I just covet their strength

Chapter 326 It doesn’t matter, because you are weak
This thrust was like a rocket accelerating at full speed, and its reaction force caused a violent wave of air to appear out of thin air behind Lord Qinghui.

But the huge bone demon, who had been on full alert from the beginning, had no intention of paying attention to the surrounding scene. Faced with the sword that had suddenly appeared in front of him in an instant, which was more dangerous than any horror he had encountered since he escaped from the trap, he could only choose to parry!

"Qiang!"

The gigantic bone demon held its spear horizontally to catch Westhead's thrust, but was also knocked off the floating fortress by the horrific impact and fell to the ground.

"Boom boom boom——"

A heavy gust of air spread out from the junction of their weapons, as if an explosion had occurred at low altitude. The Bone Demon, which was a little closer, was still flipped over like a rag doll even though it weighed dozens of tons, and fell into the city in the lake.

Westhead pressed down [Shadow Life] and Condensed Light Weapon, [Music Notes] glowed with a light golden glow on his arms. At least twenty rune abilities took effect at the same time, and the blessing brought to Westhead was no less than a T0 talent.

Considering the timeliness and preciousness of [Law Notes], maybe it is even more powerful than the permanent T0 talent?

The specific manifestation is that a real demon form was suppressed by Westhead in the first place.

This is the shadow of a god! Even if it is a counterfeit mass-produced product by Emperor Qianlu, its essence is also a divine life. The gap in life level has been forcibly smoothed out by the beautiful numerical value, which is terrifying.

The demon himself was also so surprised. In the slightly trembling battle, the Lord of Withering's empty eye sockets, which were surging with scarlet spiritual fire, stared at Westhead closely. There was no expression on his skull-like face, but his deep voice still echoed in Westhead's mind.

"You are neither that seductive kid nor that long-eared bastard."

"Ha, isn't it obvious? Do I look like an elf?"

Westhead laughed loudly, veins bulging in his arms, and with a low growl from deep in his throat, a huge force spread directly from the body of the Lord of Withering to the cube fortress under his feet, shaking the fallen structural building into countless cracks.

The shell that could withstand direct fire from heavy artillery became as fragile as a cardboard house under the aftermath of Westhead's attack.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every blow of the hammer was an extreme destruction to the structural fortress. Under Westhead's fierce attack, the entire fortress finally collapsed under the heavy burden.

The Lord of Withering was thus able to end the first round of the battle. In the crumbling ruins, the antlered bone demon looked down at the humans in front of him and said slowly:
"Enough! Mortal, I recognize your strength and regard you as an opponent who can devour my flesh and blood. Tell me your name!"

The man with black hair and purple eyes raised his eyelids slightly and said:
"Westhead Qinghui, remember the name of the person who killed you, otherwise it would be too tragic to die without knowing why."

The Lord of Withering was silent for a moment, and said, "Qinghui. I seem to have heard of Qinghui. Ah, it turns out that he is the descendant of that Holy Spirit. No wonder he is so beautiful that it's a bit disgusting."

Westhead raised his sword and sneered:
"Interesting, the Man-eating Bone Demon is also qualified to comment on the Holy Spirit? Don't you look at your own appearance? The old man who just came out of the cell was just the defense arranged by [Emperor Qianlu]."

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Westhead's precise etiquette directly broke through the antlered demon's defense.

boom--

As the aura was shaken apart like a strong wind, the anger of the Lord of Withering was visible to the naked eye, and even his voice became higher.

"Why am I not qualified?! I am the master of the Pale Forest! The ancestor of thousands of flesh-eaters!"

"If I had not been deceived and bewildered by that bastard and believed his promises, how could I have fallen to this point! [Emperor Qianlu], the one who ascended to godhood! He is nothing but a lowly seductress who flaunts his beauty! Even if he ascends to the highest heaven, I will always spit on him!"

"And now, this land of a thousand lakes is the fruit of my victory! The offspring of the Holy Spirit! If you insist on helping the bastard, you will face my wrath. The flesh and blood of the Holy Spirit will only be qualified decorations."

To put it bluntly, he is just a coward who is greedy for beauty and has become a toady, acting as if he is so innocent.

Westhead said nothing, but raised the corner of his mouth in mockery.

The Lord of Withering said no more. He took a step forward, wielding the blade spear in his hand and delivering a lightning-fast blow to Westhead, who was much smaller than himself.

