The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1406 408: Dust Settled and Celebration

The Maze's refuge point, the line of defense upheld by the Assistant and the Magic Apprentices was as thin as a cicada's wings.

Even the legendary tale of the "Naked Hero" couldn't reverse the overwhelming power disparity between the two sides.

There were too many of them!

Wailings emerging from the walls seemed endless, continuously depleting the dwindling Magic Power of the patrolling Assistants.

After all, they were not particularly strong, just the leftovers from the High Tower, assigned to this hard patrol task.

Yet, it was precisely these ordinary people who, when faced with the folly committed by the crowned individual out of arrogance, displayed unprecedented courage and responsibility.

Even Kurs, who prided himself on cunning and cleverness, did not retreat at this crucial moment of crisis.

They had nowhere else to retreat!

An Assistant's Magic Shield shattered under the Wailing's claws.

He was sent flying by the impact, crashing heavily against the stone wall, losing consciousness. The exhausted Magic Apprentices screamed and scattered, fear spreading throughout the crowded crowd.

Just then, a few Skeleton Soldiers suddenly rushed forward, blocking the gap in the defense line with their skeletal bodies!

One skeleton, to protect Kurs behind him, forcibly took a claw strike that could rend steel with its chest bones, scattering instantly into fragments.

The defense line instantly collapsed!

Seeing the defensive formation about to crumble, almost everyone displayed expressions of despair.

However, the anticipated slaughter did not arrive.

The Wailings charging in, at the moment of entering the refuge point, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Those distorted bodies, like a painting set ablaze, silently turned into black ashes from the edges, and were finally blown away by an invisible wind.

Then came the second, the third... In a blink, all servants of Chaos vanished in this bloody Maze.

Along with that eerie red fog!

The apprentices were stunned, the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe written on everyone's face, unclear about what just happened.

But this deathly silence only lasted a moment.

Almost the instant the red fog dissipated, the entire Maze let out a tortured wail of being overwhelmed, followed by earth-shaking tremors!

From above the dome, massive stones fell like beads off a broken string, the threat of death striking in another form!

"Form the barrier! Everyone, raise the shield!" An older Assistant reacted first, shouting hoarsely, injecting his remaining magic into his Magic Wand.

The surviving apprentices responded immediately, suppressing the excruciating pain from spiritual power exhaustion, gathering weak magic together. A hemispherical golden light screen opened above everyone's heads, barely blocking the falling stones.

"Boom——"

Stones rained down on the shield, each strike causing the light screen to tremble violently, spider-web-like cracks spreading rapidly.

The apprentices turned pale, some already starting to falter under the torrential barrage.

Just as the shield was about to shatter, a distinctly different blast sounded from directly above!

"Crack——"

It was not the sound of the dome collapsing but the sound of rocks being split open!

Vast and boundless magic was like an invisible giant hand, seizing the falling stones from above, tossing them into uninhabited corners!

Those who had lowered their heads in fear now instinctively raised their eyes.

A dazzling beam of light pierced through the thick rock layer and darkness, a dust-covered opening appearing like a miracle above everyone.

Master Merk's always stern face, now covered in dust and tears.

He gazed at the battered yet still living faces below, his voice choked with emotion.

"I'm sorry, children..."

"I am late!"

The joy of rescue spread like a flood of tears among the crowd.

The Assistant holding the Magic Wand sat down relieved, the apprentices who escaped embraced, the devout prayed on their knees.

People celebrated the hard-won victory in their own ways, praising the clear skies after the storm.

They had defeated Chaos!

Of course, more importantly—

They were saved!

Kurs looked up at the opening, momentarily dazed.

Tightening the blanket on his shoulders, he subconsciously returned to his senses, trying to find something amid the chaos.

At this moment, his gaze passed over faces filled with joy and tears, finally settling on the corner where he once fought.

A Skeleton Soldier that had once fought alongside him still stood there.

Perhaps aware that the light did not belong to it, it did not look up at the hopeful opening, but instead turned its gaze to Kurs.

Seeing Kurs also looking at it, it lifted its distinct hand, lightly knocked on its hollow chest, its open jaw seeming to say—

'What a magnificent battle it was.'

With this unspoken farewell left behind, the ghostly green Soul Fire within its skull extinguished like a candle in the wind.

The not particularly tall skeleton fell apart, becoming a pile of ordinary bones indistinguishable from the surrounding debris.

Kurs's lips moved, knocking his fist against his chest.

'Farewell...'

At the moment when everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, two enormous forces of magic suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.