NABC Chapter 189 Strange Movements Within the Holy Flame!
Chapter 189 Strange Movements Within the Holy Flame!
Chapter 189 Strange Movements Within the Holy Flame!
Hick's orders spread swiftly throughout the shadow network he controlled, like invisible ripples.
The Silent Forest, this massive war machine, under his will, began to operate in a manner that appeared to be a response to the enemy's call for a decisive battle.
The situation, which actually concealed its own sinister purpose, suddenly changed course and headed towards the Blank Plains.
Meanwhile, at the top floor of the Eternal Tower, shrouded in distorted holy light.
Ronker remained standing before the Eternal Flame, his withered face expressionless.
Anselm stood a short distance behind him, his face pale, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at the old man's back and the holy flames that were burning ever more "jubilantly".
"They're here."
Renkel suddenly spoke, his voice dry as if two pieces of sand were rubbing together, yet carrying a hint of satisfaction.
He didn't even need maps or reports; the subtle changes in the energy flow within the sacred flames had already revealed everything to him.
Anselm's body trembled slightly: "My lord—you mean—Mochamota—"
"He made the most 'correct' choice."
Renkel let out a short, eerie laugh.
"Fear—greed—or both. He's always like that, that hyena. But it doesn't matter, it's good that he's here—it's good that he's here—"
His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, landing on the plain where countless legions were gathering and about to turn into a purgatory.
"What a lavish feast!"
Renkel stretched out his withered fingers and stroked the holy flame almost obsessively.
"So many souls, such intense emotions—fear, anger, resolve, betrayal—it's a truly magnificent catalyst."
Anselm felt a chill run down his spine, and he couldn't help but speak: "My lord, we—our legions are there too—they—"
Their sacrifice will be remembered.
Renkel interrupted him, his tone terribly flat.
"Their energy will last forever!"
Anselm, do not be misled by insignificant individuals; see the bigger picture—it is the necessary price of the evolutionary path.
Just then, deep within the unseen core of the Eternal Holy Flame, something seemed to wriggle slightly.
An indescribable, ancient, and hungry will subtly awakened, causing the air in the entire top-level forbidden area to freeze.
Renkel's infatuation deepened, even taking on a touch of devout fanaticism.
"Look—it can't wait either—"
He murmured softly.
"Be patient—it'll be over soon—very soon—"
Anselm instinctively took a step back, his heart pounding.
Only now did he truly realize that the "fourth level" that Renkel was pursuing was probably not as simple as just improving a wizard's level!
The essence contained within that holy flame sent shivers down his spine.
Blanque Plain.
The once fertile land has now been turned into scorched earth!
Broken armor, shattered weapons, and corpses left behind were scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the stench of blood, burnt flesh, and decaying magic energy.
And now, this huge scar is being covered by more "colors".
To the east, the Eternal Tower Alliance surged forth like a tide, radiating the brilliance of various protective spells.
The white tower emblems and the banners of various families fluttered in the wind. The wizards wore solemn expressions, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge and a hint of martyrdom-like fanaticism stirred up by the wind.
The colossal war golem strode forward with heavy steps, shaking the earth.
The enormous magic airship, like a floating fortress, cast a suffocating shadow.
The West, on the other hand, is a vast, silent forest army, spreading like ink. Within the surging shadows and mist, countless creatures of various shapes and forms...
The hideous and terrifying dark creations, undead creatures, and a corrupted legion imbued with chaotic energy.
Their formation appeared chaotic and wild, yet it exuded a chilling aura of death and madness.
The bone dragon circled in the air, emitting a silent roar;
A dark altar was erected, emanating an ominous aura.
The distance between the two sides is constantly closing.
An oppressive silence enveloped the entire plain; even the wind seemed to have stopped flowing.
It was the deathly stillness before a storm, a heavy pressure that caused mental breakdown, formed by the collision and compression of the murderous intent of millions of people.
Everyone involved, whether a vengeful white wizard or a bloodthirsty, warlike black wizard.
Or perhaps it was those ordinary soldiers, forcibly conscripted and trembling with fear, who clearly felt at that moment—
They are standing on a historical fault line, at the center of a massive vortex.
They believed this was the final battle that would determine the fate of the world.
They didn't realize that this was just a dining table, and they were all just dishes on the plate.
Behind the Eternal Tower front, on a makeshift platform, "Hand of Justice" Nya was giving her final pre-battle pep talk.
He was clad in gleaming silver armor, his face resolute, and his voice, amplified by magic, resonated far and wide, filled with a tragic yet inspiring power: "Warriors! Sisters! Brothers!"
