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Chapter 718 - 390: The Battle of Legends

Chapter 718: Chapter 390: The Battle of Legends

Inside Xiao Ye’s small backpack, there were a lot of snacks and candies.

She thought of letting her long-unseen kin taste human snacks and brought many with her.

Regrettably, her kind actions had no effect as the kin she encountered either wanted to take her life or devour her consciousness.

Fortunately, amongst those snacks, there was also a pitch-black feather mixed in.

It was someone’s debt to a teammate and an act of goodwill towards Xiao Ye.

It was the body of a world totem god and the Divine Spirit Feather he hunted down.

The usurper could use the Divine Spirit Feather to leave behind their Divinity and a fragment of consciousness.

As a necessary projection when needed, it could help Xiao Ye through a difficult passage.

At this moment, with Rorodoa’s actions, the feather transformed into a huge, blurred-faced shadow in an instant.

At the same time, a wild, sinister, and cold aura emerged, violently tearing apart the entire treehouse.

"Laozi advises you to be good!"

Giant winged humanoid shadows emitted a nightmarish hum, overwhelming all the sounds of slaughter on the battlefield.

Whether it was elves or humans, they were all horrified by the distant shadow. Even the Rorodoa avatars who were being besieged and held back had serious expressions as they looked at the distance.

The terrifying thing had already appeared, and all living beings were instinctively stopping their attacks due to their unease towards the slaughterer.

"That is... That is!"

Gazing at the distant, black figure with giant wings and holding a long sword.

Both elves and humans felt their hearts skip a beat.

They knew who it was – a statue of his being stood at the gates of every human city.

A hundred and fifty years ago, the northwest of the Wode Continent was turned into a hell by some terrifying being.

The humanoid catastrophe that emerged from an unknown location summoned demons to seize cities, devour civilians, and create ghouls.

In less than three days, over a dozen cities in the northwest of the Wode Continent had fallen.

Neither the hero-level adventurers of that time nor the official army dispatched by the kingdom could avoid being devoured by them.

At that time, Rorodoa naturally received an invitation but couldn’t leave the Divine Tree. Instead, he used the excuse of not having fully recovered from his injuries and sent the Elf Navy to assist.

Of course, everything failed.

Just as mankind was in despair.

A powerful hero appeared.

As for how he appeared, it remains to be investigated.

Some say he suddenly appeared in a great nation’s treasury. He might have been summoned by a particular treasure.

Others say that a great nation succeeded in summoning a warrior at the cost of half their treasury.

There are also rumors that he was caught stealing from the treasury by the king and reluctantly helped him out by clinging to his thigh.

Anyway, he appeared.

With wings, holding a long sword. With unstoppable power, he stained the sky with the blood of those terrifying creatures.

Afterwards, the hero vanished without a trace. All the kingdoms explored but couldn’t find any signs of him.

In order to commemorate this angel-like figure, people called him the Battle Angel.

His image was used to create Hero Statues that were admired by the world.

He was one of the seven legendary heroes revered by humans in this world, the Battle Angel!

No... It should be said that it was the Death God in black clothes.

At this moment, he... finally arrived. And he fought a legendary figure like Rorodoa, a stone statue like the Great Sage of the Elves!

"You are... the Battle Angel! Actually a God’s Chosen? No, a Divinity?"

Rorodoa’s face was gloomy; as soon as the shadow appeared, he couldn’t care about Xiao Ye, and escaped the treehouse.

But his arm was still pierced by the long sword that burst from the opponent’s fingertips.

What should have been a small wound that would heal instantly, was now being quickly overrun by some black patterns spreading across the wound.

Even though he had the massive life energy and Divinity support from the Divine Tree, which allowed him to quickly recover even after his head was cut off, he was now unable to heal this small wound.

Moreover, it even affected the Divine Tree itself. Several one-meter-wide, hundred-meter-long black cracks appeared on the massive tree trunk.

That was death... a withering and more terrifying death than the Grip of the Underworld King!

Even the Elf Divine Tree had to pay a price to stop the spread of this power.

"Being able to summon a legendary hero, I indeed underestimated you, Guardian. You actually received the favor of such an existence." Rorodoa sneered, somehow discerning the status of the shadow in front of him.

It was just a projection of Divinity, not as strong as the real body, and its existence wouldn’t last long.

It would only attack those who harmed the Guardian according to the remaining consciousness, and that was himself.

However, the cold aura was too dangerous. Even a short-term attack could be enough to kill the enemy.

"No wonder you were able to kill those three terrible guys back then." Rorodoa’s arm was covered with black patterns, half of his face as well.

"This sword, which contains the concept of death, is indeed difficult to resist. Fortunately, I was prepared."

Meanwhile, one of the three Rorodoa avatars, which were continuously and densely attacked by adventurers, twitched and black patterns appeared on its body.

Letting the adventurers cut him into eight sections, he didn’t regenerate anymore. Instead, he turned into a broken wooden statue.

The adventurers attacking wildly didn’t notice immediately.

Because the avatars regenerated quickly, whether they were blown in half by magic or sword cuts, they would recover in the next second.

The adventurers couldn’t afford any delay, with the front-line troops resisting the Divine Tree Guardians and treants.

The rear troops were frantically killing Rorodoa time and time again.

Neither side was safe.

The front was taking on enemies in desperate hand-to-hand combat, while the rear couldn’t afford a single mistake. They had to keep Rorodoa from freeing his hands to unleash magic, which would result in their annihilation.

So when the avatar died, the adventurers didn’t notice.

Not until an adventurer smashed the last piece with a hammer and didn’t see Rorodoa regenerate did he excitedly yell, "This avatar is dead!"

"Good...Well done!"

"Keep going! My hands are numb from chopping!"

"The legendary hero, the Battle Angel, has descended. Rorodoa is doomed!"

"Brothers, work harder!"

The adventurers shouted, their fighting spirit soaring.

On the other hand, the black patterns on Rorodoa’s main body disappeared, and his wounds began to heal.

He directly let the avatar die instead.

That was his parallel consciousness, and as the main body, he had absolute control over it.

But this further weakened him. Originally, he could use five parallel consciousnesses plus his main body to simultaneously release six different types of magic, which made him extremely formidable.

Now that two of them were dead, he could no longer reach his peak.

"Losing two parallel consciousnesses has cost me a lot." Rorodoa floated in midair, looking at the shadow nearby: "But who can stop me once you disappear?"

"Hehehehe." The shadow laughed crazily: "Killing you before disappearing is enough!"

Then, in the next moment, legends fought legends.

Battle Angel versus the Elf Great Sage, Rorodoa!