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Chapter 117 Avatar of the Abyss
Chapter 117 Avatar of the Abyss
Behind the 12th Regiment's high ground, in the shadow of the rock wall.
The Thorn Demon did not fly, but slowly climbed, its dark red skin almost blending into the rock wall in the morning light.
Its wings were pressed tightly against its body, and its twelve tail spikes were folded back, with only the tips flashing with a ghostly green poisonous light.
As the oldest and most cunning individual in this demon army, Thorn Demon was well aware of the key to this battle.
It wasn't those lower-level demons charging head-on, nor a group of dying adventurers on the highlands.
It was the unconscious necromancer.
Thorn Demon remembered this human dressed in black robes.
A day ago, this same person, along with four skeleton warriors and a winter wolf, slaughtered more than thirty demons in the forest.
If it weren't for the sudden large-scale demonic tide that followed, this necromancer might have caused even greater trouble.
Now, he is unconscious.
This is a great opportunity.
A cruel glint flashed in the Thorn Demon's dark red eyes. Its climbing movements were extremely nimble, its claws embedding themselves in the crevices of the rock wall with almost no sound.
Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...
The top of the hill is right in front of us.
Thorn Demon could see what was happening at the edge of the rock wall: the dwarf captain and the paladin were fighting fiercely, the winter wolf was lying next to the black-robed human, the female wanderer was panting against the rock wall, the archer was shooting arrows, and the sword and shield warrior was parrying.
No one noticed what was happening behind them.
perfect.
The Thorn Demon's lips curled into a ferocious grin. It leaped lightly onto the high ground, its twelve tail spikes slowly rising, aimed at the unconscious Silves.
At the tip of its tail spike, a ghostly green poisonous light began to gather. That was the Thorn Demon's deadliest weapon, capable not only of piercing steel plates but also imbued with a potent poison capable of instantly paralyzing the nerves.
One shot is all it takes.
The Thorn Demon leaned back slightly, its tail spikes taut, ready to unleash a deadly thrust.
At that very moment—
A silver-white figure pounced like lightning!
Frostfang!
The winter wolf's icy blue eyes burned with a resolute light. It sensed danger the instant the Thorn Demon leaped onto the high ground, and without hesitation, used its last strength to pounce on its enemy.
But it was too tired.
The wound on his left foreleg burst open, gushing blood; the corrosion and festering on his right hind leg limited his explosive power; his magic had long since dried up, and he couldn't even condense the simplest frost armor.
The Thorn Demon sensed the attack from behind, turned around instantly, and swept its bone blade horizontally.
clang!
The bone blade clashed with the wolf fang, sparks flying everywhere.
Frostfang was jolted backward, the wound on its left foreleg ripped open completely, and the excruciating pain caused it to let out a low growl. But it did not fall; instead, it endured the pain and pounced on the Thorn Demon once more.
"Foolish beast," the Thorn Demon hissed, its voice full of mockery.
The Thorn Demon's tail spikes shot out, not one, but three, piercing Frostfang from three different angles.
The winter wolf barely dodged two stingers, but the third stinger pierced its right shoulder.
puff!
A ghostly green light exploded at the wound, and the poison spread instantly. Frostfang let out a mournful howl, its massive body swaying as it nearly collapsed.
But it still stood there.
Its icy blue eyes were fixed on the Thorn Demon, and a threatening growl escaped its throat.
Thorn Demon was somewhat surprised. Normally, a creature poisoned by its tail sting should be paralyzed within seconds, but this winter wolf was still standing.
"A tenacious will to live," the Thorn Demon hissed, "but tenacity alone is useless."
It charged forward again, its bone blade flashing, its target Frostfang's neck.
Winter Wolf tried to dodge, but the deadly poison had already begun to affect his nerves, slowing his movements by half a beat.
The bone blade sliced through, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on Frostfang's neck. Its silvery-white fur was soaked with dark red blood. The Winter Wolf howled in pain, staggered backward, and crashed into the rock wall.
It still hasn't fallen.
Frostfang's consciousness began to blur, the Thorn Demon in his vision appeared as a double image, and the wounds all over his body were protesting with excruciating pain, the toxins causing his muscles to twitch uncontrollably.
But it cannot fall.
Winter Wolf's icy blue eyes looked at Silves, then at Thorn Demon, a hint of sorrow flashing in them, but more so an almost obsessive will to protect.
Three feet behind him, Sylvester remained unconscious. His master's breathing was weak, his face pale, and his black robes were soaked with blood.
Frosty Tooth remembers that winter ten years ago.
