Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 614: Chapter 382 Devil_2

“No worries, as long as I’m here,” Logan said. His defense barrier was vast, covering anyone within a hundred miles easily. He estimated the barrier’s range to be tens of thousands of meters, so a hundred miles was definitely feasible, and he was certain that eighty miles could surely be encompassed for added security.

Logan quickly left to prepare to support the major lords. He didn’t want the disciples from the various sects to be annihilated in the battle against the Demonic Sky Gate, as even if the Western Wasteland forces won, it would only be a Pyrrhic victory. The cost would be too great.

Meanwhile, on another front, the three great lords continued to execute Logan’s plan, continuously allowing the Demonic Sky Gate forces to push deeper, isolated from their main force. After over a dozen rounds of tug-of-war, they successfully drew the enemy several dozen miles forward. However, it became clear that the Demonic Sky Gate had caught on to their intent.

After that, no matter how much they tried, the Demonic Sky Gate didn’t fall for their tricks anymore. Cain Scarlet and the others felt quite helpless but had no choice but to keep fighting. Since a majority of the sects had already pledged allegiance to the Demonic Sky Gate, their side was left with barely four to five thousand people.

On the other hand, the Demonic Sky Gate had an army of thirty thousand. The six-fold difference in number meant it didn’t take long before they were being beaten back, losing over two thousand in the process. The battle was exceptionally brutal, with more than thirty Strong Dominators fallen.

While the remaining lords and sect leaders were better off, the remaining two thousand had lost their will to fight. They dared not confront the disciples of the Demonic Sky Gate. Even Bryan Wesler and others were fighting only because of their unwavering trust in Logan, which empowered them to remain fearless.

“Prepare to fight with your lives!” Cain Scarlet took a deep breath. If it took Logan too long to arrange the array, they had to sacrifice themselves to prevent anyone from disturbing Logan. If they perished but Logan managed to save the Western Wasteland, it would all be worthwhile.

With Logan’s strength, it took him less than half an hour to reach the battlefield, where the once several thousand strong were now less than a thousand. Facing the onslaught of the Demonic Sky Gate, the great lords were exhausting their energy, looking as spent as if at the end of a hard-fought battle.

They were a hundred miles away, and if the Demonic Sky Gate advanced another twenty miles, they would reach the center of the defense barrier. Now that the Demonic Sky Gate refused to move forward, the great lords felt both helpless and disheartened. Logan shrugged his shoulders; everything still depended on him.

Logan suddenly appeared on the battlefield and laughed, “Yo, is that the Demonic Sky Gate over there? It seems that you folks from the Demon Path are no different from ordinary cultivators. You may think you have the upper hand now, but you’re actually nothing. I treat all of you as a joke.”

“Who are you?” Azrael Skyward frowned. He was on the verge of slaughtering the great lords and sect leaders after gaining a significant advantage, and the sudden appearance of this young man, with his taunting words, was infuriating.

“Who am I?” Logan chuckled dismissively and after clearing his throat, he said, “Your Vice Sect Leader died at my hands, and so did one of your Grand Elders. With that, you still don’t know who I am? I find that quite pathetic. Are you really fit to be the leader of the Demonic Sky Gate?”

Logan sized up the power of his adversary, a mere Quasi-Saint Realm. Even if stronger than an average Quasi-Saint, they were nothing to fear in his eyes. His arrogance was merely a ploy to provoke his enemy into a frenzied pursuit.

“So, you’re Logan. Today is the day you will die,” said Azrael Skyward, his eyes blazing with rage upon discovering Logan’s identity. After all, Logan offended the Demonic Sky Gate time and again, despite not being part of any force in the Western Wasteland. It was unbearable.

Watching his enemy seethe with rage, Logan secretly rejoiced. He kept taunting to make the opponent lose more of their reason, while giving signals to Cain Scarlet and the others to quickly retreat with their people. Only then could his plan be executed successfully.

Cain Scarlet and the others understood and began to retreat with the remaining thousand soldiers and wounded, abandoning all caution. Although they were concerned for Logan, the confidence in his eyes reassured them that there shouldn’t be a problem. Logan certainly had a backup plan.

