Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

High in the sky, an enormous void mothership was floating quietly, no longer launching scattered soldiers to the ground, because the power of the Netherworld was beyond imagination, and these unreliable demon world traitors had been consumed.

In the command center inside the mothership, a group of high-level Welanti who were planning the war sat together, staring at the monitors in front of them with solemn expressions on their faces.

The screen showed a battle scene that had just ended: a huge army of orcs came in like a tide, but was beaten to pieces and routed in an instant. It was unbelievable that such a large army was disintegrated so easily.

Not only that, there is also the mysterious and terrifying Palace of the Underworld before us. Countless demon riders have never been able to walk out after entering it.

What’s even more infuriating is that the guy named "King Ming Hai" actually fought back, forcing many masters led by Dalze back to the bottom of the mothership step by step!

At this time, a Welanti prophet broke the silence and said angrily:

"These orcs are simply strong on the outside but weak on the inside. They have brute strength but simple minds. War cannot be won by strength alone. You also need to use your brain! In comparison, the group of humans from the Sanctuary are more reliable."

Hearing this, an octopus walking upright nearby couldn't help but ask:

"So in your opinion, how should we deal with it now?"

However, the prophet suddenly fell silent and seemed to have no good ideas.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a group of slime monsters with an uncertain shape stood up and said in a firm tone:

"Now that things have come to this, it seems we can no longer sit and wait for death. Athos is too unreliable! There is no other way, we have to go out and solve the problem ourselves!"

"You're going to bother me again, aren't you?"

As this complaint sounded, more and more curious, puzzled, and even slightly awed eyes focused on a figure.

It was the human-shaped Weilanti who stood up, and his tone was filled with endless helplessness.

This humanoid Welanti obviously holds a very high status and is the supreme being among all his kind present.

Aside from his unique purple skin, striking "T-shaped face", and pyramidal protrusions scattered across his body, his physique is almost identical to that of an ordinary human.

At this moment, another Welanti who also had humanoid features but had three heads and six arms was staring at the former with his sharp eagle-like eyes and opened his wide mouth——

It turned out to be a standard round mouthpart. Then, a strange fish-headed snake slowly crawled out of it, and the fish head opened and closed, making a sound:

"I'm so scared. Now you're the only one who has the strength to fight against the "King of the Sea" Otakemaru. There are so many fierce and brutal orcs outside, plus a huge army composed of elite soldiers from other tribes, but you can't even capture a border."

At this time, a ferocious-looking general named Weilanti, who looked like a crab, also interrupted and said, "That's right! The battle at Xuanwu Pass also showed us that in the demon world, the demon tamers with high cultivation are respected, and no matter how many miscellaneous soldiers there are, they are useless. We need you to deal with their high-end combat power!"

"All right.""

An Ju didn't say much, just nodded gently. In an instant, his figure flashed by like lightning, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. What was surprising was that although he had left, the residual image left in the original place seemed to still stay there, lingering for a long time......

"Otakemaru! You have no chance of winning this battle, why are you struggling like this?!"

Dalze was kicked hard by Otakemaru and flew away. After he got up in a miserable state, he still pretended to be fierce and shouted unconvinced.

There were eight people in their group. They wanted to use the wheel tactics to continuously drain Otakemaru's magic power, but Otakemaru was too strong. They, who were at the initial stage of the Ghost King Realm, were no match for him at all. They were killed by Otakemaru who was giving his all and walked all the way out of the gate of the Hades Palace.

A priest immediately activated group recovery magic for everyone, quickly repairing their injuries while replenishing the magic power in their bodies to full state.

These people rely on this perpetual motion machine tactic, constantly pulling with Otakemaru, attacking wave after wave. Anyway, they have a nurse on their side, while Otakemaru doesn't, so sooner or later they will wear him down.

Otakemaru spat out a mouthful of blood-stained phlegm and sneered with disdain:

"If you have the ability, just kill me. If you don't have that ability, you can only yell. Could it be that this is the method that Weilanti taught you?"

In fact, after being continuously besieged by many masters in turn, and having previously fought a fierce battle with Altros which consumed a lot of physical strength, Otakemaru was already exhausted at this moment, and was only relying on willpower to hold on.

