NOVPUBChapter 667 -552: The Might of the Sun Flame Cannon, The Frustrated Nine-Ring Great Demon
In the valley shrouded in the Fog of Death, the Plague Spreader, Nickru, burst out from the Space-Time Gate, flapping his wings.
As a high-ranking demon, Nickru naturally possessed legendary strength; having pledged himself to the great Overlord of the Undead, he swiftly became a ninth-realm legendary demon and acquired the powers to spread plagues and deadly poisons!
This time, in invading this new realm, he had actively volunteered to lead the vanguard, hoping to accumulate achievements and once again gain the favor of the Overlord of the Undead!
Just like Cecil!
Thinking of that lucky “Great Wight,” Nickru was filled with envy and resentment. Previously, when Cecil had been chosen by the Overlord of the Undead to scout the divine realm of Moon Goddess Diana, Nickru had somewhat rejoiced in his misfortune, thinking that the other was unlikely to return.
After all, voluntarily stepping into a god’s realm, even for a ninth-realm legendary wizard, was more likely to end in disaster than success.
However, what they saw as a perilous, almost suicidal mission turned out to be a stroke of incredible luck.
Who could have predicted that the Moon Goddess, upon learning that the Overlord of the Undead had her divine realm in his sights, would flee in sheer panic, leaving Cecil to easily conquer the entire realm without lifting a finger, and even earn a promise from the Overlord of the Undead.
After conquering the new realm, it would be awarded to Cecil as a gift—this once divine realm of the Moon God…
Jealousy raged within Nickru; if he could outperform Cecil, perhaps the Overlord of the Undead would also generously grant him the opportunity to become a True God!
And so Nickru had taken this risk in seizing the chance to be the vanguard.
He was gambling that the Moon God had not yet fully merged with this realm; otherwise, Cecil would not have been able to slaughter his way through the divine realm.
As soon as he stepped into this world, Nickru immediately knew he had won the bet!
For the elements in the void contained no will of any beings, indicating an ownerless realm!
“Foolish mortals, death has descended!” Nickru shouted excitedly, his voice loud and piercing as it echoed across the valley.
The domains of plague and poison surrounding him expanded rapidly, soon merging with the Fog of Death and breaking free from the storm’s constraints!
The High-level Corpse Explosion Technique he had just used was his masterpiece, a divine art bestowed by the Overlord of the Undead, allowing him to control the lives and even the souls of these lower undead.
By using a mass of expendable forces to invade the realm and drain the divine power of their foes while assessing their strength, before using the Corpse Explosion Technique to gather the souls of the dead and amplify his own power, was his plan to crush these natives of the realm!
Yet what welcomed him was not the terrified gaze of the natives or the wailing of devoured souls, but an immensely intense light of destruction!
The moment the light flared, Nickru felt a strong threat, as the terrifying radiation stream instantly penetrated the dark green poison fog, obliterating the huge skeletal dragons, the screeching banshees, and the countless wailing, shrieking spirits in an instant!
What followed was a focused energy beam and temperatures in the millions of degrees. Nickru barely had time to dodge before he was swept up in it.
In that instant, the entire valley seemed to contain nothing but this sky-piercing, cone-shaped pillar of energy!
The swirling Fog of Death was also rent open with a massive gash!
Harrov and the others stared fixedly at the center of the light column, unable to be certain of the outcome until the real results appeared!
As the blinding light dissipated, a vague shadow quickly appeared before everyone,
Taking advantage of the dual weakening of the Fog of Death and his own domain, Nickru miraculously took the blow of the Sky Vaulting head-on!
Though his massive body looked quite battered, nearly unrecognizable as if squeezed, signs of life were still present, and he was visibly regenerating at an observable rate.
The wizards present were utterly astonished; except for Eira, this was the first time they had seen anyone withstand a nuclear strike!
Although the material’s ability to bear force was limited, making the “Sun Flame Cannon” less destructive compared to the “Doomsday – Atomic Breath,” and its range not as vast as “Sky Vaulting,” its power as the pinnacle of alchemical creation was still terrifying!
A single strike could vaporize lakes or pierce through mountains, and this time they had used twice the critical mass!
Harrov felt that if he were directly hit within a kilometer, even if he had set up force field defenses in advance, surviving would be highly unlikely.
At this moment on the battlefield, the surging Fog of Death seemed called by something, madly gathering toward the center and flowing into Nickru’s body, causing the forms of this severely wounded high-ranking demon to rapidly expand.
Anger, brutality, and a hint of fear and panic filled Nickru’s mind; right after meeting, he had harshly endured a blast from the Sun Flame Cannon, stunnging the high-ranking demon right off the bat.
If it weren’t for the fact that he had merged his domain with the Fog of Death at the last minute, using millions of undead spirits as a shield to negate seventy percent of the energy impact, he would probably have been completely obliterated by the nuclear blast by now.