It was rumored that with the Saint Seat Rune in Logan’s hands, overpowering those below the rank of the Holy See was a simple task, let alone since that particular Sanctuary Powerhouse from the Demonic Sky Gate had not arrived. Witnessing a severely weakened Cain Scarlet and his companions fleeing, Azrael Skyward, after a moment of stunned silence, threw caution to the wind and attacked Logan with everything he had.

It was because of this man’s interference that his plan was disrupted. How could he command the respect of the Disciples of the Demonic Sky Gate if he did not slay Logan today? The attack of a Quasi-Saint was naturally overwhelmingly powerful, and Azrael Skyward’s strength was much greater than that of an ordinary Quasi-Saint.

In truth, there were different levels within the Quasi-Saint Realm. An ordinary Quasi-Saint was a significant step away from the Saint Seat, while someone like Azrael Skyward, who had already reached the Great Perfection of the Quasi-Saint, could even be considered a Saint, only lacking a bit of opportunity to witness the Great Law, thus he had remained at the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Logan took out the Saint Seat Rune again, and as soon as the Holy See’s attack was imminent, he released it. The violently attacking Azrael Skyward was caught off guard and suddenly felt as if his entire body was on fire. The burning pain made him furrow his brow, indeed proving the power of the Saint Seat Rune.

“Apart from relying on this Divine Rune, what else can you do? Even if the Holy See infused power into the Rune, it can’t be used endlessly,”

Azrael Skyward’s gaze was distant, and he was not intimidated by the Divine Rune in Logan’s hand. On the contrary, he believed that there were only a few strikes left in the Rune because it had been used before to slay the Vice Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate, and now it was used against him. He predicted it would soon be nothing more than a useless piece of paper.

Logan had to admit that the Sect Leader of Demonic Sky Gate indeed had some intelligence. The Saint Seat Rune was effective, but when the Mountain Saint Taoist had given it to him, he had clearly stated that it could only unleash ten attacks of the Holy See’s power. Now, Logan was down to the last three or four.

But Logan was not concerned, for he had never relied on the Saint Seat Rune. Besides, his true intent was merely to draw Azrael Skyward into a chase. Thus, Logan purposely displayed a shocked expression, allowing Azrael Skyward, who thought he had seen through Logan’s thoughts, to become even more smug.

Azrael Skyward’s attack came once more, and Logan countered with the Rune. The mighty power of the Holy See was not something a Quasi-Saint like Azrael Skyward could withstand, and he was struck once again. The scene was witnessed by many Disciples of the Demonic Sky Gate, who could not hide the disgrace on their faces.

Seeing that the moment was ripe, Logan intentionally pretended to be very afraid and said, “Oh no, the Rune has lost its power. What am I to do now?” Because he appeared so genuinely concerned, Azrael Skyward had not a shred of doubt but jeered at Logan with a satisfied look on his face.

What followed was naturally a chase. Looking at the direction of Logan’s hasty retreat, the current Azrael Skyward only wished to capture Logan and reduce him to a thousand pieces, so he pursued him relentlessly, not caring about potential traps, arrogantly believing the Western Wasteland had no strength to set up traps.

As for the over twenty thousand followers of the Demonic Sky Gate, they naturally followed their Sect Leader closely. Although Logan could have easily outpaced Azrael Skyward, he intentionally maintained a speed that was neither fast nor slow, keeping Azrael Skyward always a step behind but frustratingly unable to catch up.

After chasing for dozens of miles, an Elder of the Demonic Sky Gate sped up to catch up, “Sect Leader, we cannot continue this chase, it may be Logan’s trap.”

“What’s there to fear? With so many of us from the Demonic Sky Gate, are we afraid of a bunch of beaten soldiers?” Azrael Skyward dismissed the concern outright, not paying any heed to the Elder. He believed the remaining forces of the Demonic Sky Gate to be beneath concern and was solely fixated on capturing the detestable Logan.

In Logan’s original plan, retreating twenty miles would have sufficed, but the pursuit had unexpectedly led Azrael Skyward to follow for fifty miles. This made Logan’s heart blossom with joy, for the closer their proximity, the stronger the Barrier Screens became.