The shadow is right ahead!
They took our homes, slaughtered our loved ones, and, most despicably, murdered our pride—Silian!
Upon hearing this name, a suppressed roar and sobbing erupted from the ranks below.
"today!"
Nia's voice suddenly rose, filled with an undeniable determination.
"We will be here, with our blood and lives, to wash away the shame and comfort the souls of the fallen!"
For the future of Ekar!
Light—forever!
"May the light endure forever!!!"
The thunderous response was deafening. The soldiers were caught up in the emotion, pounding their chests and shields, their eyes filled with fervent fighting spirit.
Nia looked at all this with satisfaction and nodded slightly.
Deep within his unseen eyes lay a chilling coldness.
He quietly touched an inconspicuous ornament on his chest—a special artifact given to him by Hick, used to maximize the collection and conduction of "high-quality" death energy during the ensuing madness.
Meanwhile, in the Silent Forest, Mokamo stood atop a throne made of piled bones, coldly gazing down at the boundless dark army below.
He didn't do anything to motivate anyone; he simply raised his hand slowly.
The next moment, countless dark creatures and undead simultaneously let out deafening roars and shrieks, their voices filled with a pure desire for destruction.
The terrifying sound even made the earth tremble slightly.
Mochamo's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
His senses had already spread out, connecting with the "Soul-Stealing Web" set up by Lilith, Hughes, and others who had infiltrated the battlefield beforehand.
An invisible, greedy energy network has quietly covered the ground and sky of this plain.
Above the sky, the clouds were churned by powerful energy vortexes, forming a huge, slowly rotating vortex, like a cold, giant eye watching the impending carnage below.
Finally, it was unclear whether it was one side that fired the first arrow imbued with magic, or which restless mage released the first fireball.
This tiny spark instantly ignited the plain that was already soaked in fuel!
"kill!!!"
The deafening battle cries erupted like a tsunami!
The white radiance and the black tide, these two torrents representing the most extreme power on the continent of Ecar, collided violently with an aura of annihilation!
The real "feast" has begun.
That was not a simple collision, but a mad clash and annihilation of the laws of two worlds under brute force!
boom!!!!
A deafening roar, as if the world had just been created, shook the entire plain and even traveled hundreds of miles away!
At the very edge of the collision, a terrifying shockwave, a mixture of holy light, shadow, flesh and metal fragments, instantly rose up and spread wildly in all directions in a ring shape!
The soldiers in the front ranks, whether human, elf, or other race, no matter how fine their armor or how sturdy their shields, shattered and vaporized the moment they made contact, like porcelain struck by an invisible giant hammer!
There wasn't even time to let out a scream.
The war golem clashed with massive abominations and hellfire, the pure physical forces colliding to produce a sickening metallic twisting and bone-crushing sound.
The golem's runic fists smashed the abomination's rotting head, while the abomination's plague breath and hooked chains rapidly corroded and tore apart the golem's magical metal shell.
The sky became another, even more deadly battlefield.
The magic airships of the Eternal Tower unleashed a barrage of cannon fire from their sides, unleashing a torrential downpour of scorching beams of light and arcane missiles that reduced swarms of gargoyles, vampire bats, and low-ranking undead to ashes.
But the bone dragons and shadow dragon bats of the Silent Forest moved like ghosts, freezing the airship's shields and deck with their icy breath, and tearing huge gashes through them with their claws and tail whips.
Every now and then, airships trailing thick smoke and flames would fall from the sky, crashing into the dense formation below like burning meteors, causing secondary explosions and horrific casualties.
On the ground, the battle lines were instantly shattered, descending into extremely chaotic close-quarters combat.
The white wizard's purification aura and the black wizard's weakening curse flashed and intertwined, the paladin's charge and the death knight's desperate strike clashed violently, and the half-elf archer's precise shots and the goblin explosive engineer's frantic bomb throwing intertwined to create a symphony of death.
Fire, frost, lightning, acid, shadow —
Magical energies of various attributes exploded across the battlefield like fireworks, each flash signifying the loss of life.
The blood quickly soaked into the scorched earth, gathering into trickles, then streams, and finally almost forming patches of scarlet swamp.
Limbs and fragments of internal organs were scattered everywhere, and the intense stench of blood and entrails was almost palpable, making one want to vomit.
Screams, roars, the clash of weapons, the explosions of magic, the wails of the dying —
Countless sounds blend together, creating a continuous, maddening background noise.
This is hardly a war.
This is clearly a projection of hell on earth!
Amidst this extreme chaos and carnage, two invisible, greedy forces are quietly at work.