"Boom-"

Lord Qinghui subconsciously tried to catch this swift attack, but the moment it made contact, he felt an incredible heaviness.

He hurriedly released the force, but in the moment of hesitation, the bones of Westhead's right arm were shattered, leaving it in an extremely distorted posture.

In response to this, he was not at all panicked, but laughed happily:
"Ha! Not bad, not bad, now it's more like fighting! Looks like we can have more fun. You're right, we'll just have to fight this time."

Westhead said so, and with a series of teeth-grinding crunching sounds, the bones of his right arm returned to their original shape after being corrected by numerous talents and runes.

The countless pieces of splattered flesh and blood seemed to have life, wriggling back to their original positions. The true red embers swept across the exposed muscles, and a layer of skin with a metallic luster covered them.

Westhead clenched his fist hard, and the magic power gathered in his arm exploded instantly, releasing a circle of translucent shock waves.

He stretched out his hand again, and clear thunder appeared in the palm of his hand. This was not the dragon thunder of pure destruction, but the [Green Thunder] in the [River of Clear Lightning].

Westhead had decided before the battle that this time he would use the [River of Qinghui] to fight throughout the battle. After all, he had the [Musical Notes] as a foundation. The current Lord Qinghui was terribly powerful, so naturally he had to vigorously promote the image of the Lord Qinghui.

"Tap tap tap——"

At this moment, the surviving ogre bone demons came to their master from the collapsed floating fortress.

Westhead took a quick glance and found that they were basically all made of metal skeletons. After carefully observing the surging spiritual fire, Lord Qinghui couldn't help but frowned and said:
"Is this... directly infusing the soul into the construct?"

Lord of Withered: "I once listened to Qianlu's temptation and put the entire tribe on the gambling table. This is what I regret most. Now that we are out of trouble, my descendants should be reborn."

These battle-hardened elite bone demons returned in the form of constructs, having cast aside all emotions. They silently obeyed all the orders of their lord and did not flinch even when facing a humanoid monster like Westhead.

With the uniform sound of metal friction, they collectively pulled out a javelin that flashed with cold light from their backs, and then threw it towards Westhead with all their strength. The sound of breaking through the air was shrill, and the metal javelins covered every gap in the air like raindrops, making it impossible for the soldiers to dodge.

The three destructive runes engraved on them, namely, magic-breaking, armor-piercing, and severe injuries, make these javelins indestructible, and can easily penetrate even the dragon scales of a giant dragon.

However, Westhead's response was just to reach out and raise a finger towards the rain of bullets.

The invisible barrier slightly shook the space, creating ripples like hot winds that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

However, when the dense rain of black bullets reached Westhead's front, time and space seemed to freeze in that area. The javelins that had been thrown at him with brutal and swift force suddenly stopped as if all their power had been removed, and a black curtain soon formed in front of Westhead.

[River of Clear Light - Immortal Wall]

One of the highest combat skills of the Ninghui path, it is a unique skill that only those with the most orthodox Qinghui bloodline and path, as well as those at the legendary level, can use. It is similar to the previous [Dazzling Bow].

As a style, [River of Clear Light] is not really weak, but the cost-effectiveness is too low, and the combat skills it contains consume too much energy. However, what Westhead fears least is loss, and the gorgeous combat skills of [River of Clear Light] are more important to him.

Westhead stopped all the javelins thrown by the bone demons in front of the barrier and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Click——"

In an instant, all the stagnant spears scattered in all directions like a rain of pear blossoms, at a speed even faster than the incoming force. The Bone Demon Legion, which was counterattacked by their own spears, immediately suffered large-scale injuries. The power of the triple rune spears should not be underestimated. It directly penetrated their bodies made of refined gold, and countless pieces of broken copper and iron flew across the army.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of Withering became furious. Those who were killed were all his brothers who had been in prison with him for thousands of years!

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Westhead laughed and said:

"You haven't transformed many offspring, are you interested in wasting them? I wonder if it was the same in ancient times. Anyway, king versus king, general versus general?"

The Lord of Withering suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice:

".It's a reasonable suggestion, but you actually wanted to challenge me alone. As a mortal, you are really brave. You must know that the humiliation and persecution imposed on us by Qianlu are hateful, but the power gained has also transformed me!"

