novelraw Chapter 377 - 378: Fifty Percent Chance of Victory!
Chapter 377 - 378: Fifty Percent Chance of Victory!
Baelgard.
At the edge of the Demon Domain.
The biting cold wind whipped up black sand and dust, and the air was thick with a pungent stench of sulfur mixed with blood.
Aster Grant, leading every Totem Level combatant he could gather, quietly arrived on this desolate and oppressive land.
The Ghost Race Clan Leader Shade and Qing, after hearing Aster Grant’s interception plan, decided to come along with almost no hesitation.
Summer Gardner of the Angel Race, after this period of tempering, had also successfully advanced to the Totem Level.
At Aster Grant’s invitation, she likewise agreed without the slightest hesitation.
On the Human Race’s side, Zane Drake and Cavan Vero, relying on outstanding Talent and accumulation...
Had already taken the step into the Totem Level ahead of the others.
Thus, after reaching the Totem Level, when they heard Aster Grant’s plan, they too resolutely followed him here.
At this moment.
Zane Drake gazed toward the depths of the Demon Domain at the surging, viscous Demonic Qi, his brows tightly furrowed as he asked Aster Grant in a deep voice:
"Aster, how much confidence do you have in this battle?"
As soon as these words fell, everyone’s gaze focused on Aster Grant.
This time, they were not the protagonists.
One had to know, according to the information, this time there were five Totem Tier Three present.
While they themselves were almost all Totem Tier One.
Therefore, in this ambush against the Demon Clan, the main pressure was all bearing down on Aster Grant’s shoulders.
Aster Grant not only had to pin down all the Totem Third Tier, he also had to restrain all the Totem Tier Two Demon Clan.
This was the true trial.
Hearing Zane Drake’s question, Aster Grant’s gaze fell on his Beastbond companions.
Right now, those who possessed Totem Level combat strength...
Lilith’s strength had recovered to Totem Tier One; with his support, she was the strongest, firmly at Totem Tier Three.
As for Vera and Lazuli, with his full support, their strength barely managed to reach Totem Tier Three.
But Lazuli’s and Vera’s combat power couldn’t be calculated that simply!
As long as, once the battle began, he could raise his own Level...
Their strength would be able to double!
Thus, the key to this battle lay in whether, in the initial phase, they could successfully pin down the Demon Clan’s high-end forces, buying him enough time to raise his Level by killing Demon Clan.
This was his plan as well!
He drew in a deep breath of the icy air, met the expectant gazes of everyone, and spoke slowly:
"Fifty percent."
Hearing this "fifty percent," Zane Drake’s taut expression instead eased a little, and he even secretly let out a breath.
Facing the Demon Clan elites who had practically gone all-in, having a fifty percent chance of victory was already far beyond his initial expectations.
This was a battle wagering the fate of the Human Race; if they could successfully intercept and buy the Human Race a precious breathing space, no matter how great the risk, it would be worth it.
On the level of deciding a Race’s survival, fights below the Totem Level had minimal impact; the true decider of victory or defeat lay in the clash of high-end combat strength.
Setting the main battlefield at the Demon Domain border was undoubtedly a massive gamble, but it was also the most suitable strategy for now.
If they waited until this Demon Clan force reached Human territory, it would inevitably bring a catastrophic blow to the Human Race.
But if the battlefield was here...
The situation would be entirely different!
Just then.
The distant skyline suddenly darkened, as if night had fallen ahead of time.
Dense Demonic Qi surged forth like a tangible tide, accompanied by earth-shaking roars and the rumbling tremors of the ground——
The Demon Clan army was close!
An oppressive pressure that suffocated the lungs instantly shrouded everyone.
Every face became incomparably grim.
They were about to use the strength of mere few individuals to clash head-on with the entire elite vanguard of the Demon Clan!
Aster Grant’s eyes were razor sharp as he gave a deep-voiced order:
"Prepare for battle! My Beastbond will intercept all Totem Tier Three and the main Totem Tier Two of the Demon Clan."
"The remaining Totem Tier One enemies, I’ll be counting on all of you!"
Zane Drake, Cavan Vero, Shade, Qing, Summer Gardner and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with fearlessness.
They nodded heavily. "Rest assured! Even if it costs us our lives, we will never let a single Totem Tier One slip past to interfere with you!"
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At the same time.
Within The Forbidden Land of the Ghost Race.
Veridia’s situation was incomparably perilous.
With her current strength, facing eight Totem Level Demon Clan, she was still far too strained.
Even though she had mastered two kinds of Law.
But without Aster Grant’s support, relying solely on herself...
Her strength was still far from enough.
At this moment.
She was relying entirely on near-Dao-level combat experience to barely hold out under the hands of this group of Demon Clan.
"Bang!"
Another heavy blow she couldn’t completely evade—one Demon Clan’s sharp claws viciously tore open her shoulder blade.
Agonizing pain surged through her, but Veridia clenched her teeth and didn’t utter a single sound.
Relying on battle instincts forged through countless trials, she swung a retaliatory punch; the raging Law of Power forced the sneaking Demon Clan back several steps.
She seized the chance to erupt with her remaining Ghost Qi, temporarily blasting back the surrounding enemies and gaining a brief moment to catch her breath.
The leading Totem Tier Two Demon Clan sneered, eyes filled with cat-and-mouse mockery:
"I have to admit, the Ghost Race’s combat Talent is truly astonishing. You are even a standout among millions."
"But reality is right before you—you have no way out."
"Why struggle to the bitter end? How about submitting to our clan? Among your Ghost Race, quite a few wise ones have chosen to side with us."
"As long as you nod, I can even promise that you will definitely become king of that group of Ghost Race!"
Yet upon hearing this, Veridia’s blood-stained lips curved in a mocking arc.
Surrender?
How could that be?!
However, from the mouths of these few Demon Clan, she also came to understand something.
Why this land, steeped in endless sorrow and deathly silence, felt so strangely familiar——
This place was very likely once the homeland of the Ghost Race!
Only under the iron hooves of the Demon Clan, this world had been completely occupied and corrupted.
Their former kin had either fallen on the battlefield, or knelt in surrender.
This was also why...
The closer she drew to the center of the world, the clearer that wail and summons from her bloodline became.
Then, Veridia’s palm clenched tightly.
Blood unconsciously trailed down along her body.
Though the chilling Ghost Qi that had once shielded her body was already so thin as to be nearly transparent, as if it might dissipate entirely in the next instant.
The battle intent in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Veridia actually began burning what little Original Ghost Energy she had left, fusing it with the newly comprehended Slaughter Law, turning into a black-and-red intertwined storm of Destruction that erupted violently with her as the center!
Seeing Veridia’s actions, these few Demon Clan also understood her choice.
"Since she insists on being stubborn, then let’s grant her wish!"
The leading Totem Tier Two Demon Clan’s eyes surged with killing intent, Demonic Qi roiling all over his body:
"Send her to join the dead Ghost Race of this world!"
Before his voice had even fallen, eight terrifying blasts of Demon Ability converged into a torrent of Destruction, sweeping down toward Veridia like a crushing flood!
This strike held nothing back!
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