Thinking of his old enemy Alteros, who always boasted that he would guard the four passes alone, Otakemaru couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart:

Since he can make such a big boast, then I should not be much worse than him since I have single-handedly repelled eight powerful Ghost King enemies this time!

"How dare you speak disrespectfully to my master? Prepare to die!!"

With a roar, a short but muscular dwarf warrior's hair stood on end with anger. He opened his eyes wide, and with an angry face, he stepped forward with his short legs that were extremely disproportionate to his body, and rushed towards the target like an arrow.

He was seen holding the pair of sharp axes tightly in his hands, swinging and chopping with the force of thunder. Every time he struck out, a gust of fierce wind was created, as if to tear the air apart.

At the same time, Dalze was not to be outdone. He urged his warhorse to charge at the enemy at lightning speed, brandishing the pair of male and female swords that shone with mysterious light. The golden demonic energy surrounding him was like a dragon surging out of the sea, waving its fangs and claws, looking very majestic. Wherever he passed, it raised clouds of dust, making people afraid.

On the other side, a group of magicians led by Falion also began to cast powerful magic. They either raised their wands or whispered spells, and the weather changed color in an instant, and the world was moved.

In the blink of an eye, torrential rain poured down, and flying sand and rocks covered the sky; then, flames burned all over the sky, instantly turning everything around into ashes; a moment later, thousands of miles of ice and cold were overwhelming, the earth shook violently, and collapsed with a loud bang.

In addition, several other people also found the perfect opportunity to fight and suddenly launched attacks from various hidden and tricky positions, appearing and disappearing like ghosts.

They cooperated well and launched continuous attacks, not giving Otakemaru any chance to breathe. One deadly attack after another rained down on the opponent.

"Tsk..."

"Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use It"

Otakemaru immediately became alert and slashed the ground with his sword, stirring up thousands of layers of stone waves. Driven by magic power, long rock dragons were formed and rushed towards the attackers.

Rashomon

Then he raised his left hand again and erected a towering wall before him, like an ancient fortress, towering above the earth.

There were twisted patterns carved on the wall, like the face of a demon. A large number of ghosts were scattered around the door frame, constantly venting their resentment and fear in all directions.

The attacks of a group of magicians bombarded "Rashomon", but Otakemaru gritted his teeth and insisted on outputting magic power to keep his ghost gate standing.

At the same time, the rock dragons were also fighting with many masters, and both sides suffered injuries. Fine bloody cracks continued to appear on Otakemaru's body, and strands of blood continued to flow out.

The reason why these huge rock dragons can fight on equal terms with the Ghost King realm masters is that they are creations that consume his vitality and magic. They are not ordinary fancy moves, and each one is equivalent to his own clone.

"Death!"

The dwarf warrior and Dalze appeared on both sides of Rashomon, using all their strength to attack Otakemaru. No matter how much he watched and listened, he couldn't accurately lock on to everyone, and there were still some fish that slipped through the net.

not good--

Otakemaru closed his eyes and silently waited for death to come.

Now he no longer has the energy to deal with these two people. He was able to repel them before because he was in his best condition, but now he is at the end of his strength.

Hehe~ It seems that God wants to kill me. I'm sorry, Queen, King Minghai tried his best!

"Shadow Strike"!

Just when Otakemaru was completely hopeless and ready to accept his fate, suddenly, two sharp sounds of breaking through the air resounded through the sky, followed by two completely different screams:

"what--"

"Ouch!"

Otakemaru opened his eyes with difficulty, and the first thing he felt was that the pressure from the other side of "Rashomon" suddenly eased. Those originally aggressive enemies seemed to have lost their magic power in an instant;

Then, after completing their mission, several giant rock dragons flew back into his body, leaving dead bodies lying around him;

Finally, he saw Dalze and the dwarf warrior rolling on the ground in extreme pain, with a sharp dagger emitting a pungent poison stuck in their bodies.

“Are you okay?”