"You are just an ordinary person! There is a huge difference between you and me!"

The Lord of Withering's tone was a little arrogant, but understandable.

If the Lord of Withering before his soul was merged, he could only be called the powerful king of man-eating bone demons, and he was definitely not as good as Westhead.

But after the ascension ceremony, even if he did not ascend with Emperor Qianlu, he was bathed in the power of ascension as the shadow of the god.

In other words, both the mortal and the demon are divine beings without exception, but there is a huge chasm between the gods and mortals.

Westhead knew this very well, but he was not worried. If you ask why, it is because the difference in rank cannot determine everything.

Who says that stacking numbers can’t transcend classes?

Then Westhead roared and rushed towards the Lord of Withering, clashing swords and spears, pushing the latter away from the battlefield:
"It's okay, because you're really weak for a demon!"

Rumbling--

The figures of the two powerful men soared into the sky, and in order to avoid the aftermath of the battle from accidentally hurting their own troops, they disappeared from everyone's sight.

Amitron looked at the current chaotic battle situation and said to Yulda and Mephis:

"Many of the Royal Court troops have suffered heavy damage from the demon's plucking just now. It will be difficult for them to recover in a short period of time, but I can still lead a reserve team to join the battlefield."

Yurda nodded and said, "I need to record my brother's heroic fighting style, so let's march forward and defeat the enemy while my brother is fighting the demon."

Mephis left even more vigorously, saying:

"Ha, in that case, I will lead the knights to attack from the side, you guys can do whatever you want."

A moment later, as the chaos caused by Westhead gradually subsided, the Bone Demon Legion began a second round of confrontation with the Royal Court Coalition over the ownership of the City in the Lake.

The String Swordsmen led by Amitron and the Clearlight Guards led by Urda rushed to the front line with the power of the Sound of Connection. The battle line they wove was exquisite and every movement was graceful and appropriate.

"Well done! Swordsmen! Tear through the enemy lines! Take down the city in the lake!"

The elven military officers in heavy armor wielded heavy two-handed swords, knocking down skeleton structures that were taller than them one after another, and forcibly cutting through the enemy formation composed of shield walls and spears.

However, the Royal Court's legion was not the first to rush to the front. In comparison, the Yonglan Knights were much more brave and fanatical.

This group of knights boarded the wave-breaking ships and charged straight into the enemy formation from the side, leaving no room for themselves.

"For my Lord! For the King of Knights! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Mephis shuttled through the undead army with the dragon sword in hand. The runes on his close-fitting armor flowed, supporting the knight girl to make extremely flexible and swift movements.

With his sky-blue hair like a track dragging behind him, Mephis fought smoothly among the densely packed enemy forces, with precision, elegance and lethality, a dance of death on the tip of a knife.

If the String Swordsman is an elegant and delicate dancer, then the Eternal Storm Knight is a pure berserker.

"For the King of Knights! For the God of Eternal Mist!"

"For Lord Qinghui!"

The brave Royal Court coalition forces defeated the Bone Demon army, which should have been unshakable, layer by layer and continued to advance forward.

The Royal Court's army is not a weak force. Their real weakness is that they do not have high-end combat power. Once the enemy activates some divine power, they will be defeated.

For example, now, if there was no Westhead, even if the Lord of Blight did not die, the coalition forces would suffer heavy losses simply by relying on the clusters of floating fortresses created by the demon form to trample them.

But at this time, any existence that could reverse the situation of the war was dragged into the bloody storm by Westhead, and the brave mortals were finally able to defeat the enemy with their own strength.

Not to mention they have battlefield support.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The support from the wave-breaking ships in the rear played its due role at this time. A large number of heavy structures fired indiscriminately, and brilliant explosions swept across the sea of ​​corpses and bones. The autonomous structures that attacked the attack provided cover for the coalition forces, helping to break the solid formation of the Bone Demon Legion.

The warlocks were also chanting strengthening spells to provide amplification for the knights on the front line, while the spellcasters on the demon side were basically all annihilated by the longbow sniping.

As one side gains, the other loses, and it becomes an unequal battle.

Westhead alone played the role of dividing the battlefield. The Royal Court coalition was obviously aware of this. The Yonglan Knight who was charging in the front shouted:

"Forward! Keep moving forward! Our Lord is fighting alone! How can we let the King be surrounded?!"

(End of this chapter)