The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1593 453: Campbell's Legend_3

The forest floor covered in fallen leaves was dragged into a tens of meters long track by her combat boots. The violent sword wind rampaged through the forest, several times catching up with the afterimage of Rolandar retreating, though he quickly evaded with his ghost-like agility.

Such speed!

Watching that relentless offensive, Rolandar's heart was filled with both shock and anger, his fingers constantly changing the lute's fingerings. Yet the fierce sword edge remained unaffected!

What is going on with this guy?!

He gritted his teeth, forcefully snapping a black string with his index finger.

A mournful wolf howl surged out from the body of the lute, transforming into a ghostly blue Frost Wolf, whose massive wolf paws pounced towards Erin's sword edge.

"Clang——!"

The metallic clash echoed!

Watching the Frost Wolf emerge from that lute, a hint of surprise flashed across Erin's face.

Though she swiftly retracted the sword's momentum, stabbing instead of slashing, piercing through the Frost Wolf's throat, Rolandar still seized upon that momentary pause to create distance.

"...You're not afraid of my illusions."

Seeing Erin's clear eyes and steady breath, Rolandar lowered his voice, the flippant expression on his face replaced by seriousness for the first time.

Erin didn't answer, merely set up an attacking stance once more, gripping the sword with both hands, the sword tip unwaveringly pointed at his nose, brewing the next round of attack.

Since the first Duke, descendants of the Campbell family have been blessed with divine favor, naturally able to resist the deceptive whispers of demons.

Especially the whispers of the Enchanting Demon.

This wasn't the ability granted by the "Light of Praise" but rather the inherent protection of the surname "Campbell," lying in the blood vessels of every direct descendant.

From her silence, Rolandar confirmed his suspicion that his most skilled illusions were useless against her, no wonder he'd struggled so much against this character before.

However, Rolandar wasn't disheartened. The burning desire in his eyes became even stronger than before, mixed with twisted delusions.

What a wonderful person.

This tenacious knight is more delectable than he imagined! Though he had caught some resolute sacrifices before, most didn't withstand even two rounds of torment before going insane, ending up as specimens hanging on the altar, rotting.

But this one was different—

She might endure a very long time, unquestionably the finest offering to Chaos!

Even more prestigious than that Holy Daughter named Carian!

"Hehehehe... Then let me test how much pain your soul can really endure!"

Rolandar's laughter grew frenzied, blending into his manic chanting.

Erin quickly raised her longsword in defense, only to be stunned when she found the earth beneath her feet truly beginning to tremble!

That's not an illusion—

It's Magic!

As Rolandar's voice reached the peak of his chant, pitch-black fissures opened around him, emitting the scent of sulfur and decay.

Following that, distorted Chaos Beasts crawled out from the rifts, just like the verses sung in the apocalypse's poem.

Some bore insect joints and beast heads, with foul pus flowing from their mouths, while others were entirely masses of writhing flesh, countless tiny eyes replacing their pores.

Under Rolandar's piano sound manipulation, hundreds of Chaos Beasts roared, launching an assault on Erin from all directions.

Erin swung her longsword to counterattack, but in moments, she found herself in a pitched battle.

Each swing of her sword could pierce or smash one beast, yet more monsters surged forward ceaselessly.

Their claws and fangs left scratches on her armor, each impact causing her Qi to churn.

She could feel her stamina being rapidly depleted.

Especially since the Light of Praise had already overdrawn her life force too much, her complexion grew pale, sweat beads forming densely on her forehead.

"Such a brave soul… Alas, death is the ultimate fate of all heroes."

Rolandar's voice, like a devil's whisper, lingered above the battlefield, attempting to shatter Erin's will to resist.

He needed vibrant sacrifices.

Not a worn-out offering.

"Admit it, your glory is meaningless, your resistance will only bring more pain! Look at your surroundings, that is this world's future! Our starry sky destined for eternal heat death, and the great True God Ulgos, the Pioneer of all futures—regarding you, no one will come to save you!"

Erin gritted her teeth, slicing a twisted monster in two, yet another monster's claws left three deep gashes on her arm, her blood instantly staining the arm guard red.

Shrill laughter echoed in the air, seemingly mocking her mistake, or perhaps cheering for her demise.

Facing the tide-like torrent of Chaos Beasts, Erin's face showed no hint of retreat, though her heart was filled with sadness.

Could it be...

Does it end here?

She recalled her brother's guidance, the anticipation of Thunder City's populace, and those soldiers who followed her...

Until a cultured face appeared in her mind, perhaps the one she missed most in her heart.

Colin...

Sorry, I might... break my promise.

An unprecedented longing and regret surged in her heart but was quickly replaced by resolute determination.

Now wasn't the time for sentimental thoughts.