A gentle female voice reached his ears, and Otakemaru turned his head in astonishment, only to see a beautiful woman in a dark green skirt standing behind him, fighting fiercely with a stern-looking, T-faced Velanti man.

She was wielding a sword that was shining with cold light in her hand, which was intertwined with the opponent's long stick. For a moment, it was difficult to tell who would win.

Otakemaru was secretly surprised. The appearance of these two people was too abrupt. With his strength, he didn't notice anything unusual from beginning to end.

This only means that their cultivation is far superior to his own.

"Thank you, who are you?" Otakemaru asked in confusion, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The sword spirit of the "Absolute Blue Blood Waterfall" - the "Poison Sword Immortal" Ding Ming!" A cold voice came.

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" and a violent vibration came from the strange bone stick. Ding Ming quickly retreated, and Otakemaru quickly removed the "Rashomon" and dodged to the other side.

This terrifying impact force swept in like a tidal wave, causing the surrounding earthquakes to tremble violently, collapse and crack in an instant, and form countless bottomless gullies.

At the same time, a powerful and mysterious force emerged like a torrent. This force obviously did not belong to the traditional magic category, but an unprecedented energy fluctuation. Faced with such an astonishing power, the two masters of the demon world could not help but be shocked.

Otakemaru suppressed his shock at the unknown terror, thanked Ding Ming again, and asked:

"Thank you very much, Miss Jianling. May I ask who you are and why you are willing to help me, Youming? I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

Ding Ming carefully glanced at this strange Weilandi, and whispered to Otakemaru:

"My mistress' name is Han Jin. The army of the Eternal Night Empire will be here soon. We just need to buy them some time."

"Oh, I see."

Otakemaru cheered up. How could he not know Han Jin? It seemed that as long as Youming could hold on for a while longer, he would be stable.

The Weilanti sneered. No one knew what his body structure was like, but in his ears the whispers of the two people were no different from shouting.

"Humph! You are lucky to survive one more second in front of me, Dark Fear. Do you still want to delay time? Dream on!"

As he spoke, his figure came like a flash of light. Ding Ming pushed Otakemaru and shouted, "Be careful!"

"Oh! You too!"

Otakemaru didn't give any explanation, he concentrated his mind, mobilized his magic power to dodge the opponent's attack at full speed, and didn't dare to take his eyes off Anju for a moment.

Dark Fear is like a real light and shadow. It can complete a series of attacks in an instant, from sprinting to stick swinging, and then to attacking. It can complete this cycle no less than ten times in one second.

Ding Ming and Otakemaru were unable to defend themselves for a moment and were hit by several sticks in a row. They only managed to dodge three attacks by luck.

Otakemaru's already exhausted body was now even worse.

He suddenly felt hit by Weilandi's attack. The first feeling was not pain, but numbness. The damage was real, but the pain came very slowly.

His collarbone, ribs, and leg bones were all damaged, his internal organs were ruptured in many places, his skin was torn and bleeding, and his nerves seemed to be paralyzed and unable to transmit sensations normally.

What kind of method is this? It's too terrifying to think about it!

Ding Ming, however, did not look so embarrassed. Perhaps this was the sword spirit. Her body was like human-shaped steel. Whenever it was hit, it would make a crisp collision sound and make Anju react with pain.

"Who are you?" An Ju asked Ding Ming in surprise.

Ding Ming said disdainfully: "I am a sword spirit, your broken stick can't hurt me! You can't understand it, right? Wei Lanti idiot!"

"Oh? Really?..."

An Ju suddenly became murderous and exerted force on his hands. A white light flashed on the bone stick. The next moment, he struck Ding Ming all over his body with lightning and thunder.

"Crackling..."

"Haha! Are you doing scraping?"

Ding Ming stood there motionless with his hands on his hips, quietly looking at An Ju. One could only say of him: his moves were as fierce as a tiger, but at first glance the damage was 2.5.

"you……"

He took a step back in fear and caution. He realized that there was something wrong with this so-called "sword spirit". She was not as weak as she appeared to be. There was some power that did not belong to her that protected her.

Otakemaru also looked a little dazed. He could naturally feel that Ding Ming's cultivation was not as high as his, so how could he have such a strong body?