novel bin Chapter 437 Four Heroes Battle the Demon God: A Desperate Gap
Chapter 437 Four Heroes Battle the Demon God: A Desperate Gap
The sky exploded with a deafening roar!
Sixteen streaks of light collided violently with eight dark figures.
The brilliance of magic intertwined with demonic energy, and each collision unleashed a devastating energy storm.
Ryze, the Elemental Walker, forms hand seals, casting various shields and support spells on his comrades who are acting as meat shields in front of him.
Then, dozens of clusters of holy light appeared out of thin air and bombarded the opponent.
"snort!"
The Demon Lord snorted coldly and dodged away.
A half-orc roared and charged forward, his spiked club smashing down on the Demon Lord with the force of Mount Tai.
Without turning his head, the Demon Lord swept his long sword backhand.
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The orc was sent flying, club and all, blood gushing from his mouth.
"roar!!"
The Demon Lord roared excitedly, still handling the two opponents with ease.
Such battles are common in the high sky.
Although various forbidden spells have a wide range and great power, they are not advantageous in one-on-one combat.
Terra's seventh-tier powerhouses were being suppressed.
On the other side, the Dragon King was powerful, but his size made him less agile, and even with the help of a mage, he could only slightly suppress his opponent.
……
The real focus of the battlefield is at a higher elevation.
Queen Alari clenched her fists loosely, and the surrounding space hummed.
Countless metallic elements converged, transforming into a rain of swords that pierced the air with a piercing sound.
"go!"
She pushed forward.
Thousands of metal swords, like a torrent of steel, shot towards Orion.
Pope Gregory VII raised his scepter, his aged voice resounding through the heavens.
"God says, heretics shall be judged!"
A beam of holy light, even more dazzling than the sun, descended from the sky, like a divine sword slashing down.
Muradin's muscles bulged as he let out a deafening roar.
"Take this!"
The legendary battle axe in his hand flew out, rapidly growing larger until it transformed into a gigantic, burning phantom of a battle axe, spinning as it hurtled toward Orion.
Warwick, the Beastmaster, had bloodshot eyes and entered a berserk state.
He shot out like a cannonball, his weapon slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
The four strongest warriors on the continent of Terra joined forces for a single attack.
Its sheer scale was enough to level a mountain range.
However, Orionus simply floated there silently.
A thin, dark gold shield appeared around his body.
Ding ding ding!
The torrent of steel crashed against the shield with a crisp sound, then fell limply to the ground.
boom!!!
The Holy Light Sword and the Burning Battle Axe slammed into the shield almost simultaneously.
The shield only rippled slightly.
Warwick, protected by multiple shields, followed up with his attack, slamming into the shields.
stab-
A screeching sound rang out, but it still failed to break through the defenses.
All the attacks vanished without a trace.
Orion was unharmed.
He raised his eyelids, his dark golden pupils filled with mockery.
A wave of mental intent emanated from it.
"Is that all you've got?"
"There's been no progress compared to a hundred years ago!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Orionus vanished into thin air.
Queen Ellari's pupils contracted sharply.
"Be careful!"
She had barely finished speaking.
Orlins had already appeared before Warwick like a ghost.
too fast!
It's so fast you can't even react!
The eighth-order demon god has a speed of up to two thousand meters per second, while the seventh-order demon god is only supersonic, within one thousand meters per second.
Even the strongest pope's speed is only slightly over a thousand meters per second.
Warwick felt a chill of death envelop him, and he didn't even have time to make any defensive movements.
Orlins remained expressionless and simply threw a punch.
Click! Click! Click!
The multiple layers of holy light shield erected by the Pope shattered like fragile glass before this punch.
Warwick's pupils contracted sharply.
The fist landed without hindrance on Warwick's strong chest.
Bang! ! !
A dull, loud bang.
Warwick's chest was visibly dented.
His eyes bulged out, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was like a meteorite that had been struck and hurtled rapidly toward the ground.
One strike!
Just one punch!
The beast king of the half-orc race, a seventh-tier battle lord known for his formidable physical defense, was instantly and severely injured, his fate unknown!
"Warwick!!!"
Muradin's eyes widened in fury as he roared and summoned back his battle axe.
Queen Ellari turned pale and immediately manipulated the metal elements, transforming them into a giant net in an attempt to catch the falling Warwick.
The Pope's face turned ashen, and his scepter shone even brighter as he prepared to cast a healing spell.
"You dare to be distracted in front of me?"
Orinus's cold voice rang out.
He flashed again, appearing behind Muradin who was in front, and kicked out.
Muradin felt the fierce wind behind him and quickly turned around to block it with his battle axe.
when!
The immense force struck him, and Muradin felt as if he had been struck by an ancient behemoth.
His arm instantly lost sensation, and the battle axe flew out of his hand.
He was kicked so hard that he tumbled through the air for hundreds of meters before finally regaining his balance and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Orlins didn't even glance at him, turned around, and threw another punch at Queen Ellari.
Queen Elari hurriedly conjured a heavy metal shield in front of her.
boom!
The giant shield shattered into pieces.
Queen Ellari groaned and used the impact to retreat rapidly, creating distance. A sickly flush appeared on her beautiful face.
The Pope had just cast his healing spell on Warwick when a dark figure was already right in front of him.
"Old man, your light is too much of an eyesore."
Orinus unleashed a punch, the tip of which was wreathed in demonic energy.
The Pope's pupils contracted, and he darted away.
It's true that an elemental body can ignore all physical attacks.
However, the opponent can also concentrate their mental energy into their attack to unleash mixed damage!
The elemental body is also a manifestation of spiritual power, and can be injured because of it!
Ding!
The fist slammed into the shield, shattering it one after another.
The Pope shuddered violently and flew backward, almost losing his grip on his scepter.
He exclaimed in surprise:
"You're stronger than before!"
Just a single breath.
Of the four leaders of Terra, three withdrew and one fell.
Speed, strength, defense...
A complete and utter crushing defeat!
This is an eighth-tier demon god!
An insurmountable chasm, a despairing gap!
……
Inside the command center, everyone held their breath.
They all stared intently at the demon-like figure on the main screen.
"Quickly, replay the footage, slow it down tenfold!" Long Zhan ordered.
Lin Mo stood there, his body tense, without saying a word.
Fine beads of cold sweat had already formed on Zhao Gang's forehead.
Scattered throughout the Great Xia territory, among the vast armies and the Holy Human Army, Kyle clenched his fists, nervously watching the sky.
On the other side, Thorin, standing in front of the dwarf legion, had bloodshot eyes and was breathing heavily.
"king……"
A dwarf spoke in a trembling voice, his face filled with disbelief.
Elder Wood Whisper of the Elf race turned pale.
However, the battle in the sky continued.
Orionus hovered in the air, looking down at the four disheveled people as if they were four ants.
He didn't give chase, seemingly enjoying the fear and despair of his prey before it died.
Long Zhan's voice broke the silence in the command center.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth as he gave the order:
"All plasma cannons! Electromagnetic cannons!"
"Recalibrate! Lock onto the Demon God Orionus!"
"Send word to the four from each tribe, telling them to take cover!"
However, such an attack only serves to alleviate the opponent's offensive.
Given the current situation of the opponent, whether they can even aim accurately is unknown, let alone hit the target.
Zhao Gang said urgently:
"We need to think of something else; they can't hold out much longer like this!"
Is that the only option left?