At that time, it was still a wolf cub, abandoned by its family on the icy plains of the north, suffering from hunger and cold, and on the verge of death.
It was Silvers who found it, and with his tender little hands he carried it back to the warm fireplace, fed it with hot milk, and wrapped its frozen body in a blanket.
From that moment on, Frostfang was convinced that the boy with deep purple eyes was the one it would protect for the rest of its life.
Over the course of ten years, it followed Silves from the North to Solmar, growing from an innocent cub into a powerful magical beast.
They learned magic together, fought together, strolled under the starry sky of the academy together, and experienced life and death together on adventures.
Silvers rarely spoke and always had a cold expression, but Frosttooth knew how much its master valued it.
In every battle, Sylvester would protect it from the rear; whenever it was injured, Sylvester would heal it with the most precious medicines.
Every night when all is quiet, Silvers would gently stroke its fur and whisper its secrets that it never told anyone.
Now, it's its turn to protect its owner.
The Thorn Demon grew impatient. It wasted no more time, raising all twelve of its tail spikes simultaneously, aiming them at Frostfang.
This time, it will get rid of this troublesome beast completely.
The tail barb is taut, about to strike.
"roar--!"
Frost Fang let out a deafening roar, a sound devoid of pain or fear, but filled with a resolute determination akin to burning with life itself.
It pounced on the Thorn Demon once more!
This time, Frostfang didn't use any techniques or tactics; it was just the purest and most primal pounce and bite!
Thorn Demon clearly hadn't expected this dying winter wolf to unleash such power, and hastily raised its bone blade to block.
But Frostfang's target is not Bone Blade at all.
The winter wolf's massive body rammed into the Thorn Demon like a chariot, ignoring the bone blades piercing its body. It opened its mouth and bit down hard on the Thorn Demon's neck!
This is a life-or-death fighting style!
Thorn Demon's expression changed drastically. It tried to retreat, but Frostfang was too fast.
Click!
The wolf fangs dug deep into the Thorn Demon's neck, dark red blood gushing out. The Thorn Demon let out a piercing scream, its bone blades frantically stabbing at Frostfang's abdomen, chest, and throat...
But the frosty teeth did not loosen.
It gripped the Thorn Demon's neck tightly, and with the last of its strength, it violently shook its head!
Sizzle—!
The Thorn Demon's neck was ripped open, its trachea severed, and blood gushed out. Its movements gradually weakened, the bone blade slid out of Frostfang's body, and its dark red eyes quickly dimmed.
boom!
The Thorn Demon's corpse fell.
Frostfang, too, could no longer hold on. His massive body slowly knelt down and then fell to his side.
Her icy blue eyes looked in Silvers' direction, filled with worry and reluctance.
Master... are you safe?
Its consciousness sank into darkness.
At the same time, on the flank of the 11th Regiment's main battlefront.
Another Thorn Demon is silently approaching the rear of the 11th Regiment.
This elite demon named Balthazar was more cautious than the previous Thorn Demon.
Instead of attacking directly from the front, it used the cover of trees and rocks to make a wide detour, attempting to launch a surprise attack from the weakest point in the 11th Regiment's rear.
Its target was clear: that gray-robed boy.
Balthazar observed for a long time. The gray-robed youth was clearly the core of this suddenly appearing human group.
Ogres and goblins were protecting him, archers were covering him, and even the two squads on his flanks were coordinating with his rhythm.
Once this core issue is resolved, the entire team will collapse.
A cunning glint flashed in the Thorn Demon's dark red eyes. It concealed all its presence, its wings pressed tightly against its back, its bone blades sheathed at its sides, moving through the shadows like the most seasoned assassin.
Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps...
The distance is getting closer and closer.
Balthazar could see the gray-robed boy's back—
He wasn't particularly tall, even somewhat frail, but the way he gripped his sword and the way he surveyed the battlefield showed that he was no ordinary opponent.
It must be a fatal blow.
The Thorn Demon began to adjust its breathing, and its twelve tail spikes slowly rose, all aimed at Xiu Qi's back.
Twenty steps is the optimal attack distance.
Balthazar leaned back slightly, his muscles tense, ready to unleash a thunderous attack.
Just then, it suddenly sensed something was amiss.
It wasn't danger, it wasn't a threat, but rather... a feeling of being watched.
Thorn Demon abruptly turned its head to look at the shadows of the trees on its left.
There was nothing there.
illusion?
Balthazar frowned, his dark red eyes scanning his surroundings. The forest, the rocks, the demon corpses... everything seemed normal.
But the feeling of being watched grew stronger and stronger.
The Thorn Demon's vigilance was raised to the highest level.
