men were not eager to strike first.
After all, they were at a definite disadvantage in previous battles against the demigod demons.
If they attack now, even the dumbest demons would sense something amiss.
The brainless demigod demons were already killed in Lis’s first wave of hunting; the ones alive now at least have independent thinking abilities.
Thus, Lis patiently awaits the arrival of the demigod demons.
Moreover, it’s apparent that these demigod demons do not have any good temperaments.
Originally, as the lords of their respective abyss planes, they were tyrants in their own territories.
They thought that coming to Gaia World would mean delightful slaughter and enjoyment of delicious souls.
However, they encountered Lis shortly after descending into Gaia World.
Yes, most of these demigod demons were hunted by Lis, escaping in disgrace.
So, after gaining a numeric advantage, these demons do not hide their malice towards Lis.
The same scenario has happened many times.
However, Lis didn’t suffer much and has learned quite a bit about these demigod demons through battles.
Lis clearly understands that these demigod demons won’t be able to resist striking first.
After all, the Elf Royal City, Lis, Adela, and others are the biggest obstacles in their eyes.
They must eliminate Lis and others to wreak havoc on the Fanor Continent.
Furthermore, the Endless Abyss Will grants these demigod demons the chance for rebirth, making them less cautious.
This is the best opportunity and also the only one.
If this plan fails, the demigod demons will undoubtedly be more vigilant.
Next time, such a good opportunity won’t exist!
Lis waits in the Elf Royal City, and while waiting, he communicates with Adela and the three demigods from the Church of the Gods about the upcoming arrangements.
At this moment, a deafening roar tears through the distant sky.
This sound is deep and violent, like a roar from the deepest earth, causing the Elf Royal City to tremble slightly.
Lis’s sharp eyes immediately glance towards the direction from which the sound came.
On the southern horizon, the originally serene blue skyline is being rapidly devoured by a surging black tide.
The black tide rolls and rushes, dense and endless; it’s the sight of countless charging abyss demons.
The purified regions begin to emit bursts of black mist as demons pass by, causing plants to wither and blacken instantly, enervated and lifeless.
Meanwhile, the once-clear sky is suddenly swept by thick black clouds.
The clouds spread like ink, and within a few breaths, the entire sky is totally shrouded; the bright sunlight completely blocked, day turning into pitch-black night.
A piercingly cold wind whistles through, carrying a faint scent of sulfur and decay, the unique stench of the abyss.
The elves beside Lis furrow their brows, emitting a faint glow to silently resist the erosion of the abyss breath.
Woo~
The elf watchtower on the city wall sounds the alarm.
As soon as the abyss demons are detected, the entire Elf Royal City instantly lights up with soft yet steadfast silver-white moonlight brilliance.
This moonlight emanates from the strength of the Elf God, pure and holy, flowing gently in every corner of the royal city.
The silver-white moonlight disperses the abyssal miasma swiftly in the air, and the piercing cold gradually fades away.
This brilliance is not only the defensive shield of the Elf Royal City but also the hope within the hearts of the elves, illuminating the face of every elf warrior.
Simultaneously, the elf warriors, already at-the-ready, quickly advance to the battle line outside the royal city.
They are dressed in light armor engraved with elf runes, holding longswords and longbows infused with life and natural magic.
At the front of the battle line, numerous towering ancient war trees slowly awaken, their thick branches breaking through the soil and swiftly stretching out.
A faint green light flickers among the branches and leaves, with gigantic roots deeply embedded in the earth, drawing strength from it.
The elf warriors are orderly arranged between the ancient war trees; the archers pull back their longbows, arrowheads gathering silver-white magic light, swordsmen hold longswords, readying for the charge.