Chapter 1348 - 890: Crushing Force (Part 2)

Chapter 1348: Chapter 890: Crushing Force (Part 2)

At the bottom of the pit, apart from a few wisps of purple-black smoke, bearing marks of space tears, there was nothing else.

The legendary Void creature—the "Crystal Carver"—had been annihilated!

Not even a trace of residue was left.

The radiance of the Order Pyramid hovering high in the air seemed to flicker slightly in response to this earth-shattering strike.

The battlefield fell into a brief deathly silence; everyone was shocked by this apocalyptic scene.

At the edge of the deep pit, the phantom of the Thunder Giant slowly dissipated, revealing Lurik’s true form.

He leaned on a hammer filled with cracks, its thunderous light dimmed; this hammer, which had accompanied him for so long, seemed unable to withstand his Power any longer.

The three-hammer expression of ultimate thunder had already pushed the hammer to its limits.

He knelt on one knee, his chest wound still bleeding, dark golden blood dripping down the hammer handle, yet his posture was still firm and upright.

He could feel the Rule Power of bleeding had dissipated, his physical qualities repairing the damage to his body, with only the power of the Void’s essence remaining.

This meant the other party was already dead.

He suddenly lifted his head, his blood-stained beard bristling, and with all his strength, roared words infused with thunderous Fighting Qi that echoed across the Iron Broken Cliff battlefield:

"Void Legend—DEFEATED!!!"

"The rift is severed—REINFORCEMENTS IMPOSSIBLE!!!"

"Night Watcher—ALL TROOPS—ATTACK—!!!"

This voice was like lighting the most powerful powder keg.

Lurik’s performance just now was more inspiring than any speech.

Everyone’s morale soared again, now reaching its peak, with all rushing forward in a Charge.

"Roar—!"

"Kill them all!"

"For Lord Lurik! For the Night Watcher! For the Expedition Army!"

"For my fields!"

The warriors, who had long been suffocated for half a year, their chests filled with anger and a desire for revenge, went slightly mad after seeing the fall of the Void Legend and hearing their general’s inspiring roar.

All hesitation, all fear vanished into thin air.

"Damn purple-skinned glass shards! For me—shatter!"

Behind the battlements, the Beastman Daniel looked like he was possessed; he was no longer satisfied with precise kills but swung his weathered two-handed War Axe into a frenzied whirlwind.

Each Chop carried half a year’s pent-up rage, the axe blade slicing through the wind with a sharp sound, smashing into the skull of a "Bone-Melting Pangolin" trying to climb with crystalline Sharp Claw below.

Crack! Squish!

Hardened crystal clusters shattered on impact, sending pieces of broken shell and brain matter mixed with purple-black viscous liquid flying, splattering Daniel’s head and face.

He carelessly wiped his face, flicking away the blood and grime, revealing a fierce grin: "Awesome! Again! Lea, give those grouped up crispy ones on the right something big!"

The battlefield was filled with shouts, only audible to those nearby.

Not far away, Elf Mage Lea maintained a face as calm as ice, but her green eyes burned with the flames of vengeance.

Her slender fingers quickly traced on the runed Magic Staff, forcing, compressing the wild Fire Element in the air.

It was no longer scattered fireballs, but a condensed, blazing white "Solar Ray" piercing with a tangible intensity.

Szz—Boom!

The ray, like a red-hot knife through butter, precisely pierced through three crystal-clustered insects huddled under the city wall, trying to melt the seams with corrosive acid.

The high temperature instantly melted and vaporized their crystalline shells, causing their viscous interiors to boil and expand fiercely, triggering a chain explosion.

Purple flames and foul black smoke erupted in a sheet, tearing apart several nearby Void Claw Beasts in the blast wave.

"Area cleared! Move in!"

Lea’s clear call remained distinct in the echo of the explosion, carrying a cold killing intent.

"Hey! Big guy, stop just chopping! Watch your step!"

Half-Elf Fercheck, like a short, shadowy ghost, nimbly wove through the shadows of the battlements and toppled siege machines.

His target wasn’t the large monsters but the small, agile Void Creatures trying to spray poison darts or release psychic interference waves from shadowy dead angles.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Purple-neurotoxin-coated alloy throwing knives accurately pinned the "Rift Stalker," which resembled a giant centipede, in its compound eye and joint connection points under the siege engine wreck.

The monster let out a high-pitched screech, its body convulsing and paralyzed, when a nearby Night Watcher Crossbowman seized the opportunity, firing an armor-piercing Crossbow Arrow as thick as a child’s arm through its skull.

"Thanks, shortie!"

The Crossbowman shouted, quickly reloading, aiming for the next target.

"You’re the short one! I’m just agile!" Fercheck snapped back, his voice already disappearing into another shadow.

And the Crossbowman just shrugged, continuing to fight.

On the main battlefield below the walls, the Light Guardian heavy Knight Order among the Night Watchers charged forward like a red-hot branding iron, piercing into the disordered and chaotic Void beast horde.

"For the world! For the Night Watchers! Crush them!!!"

The commander of the charging group, a Human Knight clad entirely in dark-golden rune plate armor, roared over the neighs of battle horses and the clash of weapons.

His Lance emitted scorching Holy Light Fighting Qi, with each thrust precisely detonating a Void Claw Beast’s Energy Core, the purple shards and foul blood sizzled into vapor under the Holy Light.

Following closely on the heavy cavalry’s flanks was the phalanx of Night Watcher infantry advancing like a forest.

"Shield up! Forward!"

"Spearmen! Thrust!"