It temporarily abandoned its attack, slowly retreating, its bone blades protecting its front, its tail spikes swaying gently behind it, like a venomous snake ready to strike at any moment.
Then it saw it.
Not with the eyes, but with a kind of perception unique to demons—
Three steps to its right, in the air, there was an extremely faint fluctuation that did not belong to this world.
Spatial fluctuations.
Balthazar understood instantly. Invisibility? Teleportation? Or some kind of illusion?
Without hesitation, it raised one of its tail spikes and thrust it toward the center of the ripple!
Puff puff puff puff—
The tail stinger pierced the air, but nothing was found.
be cheated.
Alarm bells rang in Thorn Demon's mind. He tried to back away, but it was too late.
Two steps to its left, the space rippled out like water.
A silver-gray figure appeared out of thin air, wielding a menacing mace that crackled with dark red flames, and slammed it vertically toward the back of Balsazar's head!
Princess Alice!
But Thorn Demon reacted extremely quickly; almost the instant the princess appeared, Balthazar sensed the danger.
It didn't turn around, but instinctively swung its bone blade to block.
clang!!!
The bone blade clashed with the hammer, producing a deafening metallic clang. Dark red sparks exploded at the point of impact, scattering sparks everywhere.
Balthazar was thrown forward by the shock, but managed to block the fatal blow.
It turned around and stared at the small figure in front of it, which was only four feet seven inches (1.4 meters) tall, with its dark red eyes and a ferocious sneer on its face.
"You think you can take me?" Thorn Demon hissed, his voice full of disdain.
It could see the attacker's appearance clearly: silver-gray skin, sparse silver-white hair, and clear yet cold eyes.
He held a grotesque hammer that was completely disproportionate to his size, with dark red flames flowing between the spikes on the hammerhead.
Goblin? Or some kind of mutant?
unimportant.
Balthazar's twelve tail spikes slowly rose, aiming at the princess from all angles. A cruel smile appeared on the Thorn Demon's face; it loved these kinds of overconfident sneak attackers.
The tail spike thrusts out!
Not one, not two, but a full six, stabbing at the princess simultaneously from six directions: up, down, left, right, front, and back, sealing off all avenues for escape.
Balthazar was absolutely confident in this attack. Even the most experienced wanderer wouldn't be able to completely dodge it.
Then, it saw something that it could hardly believe.
The princess's figure suddenly became blurry just as the tail spike was about to strike.
It wasn't moving, it wasn't dodging, but rather like a reflection in water being struck by a stone, it began to ripple, distort, and dissipate.
Space fluctuated again.
Balsaza's eyes widened; it finally understood what that spatial fluctuation felt like.
It's not invisibility, it's not illusion, it's...
True spatial movement.
The next second, two figures appeared simultaneously on the left and right sides of the Thorn Demon.
On the left, Princess Alice, with her silver-gray skin and silver-white hair, holds a fiery mace and has an icy gaze.
On the right, there was also silver-gray skin, but the hair was fiery red. He held a longsword that exuded a frosty aura in his hand, and there was a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.
Avatar of the Abyss.
The two princesses, one on the left and one on the right, launched their attack simultaneously.
The hammer struck Balthazar's head, carrying searing flames.
The longsword pierced the heart of the Thorn Demon, carrying a chilling frost.
For the first time, terror appeared in the Thorn Demon's dark red eyes.
It tried to block and dodge, but the attacks from both directions arrived almost simultaneously, and it could only barely block one side.
The bone blade swung to the left, blocking the hammer.
clang!
But the longsword on its right side pierced its chest without any resistance.
*Pfft*
The Frost Sword pierced his heart and emerged from his back. The chilling aura swirling around the sword instantly erupted, freezing the blood and muscle around the wound.
The Thorn Demon froze, its dark red eyes wide with disbelief.
It slowly lowered its head, looking at the blade protruding from its chest, and at the white frost freezing at the wound.
It opened its mouth as if to say something, but only dark red blood oozed from the corner of its mouth.
Ice-blue frost began to spread from the wound, quickly covering its entire body.
The Thorn Demon's body began to freeze and become brittle, eventually shattering into countless ice blocks with a "crack" and scattering across the ground.
The silver-haired princess drew her hammer, shaking off the blood and bits of flesh. The red-haired avatar returned to its frost-like form, sheathing its longsword.
The two princesses exchanged a glance, their snow-white hair and fiery red hair swaying gently in the morning breeze.
Then, it turned into silver light and disappeared into the air.
Only the pile of frozen fragments on the ground proved that a deadly battle had just taken place here.