What was this? Could it be that the Moon God had intervened?
Nickru didn’t know, but the near-death terror and anger plunged him into insanity, his roars echoing continuously within the valley, as he planned to devour the remaining undead souls to boost his own power.
However, Harrov certainly wasn’t giving him that chance. Realizing that a single Sun Flame Cannon was not enough to solve the problem, he spoke again.
“Continue, increase the intensity!”
The moment his words fell, the other five Sun Flame Cannons, already adjusted in their directions, lit up simultaneously, emitting a destructive light from all around, and together they blasted towards the high-ranking demon in the sky.
“No!” Nickru’s eyes bulged, then he was completely overwhelmed by several pillars of energy. Given he was prepared, he was confident he could block one more strike from the Sun Flame Cannon!
But his opponent clearly didn’t adhere to the martial code, using five Sun Flame Cannons together to ensure a fatal blow!
Thus, just two minutes after bursting through the Space-Time Gate, before even understanding the situation or unleashing his power, Nickru tragically succumbed to the combined attack of several Sun Flame Cannons!
As he said, death indeed arrived, but not upon anyone else’s head, but his own…
Only after the energy pillars dissipated did the wizards present breathe a sigh of relief. The Death Fog spreading within the valley was completely dispersed, and not even ash remained of that high-ranking demon!
Harrov always believed that unless higher dimensional powers were involved, all beings were equal under a nuclear strike. If anyone could withstand the blow from a Sun Flame Cannon, it simply meant the yield wasn’t high enough!
Yet, to ensure the sure kill of a vanguard sent by a master of the undead, they needed to resort to the combined attack of multiple Sun Flame Cannons, which made Harrov somewhat anxious.
It was foreseeable that the number of legendaries under the command of the master of the undead would be substantial. If five or six legendaries infiltrated the Space-Time Gate at once, even with fifteen Sun Flame Cannons working together, it would be hard to ensure their total annihilation.
If the number was larger, they would have to take action themselves!
Moreover, the Sun Flame Cannon was not without weaknesses; a powerful Force Field Magic could defend against it to some extent. If repeatedly used, the enemies would eventually catch on…
Although somewhat worried, Harrov did not show it on his face. Under the barrage of the five Sun Flame Cannons, the undead spreading across the valley were also reduced to ashes.
The kingdom’s soldiers, having fought continuously for nearly a day, finally had a moment to catch their breath. Even under the relentless assault of cannons, machine guns, and Sun Flame Cannons, any undead emerging from the Space-Time Gate were eradicated before they could even reach them, but the psychological pressure was immense.
Vittorio fully understood that this intense level of combat could not continue indefinitely. After discussing with other council members, he took out a high-purity uranium stone and, like launching a railgun, blasted it toward the Space-Time Gate.
What goes around comes around; it was also time to show the enemy a taste of their own medicine!
…
The fierce glow, the violent explosion, and the mushroom cloud rising into the sky reappeared in that foreign land, instantly annihilating the millions of undead gathered at the Space-Time Gate.
“It seems Nickru is dead!” Walok, the Dragon of Cold Winter, watching the undead army turn to dust under the sweep of the energy wave, nervously commented.
It was fortunate for him that this fool eager to take credit was involved and thus he narrowly escaped disaster.
Of course, as a cost, Walok had to dispatch a portion of his direct troops, dozens of skeletal dragons to assist Nickru in the offensive, who were now clearly annihilated by those Believers of the Moon Goddess.
Looking at Cecil, Walok felt a chill in his heart. In his view, the reason for Nickru’s swift death mainly lay in Cecil deliberately withholding information about this powerful ‘Divine Arts’.
“I had already cautioned him to be wary,” Cecil said darkly with a sneer. “Moreover, you didn’t think that knowing this information, he could have defeated that Moon Goddess, did you?”
Since receiving the favor of the master of the undead, and the promise of ascension to godhood, many legendaries among the undead envied his “good fortune,” and Nickru was one of them, the most eagerly hopping one!
Now that the opponent voluntarily sought to take credit, Cecil naturally wouldn’t miss this chance to play a dirty trick.
In such a situation, no one could blame him.
Nickru’s sacrifice was absolutely worth it. The arrival of this legendary nine-ring demon and the continuous attacks of the tens of millions of undead army should be enough to make the opponent believe that they had deployed all their forces here.
Incidentally, Cecil had also confirmed that the Moon Goddess had not fully mastered that dimension.
These were undoubtedly very good news. As long as they could win this divine war, the master of the undead probably wouldn’t care about the death of a high-ranking demon.
It seems his luck had always been good…
“Let’s go, from now on, leave the command here to Diwusi,” Cecil said indifferently.
The necromancers he had sent out had already located the second Space-Time node based on the flow of magic power!
