The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Beneath the Light God's Flame, a layer of faint white light appeared on the Envoy's body. He was extremely disheveled. He prided himself on his rich combat experience, but he had been slapped in the face by Dorre time and time again. This time, he was directly sent flying. If it weren't for Absolute Protection, this projection of his would have been gone.

He struggled to stabilize himself in the sky, coldly gazing at Dorre, who was still within the atmosphere, as small as an ant.

He wanted to say something harsh, but he realized that this place was already close to space, and sound couldn't be transmitted at all. He could only activate his power again and kill his way back into the atmosphere.

At this moment, Dorre was looking up at the Envoy in the sky, calculating the time.

From the moment he attacked to the moment the opponent was knocked away, then.

One second, two seconds.

Five seconds.

The five seconds had just passed.

The Light Envoy felt that he had been careless. A person from a lower realm could actually use such tricks to strike his projection. This was absolutely impossible. He must have been careless.

He plunged fiercely into the atmosphere, the look in his eyes toward Dorre changing from haughty to a murderous expression of absolute certainty.

Standa was still below, and several Rank 9s were still waiting below for the two of them to determine the winner. With so many Rank 9s watching, he had completely lost face.

Standa was indeed waiting, and the other Rank 9s were also wary of each other, none of them making a move. They were waiting for the results of the Envoy's battle.

Especially Standa, he was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

The Envoy descended with monstrous flames, as if a true god had descended, crashing into the atmosphere from beyond, like a meteor.

Overbearing, unstoppable, the Flame of Extinction fell like a planet crashing down.

Seeing this, the other Rank 9s were stunned. Such power was terrifying.

The ball of light plummeted.

Dorre waited quietly, watching the trajectory of the opponent's fall while counting numbers, quickly reaching five.

Just then.

Suddenly, something appeared in the sky. It was incredibly huge, over a hundred meters tall, and emanated a dense aura of death and bones, crashing fiercely into the falling Light Envoy from the side.

Without any warning, that thing suddenly appeared. The next moment, with a loud boom, the Light God Envoy didn't even have a chance to scream before being smashed into a sky full of Light God Fire, scattering into nothing.

Blasted apart.

At this moment, that huge thing, radiating the aura of death, suddenly stretched out a huge magical hand and grabbed fiercely in the void.

Something unknown was grabbed in its hand, and then it suddenly shrank back.

The Light God's Flame was incomparably domineering, but under the impact of this unknown thing, it had no ability to resist at all, as if it had lost all its mystery, slowly dissipating into nothing in the sky.

The Light God's Flame disappeared, and the Envoy also completely disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, the Rank 9s below were stunned.

At this time, they also saw the thing in the sky, a bone tower composed of white bones, exuding endless death and darkness, forming a sharp contrast with the scattered Light God's Flame.

Dorre's Bone Tower.

Dorre's Bone Tower.

When Standa on all sides saw Dorre's Bone Tower, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he turned and ran, transforming into a ray of light, quickly flying toward the interior of the empire, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The other three Rank 9s also made the same move at this time, turning around and disappearing.

Dorre's clone then jumped and disappeared. The wizard tower in the sky slowly moved towards the north, and then also disappeared.

The whole change happened within a second. Comps and the other person looked at each other, originally with swords drawn and bows bent, but suddenly didn't know what had happened.

The Light Envoy inexplicably erupted, and then was inexplicably smashed to death. Standa fled, and the other two Rank 9s fled. Dorre escaped, and only the two of them were left in the sky.

For a time, the two were at a loss.

The Rank 9 war was over just like that?

The two looked at each other, dumbfounded.

…

At the entrance of the fortress.

The person in charge of the Glory Wizard Alliance on the battlefield had been watching the sky. At this time, seeing several Rank 9s dispersing, he was overjoyed.

Wizard Dorre had won. He had actually won.

Although it was only a battle between two Rank 9s, a powerful Envoy and a Wizard Dorre, Wizard Dorre had won.

The opponent's Rank 9s had all fled, which was a great opportunity for the Glory Empire.

He immediately became excited, his killing intent rising sharply.

"The Rank 9 battle is over. Wizard Dorre has achieved victory. Bring out all the spare cannons for me, and attack with full firepower."

His voice was loud, almost spreading throughout the wizard tower complex, spreading throughout the wizard battlefield.

The people of the Glory Empire were excited.

The most expensive part of the magic crystal cannon is the barrel, as well as the huge energy consumption. The magic array is actually secondary. Now that there is no hurry to consume it, the people in charge of each wizard tower naturally know what to do.

Immediately replace the barrels, open full firepower, and directly sweep towards the fortress.

The army below was also like a chicken blood, frantically attacking.

Shouts of killing, cries, became the theme at the entrance of the fortress.

One minute later.

The Light Empire's defense barrier collapsed, and endless artillery fire plowed through the fortress's walls. The fortress lasted less than ten minutes before collapsing.

The Glory Empire's army went straight in and directly killed into the Light Empire.

The people of the Light Empire were very tenacious and stubborn. Their wills were all the will of the Light God. For the will of God, they did not waver, and almost all the soldiers died in battle.

After the city was broken, they resisted for a long time before being completely wiped out.

In this battle, three enemy Rank 9 warriors were killed, fifty-six Rank 8 warriors, six hundred thousand troops, and one fortress.

In just one day, the Glory Empire's army attacked three cities, all with magic crystal cannons paving the way. After breaking the city, the army directly occupied it, killing all those who resisted and capturing those who did not.

At the same time, the empire also urgently transmitted information, transporting various needed resources from the interior of the empire to re-establish strongholds and fortresses, completely consolidating the occupied areas and turning them into their own.

This day was destined to go down in history.

…

The interior of the empire was very busy, very busy.

The common people didn't feel anything, but the nobles were the busiest.

Especially the nobles of the capital were particularly busy at this time, busy sharing the joy, busy calculating their merits.

The great victory of the empire brought national excitement, but at the same time, the sacrificed people, their families were also in an extremely passive situation.

Having lost the best labor force and family members, some people in the empire were busy with this matter, pensions, pensions, pensions.

George was swift and decisive on this point. Because too many people had died and the national treasury was somewhat empty, he called on the nobles throughout the empire to take action.

The perceptive nobles knew what to do at this time, while the unperceptive nobles were also becoming perceptive.

From a macro perspective, the Glory Empire was developing in a good direction.

As the news of the great victory on the Light Empire's side came, the Dark Empire also completely retreated. The two sides resolved the matter through negotiation, and the Pope of the Dark Empire personally came forward to apologize, ceding territory and paying reparations.