1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

228 Legion (2)

If the other party was hoping for reinforcements, he would probably be disappointed.

“I don’t need any reinforcements to support me in this battle,” the Calamity replied calmly.

Carnage couldn’t contain its anger any longer. Its knuckles, holding the brass ax, turned from blood-red to white. The Demon General, with blood seeping out of its armor, roared and charged towards the Calamity, swinging the huge ax at his face.

The speed of Carnage was so fast that most people present could only see a blurry, blood-red afterimage. The brass ax, which had drunk the blood of the innocent, lit up with burning runes. The whistle of the ax as it cut through the air was like the desperate scream of a dying person.

But other than that, this was just an ordinary swing of an ax.

All of the Lunar Monsters under the King of Deathblood were the same as Him. They didn’t have any fancy special effects when attacking, nor did they have any strange transformations or complicated effects.

However, their every move was the manifestation of pure war. They were the most direct manifestation of violence.

If this had been in Currere, this ax could have split a sturdy, unaugmented tower in half.

In short, the Lunar Monsters under the King of Deathblood were real stat monsters.

They had high attack, health, and resistance, but they didn’t have any fancy skills.

To be honest, for magic chanters who were known for their flexibility and ability to handle all kinds of situations, dealing with such enemies was relatively troublesome.

They couldn’t use any tricks to deal with them, they could only choose to blast them head-on.

Carnage arrived in front of William in the blink of an eye. The battle ax in its hand carried a strong smell of blood as it struck the other party’s face.

No one expected William to raise Judgment 2 and take the strike head-on.

There were no spell traps set up in advance, no magic spells to dodge or block, or even status spells like White Frost or Black Iron Body to deal with the physical attack.

He only raised his hand and used human strength to raise Judgment 2 in his hand in an attempt to block Demon General Carnage’s rage-fueled ax.

He wasn’t an Authority holder or a Pledger, and he didn’t have any magic spells or status spells to help him. He only relied on the strength of his human wrist to take on the mighty strike from a Demon General known for its strength. Was that possible?

The answer was no.

Even though William’s strength attribute had reached the limit for a human magic chanter, the natural species difference made the strength disparity between both sides obvious. It was like how even the fastest sprinter in human history could never outrun a cheetah.

If William didn’t use spells like Power of Dragons or Giant’s Blessing or wear equipment like Tyrant Armor that could greatly increase his strength, he couldn’t compete with a Demon General like Carnage in strength.

Therefore, William was sent flying by the ax.

There was a metallic clang and sparks and blood splattered. William felt an unimaginable force press down on his right hand that was holding Judgment 2. It cracked his purlicue and sent him flying in a sorry state.

Carnage was in shock. Not only was it shocked by its own strike, but so were the other Demon Generals and high-level Lunar Monsters who had heard of the Moon Realm Calamity’s infamy.

They couldn’t believe that this was the legendary Moon Realm Calamity, the one who had slaughtered countless high-level Lunar Monsters and even defeated more than ten Void Sovereigns.

The few people present who had fought William were shocked as well.

While it was true that it was futile for the other party to face four legions alone, this didn’t mean that they couldn’t even withstand a strike from Carnage.

In fact, they had let it charge forward because they wanted to see how confident the other party was and whether he had any trump cards.

But now it seemed that he couldn’t even withstand a single strike from Carnage, let alone have a backup plan. This was something that would have been unimaginable over a thousand years ago.

Carnage, who had delivered the strike, was the most shocked of all.

“Are you messing with me?!” it roared at William, who had been sent flying ten meters away.

“Coward! Where are your fancy tricks? Where are your weak spells? Use them all! Are you trying to insult me by only using your physical strength against me?!”

Carnage looked at William, who had a faint smile on his face, and continued with a ferocious expression.

Standing in front of the legion in an exaggerated dance dress, Mrs Swelling whispered to Erosion, “Is he really planning on sending himself to his death?”

Erosion, who had fought the Moon Realm Calamity in the past, knew his combat style too well. It was a style that made all preparations in advance and ensured that everything went according to plan.