The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1629 461: The Blood Race Hero Fighting Under the Demon King's Order (Part 4)

What a fierce power!

He was both shocked by why the sinister black flames didn't harm Erin and puzzled by why her strength seemed endless, even growing stronger as she fought!

The roaring sword blade was like a hammer, with the holy light's feathers faintly mixed with an aura of the undead.

Kelan was completely bewildered.

What on earth is this creature?!

How could one person possess both the power of Holy Light and the undead?!

Though he had the strength of the Purple Crystal Level, he couldn't withstand such continuous consumption.

Especially on the battlefield within reach, Campbell's troops had already gained the upper hand.

If he couldn't finish off Campbell's Hero soon, he would lose everything, even if he won this duel!

Yet every time Kelan tried to concentrate his power to first deal with Erin, the whistling black flame would focus its fire on her, simultaneously infusing strength and biting his soul!

That black flame was simply irrational.

Since it didn't need to worry about harming its allies, the mage named Colin could cast spells freely without hesitation.

Those endless sinister spells, paired with Erin's increasingly fierce sword edge, continuously compressed his survival space.

Facing Erin, who grew more courageous in battle bathed in black flames, Kelan finally began to feel a bit of strain.

He realized that if the fight continued like this, he would inevitably lose!

To win this duel, he must first eliminate the mage hiding behind this woman, continuously chanting spells!

At that moment, he suddenly caught sight of Colin in the distance through the corner of his eye, who coughed lightly and took out a blue potion bottle from his bosom.

Kelan's heart was overjoyed.

That guy's magic power was insufficient!

Not missing this rare opportunity, Kelan let out a beast-like roar, and the suppressed chaotic power instantly exploded.

Taking advantage of the pause in Colin's spellcasting, he struck a blow with his sword, forcing the relentless Erin back two steps, creating a deep pit with the soles of his boots on the ground.

That was, after all, Purple Crystal Level strength!

Without Colin's support, Erin solely relied on the strength of the Light of Praise, and for a moment found it difficult to withstand.

However, Kelan's target was not her; he knew well who posed the greatest threat.

That man whom even Urgos dreaded greatly...

If he didn't take that guy out, he suspected even if he cut down this girl, that guy could revive her with magic.

Who could withstand this?!

With sudden force from his legs, Kelan grabbed the short sword in reverse, and like a flash of lightning, suddenly stabbed toward Colin, who was tilting his head back to drink the Magic Potion.

He even saw the rolling Adam's apple and faintly smelled the clean, refreshing scent on the collar.

Kelan's mouth curled into a victorious smile; this time, he would not fail!

His eyes turned crimson, chaotic power throughout his body operating at its peak, and the sword blade tearing space swept from all directions toward that figure slipperier than a mudfish.

"Die for me!!!"

The whole space and its connection with the surroundings were severed, even a demigod here would not escape this inevitable strike!

But in just a second, that ferocious smile froze on his face.

His sword did not pierce Colin's throat.

Instead, a gorgeously colored butterfly landed lightly on his nose, flapping its wings.

In an instant, that beautiful yet fragile butterfly was torn apart by the roaring sword wind.

But that was all.

Kelan exclaimed in shock, trying to stop the roaring sword blade to parry but it was too late.

"What is this?!"

"I call it a surprise."

A phantom-like voice blew into his eardrums.

The voice was not far from him, less than ten meters away, yet it seemed like a vast ocean's distance.

"It's over."

Luo Yan lightly waved the magic wand in his hand, announcing his fate with a gentle voice.

Kelan's heart jolted violently, the foreboding of death crept onto his brow for the first time.

"No—"

Unfortunately, this time, the Divine did not stand with him.

In fact, it had given him a chance, the Divine Chosen person did not immediately aim the sword at him.

Compared to Chaos, the Demon King was still quite reasonable.

At the moment when that soft whisper fell, countless dark flame-condensed long spears descended like a web from heaven, piercing Kelan's body!

His eyes widened, muscles across his body tensed, but ultimately couldn't withstand the arrival of death.

A dark spear pierced his heart, but it wasn't just his heart.

It was also his soul!

'Ah—!'

His disembodied soul roared in terror, trying to struggle to escape, only to be caught by an uncontrollable force at the nape of his neck, dragging him toward the black clouds in the sky.

Luo Yan looked up at the sky, feeling pity for him for two seconds, not knowing which world's Nest City this poor soul would drift to, facing what fate.

Only Urgos would know.

Seeing those fierce ghosts hovering in the sky, he felt Twilight Province people might not be the most miserable.

At the moment the dark spear pierced Kelan, Erin's longsword also swiftly brushed over his neck.

This kind person still couldn't bear seeing him suffer, even if he was Chaos' Apostle.

However, as a mortal, she didn't know that his soul had long been taken by Urgos, and what remained was an empty shell consumed by flames.

What awaited him was a torment a hundred times crueler than physical torture.

In death, it's a moment's matter; living allows one to experience every kind of suffering.

Kelan's head fell to the ground, the spurting blood drenched the earth, and a legendary figure thus fell.

In terms of sheer killing numbers, he probably set the Twilight Province's historical record.

After a shake with the blood-stained longsword, Erin paused to catch her breath. Confirming Kelan was thoroughly dead, she turned her gaze to Colin, anxiously walking over.

"Colin, are you okay?"

When Kelan charged toward him just now, she felt her heart almost stopping.

But now it seems, her worry was slightly excessive.

"As you see, I'm fine."

Seeing Erin coming with concern, Luo Yan smiled gently, wiped the bloodstain from her cheek with his index finger, "But you had me worried sick just now."

His "Butterfly of All Things" required time to fly.

After giving her the buff, she charged forward like she'd been injected with adrenaline.

As Erin was touched on the cheek, it was as if a switch was pressed, her face instantly blushing crimson.

"I-I-I... What's there to worry about, mere Chaos Apostle, couldn't harm me a bit!"

She hurriedly explained, subconsciously stepping back half a step, and stumbled slightly on a tree root, nearly falling.

It was clear she was truly flustered.

Otherwise, with her strength, the tree would probably collapse before her.

Luo Yan laughed as he reached out to hold Erin, steadying her once again.

"Since you're fine, I'm relieved."

"I..."

Seeing Erin's face flushed red, wanting to say something but unsure how to, Luo Yan pondered for a moment, then looked toward the distant battlefield gradually nearing its end.

"More important matters await you than worrying about my affairs."

He noticed that even without Erin commanding on the frontline, Theresa could handle it well.

Campbell's people had high military discipline.

Even when the general was dead, every hundred-man team could continue fighting under the Centurion's lead, who was under the Chiliarch's command.

Thus, Erin was able to let go and battle Kelan, trusting her back to others.

However, at present, he hadn't figured out how to explain his situation, so he could only let Erin handle other matters for now.

What to say, he needed to think.

Yet he hadn't predicted, Erin hadn't thought that far at all.

At this moment, not to mention "Dragon Language Magic", even if Mr. Colin said the Dragon God was practicing backflips in her home, she'd probably believe it.

Erin didn't move, standing there for a long time, her face growing redder, finally muttering softly.

"...Nothing more important than you."

Luo Yan paused, showing a caring smile as if looking at a child trying to operate a truck but unable to reach the pedal.

Was this the full-force strike from an honest person?

He was somewhat charmed.