The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1586 451: Burn Chaos to Ashes! (Part 4)

Could this guy be at the Diamond Level Peak?!

Or even at the Purple Crystal Level?!

"Clever."

Looking at the stunned leader of the Green Forest Army in front of her, a smile of appreciation appeared on Bransia's face, yet her voice remained as cold as ever.

"As a reward for the insect, I will be merciful, allowing your flesh to become the fertilizer under my Thorny Whip."

"In your dreams!!!"

Sloan roared, slapping his hands against his chest. A bluish curse seal suddenly surged between his palms, transforming into chains that scattered in all directions, drawing hundreds of bluish beasts to cluster in front of him!

Each Demon Beast bared its teeth and sucked blood, glaring at Bransia standing on the bloodstained thorns, growling intensely, and pawing the ground.

Among them were Netherworld Wolves, Hellhounds, and some strange creatures whose names were unknown... even the previously deceased giant bear was among them!

They are the souls of the deceased Demon Beasts!

Bransia's face showed a hint of surprise, but it was merely surprise; she did not regard the bizarre Demon Beasts as a threat.

"Oh? Another trick?"

"Die!"

Sloan let out a mad laugh, clenching his right fist forcefully. The raging Chaotic Power instantly shattered the chains formed in his palm!

The beasts charged—

"Roar—!"

Hundreds of fierce beasts charged like untethered horses toward the demon standing in the thorny blood pool, attempting to tear her apart!

However, at this moment, another change occurred.

Bransia looked at the charging beast horde with a half-smile, making no move, yet the whizzing sound of arrows descending from the sky drowned the charging beast horde in a roaring rain of arrows!

The bluish souls were shattered by the demon-breaking arrows!

Sloan's eyes widened, clearly not expecting this, and he cursed loudly.

"Despicable trick!"

He roared, shaking his wrist, the long whip in his hand breaking section by section as the tip shot toward Bransia in the air with an ear-splitting whistle.

Yet, just as this unexpected strike was about to hit its target, it was easily batted away by the Thorny Whip that suddenly sprang from beneath Bransia.

As if swatting a fly.

"Is that the extent of your ability?"

Bransia sneered contemptuously, looking at the shocked Sloan, the crimson thorns beneath her suddenly flared up, spreading behind her like a peacock displaying its plumage!

The scarlet thorns, in an instant, transformed into hundreds of twisting venomous snakes, lunging at Sloan from all directions!

Sloan fought desperately to resist, but before the impenetrable "shadow of whips", his every move seemed so slow and futile.

"It's over."

As Bransia pointed her index finger forward, hundreds of thorns tightened instantly, binding him tightly, dragging him forcibly into the air.

Sharp thorns pierced his flesh, a scorching power tearing at his nerves, beginning to devour his life force.

"Ahhh!"

Sloan's eyes turned completely red, a hint of fear finally emerging on his ferocious face.

No—

His vengeance had just begun, how could he fall here!

And to die at the hands of a demon!

In his dying moments, he hallucinated, as if he saw the father and son and mother and daughter he once threw into cages to fight beasts waving at him...

After completing the grand sacrifice, he finally fell into the cage woven by another divine being before the new round of sacrifices could begin.

"Have a good dream."

Bransia smiled, licking her lips, watching as the drained skeleton gradually disappeared into the twisting crimson.

After digesting Sloan's flesh, she officially broke through the Diamond Level bottleneck, becoming the first Diamond Level Demon General of the Great Graveyard!

And the "Black Beast" Sloan, who struck terror into the hearts of Twilight Province's people, thus turned into fertilizer, devoured among the blooming thorns.

The battle continued in the distance, wave after wave of the Black Dragon Crossbowmen's rain of arrows fell, shattering the Green Forest Army's middle ranks.

The Skeleton Army, lurking beneath the hills, began advancing, catching the retreating Green Forest Army in a surprise attack launched by their suddenly awakened steel tide.

The bandit leader was dead.

Facing continuous casualties, even an army of a hundred thousand would only be a matter of time before it collapsed!

Without glancing at the corpses on the ground, Bransia turned to the shadow cast by the dusk-lengthened trees, lifting her gown slightly with her long nails as she bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, are you pleased with my performance?"

She knew that the great one was watching.

A butterfly perched on the treetop gently flapped its wings, seemingly leaving the evaluation of "not bad," then flew deeper into the woods.

Meanwhile, in the Gryphon Cliff Territory to the south, on the corrupted plains fully devoured by the plague of Chaos, the howls of sword blades finally subsided, leaving only the reluctant wails of dying Chaos Beasts echoing in the thin air.

Hiding in the shadows of the hills, "Alchemist" Jean watched the retreating silhouette through binoculars, a triumphant smile creeping on his twisted face.

What of the Demigod?

In the face of the Chaos Legion created by his own hands, even the Rock Sword Saint was merely a slightly more stubborn rock.

Indeed—

His strength surpassed that of a Demigod!

However, this pride did not last long.

Soon, his binoculars caught sight of a strange procession.

It was a group of robust Dwarves, working together to push a dozen grim metallic constructions resembling pipe organs heavily to the edge of the battlefield.

Their abundant hair seemed suspicious, especially a few whose "hair" was almost blown away.

Yet, this comical sight couldn't hide the murderous aura emanating from them, nor could it make Jean underestimate what they were doing.

He watched as they carefully loaded "firework crackers" thicker than thighs into the long iron pipes.

"What's that?"

Jean muttered low, bringing the binoculars closer, increasingly puzzled.

It was then that he saw one of the Dwarves wave his short sword, shouting "Fire!".

No sooner had he spoken than all the Dwarves, like startled rabbits, took to their heels, diving en masse into the nearby cover.

The fuses burned to the end.

The next moment, from the silent battlefield in the distance came a roar as if from the depths of Hell!

"Woo—!"

It was not a single sound, but dozens sounding together!

The dazzling tails of flames propelled dozens of rockets, piercing the sky, unfurling into deathly roars and fireworks in the air! Scorching torrents poured down like a downpour, spreading over the most densely packed area of Chaos Beasts by the river, and continued to burn ceaselessly!

Jean widened his eyes.

The cold lens of the monocular reflected a fiery sea incinerating everything and his expression of dread and disbelief.

On that day, apocalyptic fire rain descended on the southern part of Griffin Cliff.

Even the Great Sage's Forbidden Spell might not compare...