Chapter 407 Southern Corp's Final Fight End

Chapter 407 Southern Corp's Final Fight End

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/Boom.../

/Shatter.../

/Screams.../

The siege raged on for the rest of the day, and as the sun vanished on the horizon, the War slowly cooled down as the soldiers pushed back against their near-endless assault.

The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of destruction. Like fiery meteors, Siege machines rained down on the Devils, their magical fire engulfing the enemy.

Skyships dominated the skies, pinnacles of engineering, with their enemies all slain, and nothing could halt their advance.

Even then, thousands groaned on med bays, clinging tightly to life, on the edge between reality and the afterlife.

All signs pointed towards a hard-won victory, but there was still one matter to tend to... The clash between the Commanders and the Demon.

It dragged on for an eternity, the outcome hanging in the balance, the tension palpable.

The ground shook at their might as their weapons clashed with the Demon's hardened body, and all the soldiers could do was watch and pray they returned safely and victorious.

This was the reenactment of an ancient fable, the tales of the glorious past when the Star-Reflecting sword shone atop the Southern Walls...

Those were the times when beasts like these were encountered frequently and slain, an ancient purge to turn the past uninhabitable South bearable.

Would they make their Ancestors proud? Or would they join them in the beyond?...

"..."

It had been hours since Testros began observing them, never leaving his post.

He tried to absorb as much of it as possible, and by now, he began praying, his sense of reality winning as he began to believe he was back in the past, forgetting the future, living in the moment...

Praying for their safety and victory... And for the quick return of the Infantry...

They would soon return, they only needed to last a little longer...

It was such a shame that out of the strongest three of the Corps, two of them weren't present... Sarferato and Qrubin.

The Berserker of the Battlefield and the Artificer of Legend, if both were present, this battle would've taken a complete turn, going from a stalemate to a one-sided beatdown.

Of course, Testros couldn't opine much on the details as he could barely even witness their movements...

But he was confident in their odds; they were within home ground.

By being in its mere vicinity, the Demon faced the entire might of the Southern Wall's intrinsic defensive systems.

And with each slain Devil, the pressure it endured was enhanced; soon enough, it wouldn't be able to bear it.

/BOOOOOOOOOM!/

"?!"

Suddenly, the world shook as a flaming meteor manifested in the skies; like a Comet that lost its way in heaven, it crashed down with the might of a thousand-morning suns!

It crashed atop the battlefield, creating a mushroom cloud that went hundreds of meters high, illuminating the night sky!

There, soaring through the air with an air of authority, was a middle-aged man wielding a cane, unmistakably the Mage among the Commanders, one of the revered Artificers of the Empire, Elriharad Qrubin!

And if asked, clearly the best amidst them all...

/SLASH!/

Following the catastrophic explosion, a red flash of light covered the battlefield, and a monstrously powerful strike was hurdled toward the center of the blast.

Holding one axe and clenching his fist, it was a burly man with a sharp gaze.

The Commander of the Infantry, Sarferato Feltrix!

Testros couldn't see what was going on well, but he was glad they had finally arrived!

And due to that excitement... He did something rather... Reckless...

/Jump.../

He jumped off the wall, eager to take a closer glance at the fight!

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/Meanwhile.../

"Phew... We aren't late are we?" A younger Sarferato asked the Corp's Commander as he approached on the side, taking heavy steps as he pulled down his ragged bracers off his shoulders

"Just a little, enough to get you a disciplinary outing... Also, where's your shield?" The Commander replied in his usual cynical tone, but it was clear he was happy for their arrival

"Heh... It broke down, and I threw it away... We can fetch it if we have the chance."

"... Marvelous... Just what I wanted to hear."

"That's great then; let's talk once we're done here."

/Land!/

He immediately increased his speed, slamming down hisaxeon the Demon.

/CLANG!/

The beast tried to block his attack, but within a split second, Sarferato struck twice more!

/CLANG CLANG!/

/Crack!/

One of the Demon's nails broke, shattering under theAxe'smight!

/SLASH!/

The Demon sacrificed one of its fingers, striking against Sarferato's unprotected stomach.

If he had armor or not, it wouldn't matter, for the Demon, either was the same. Mere trash to be broken appart!

/SLAM!/

But then, even as his stomach opened and his blood poured out, Sarferato exploded with power, hisaxeglistering with his entire essence.

He sacrificed his blood for this chance.

/CUT!/

/BOOOOOOOOOM!/

A meteoric slash fell on the world, cutting straight through the Demon's arm, leaving a clean cut behind!

/ROAARR!/

For a moment, both the Demon and Sarferato roared as they clawed out at each other, and it even seemed as if they were matched, making the others wonder who the real Demon was here.

/SLASH!/

But the othersweren'tdecorations to watch on the side and do nothing.

The Commander was the first to arrive, delivering a blow against the beast's spine, leaving a searing hole that burned with holy light, as he would make the Demon remember the name of his blade, for it burned after dawn.

/SHINE!/

Meanwhile, the skies lit up with holy insignias as the Priests atop the wall finished their multiple-hour-long chant, manifesting a portion of their God's Divinity onto the land!

/PRESSURE!/

Gargantuan pressure descended upon the Demon, pressing it onto the ground as it felt the might of the God of Order and Prosperity.

Demons weren't beings who could be exorcized by the powers of the Church, as some media may convey, but it didn't mean they had any resistance to it either.

Under the might of the divine, all were equivalent... To suffer and bow equally.

/Chant.../

Qrubin began to chant in a low tone, and if there was a spell he had to prepare like this, then it would be a strong one.

Meanwhile, taking the chance from the Demon's lack of movement, the four remaining Commanders all struck down at the Demon, delivering their own strikes and pushing it down even further.

/Crack!.../

"!"

/ROAAARRR!!/

The Demon exclaimed in pain and anger as its body flared with mist and devilish runes; it was about to let out its final struggle!

But this wasn't that type of storyandthese soldiers weren't your typical Heroes... This was the Southern Wall.

/BOOOOOOOOM!/

Before it even had the chance to react, a thousand artillery cannonsallfired in its directionat the same time, blowing it away and momentarily knocking it out.

/Knock!/

At the same time, Qrubin finished hisspell, and a crack in space formed!

"..."

As he looked at the void beyond thecrack, Testro's blood ran cold...

He felt as if something was looking at him from beyond it... Stirring something deep within him.

/FLASH!/

""?!""

Butjustas he waited for theSpellto take its effects and end the fight, Testros saw red cover his whole body.

Somehow, the Demon was now before him!

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