Chapter 830: Chapter 815: Abandonment

In front, there was the Golden Arrow, and behind, the Soul-Stealing Puki. Yet, the Demon King, in order to temporarily limit Link, found himself similarly immobile.

Gululu—

A pile of slime cores, in assorted colors of red and green, floated out from the Demon King’s body, densely stacked on his surface, forming a layer of slime garment that conveniently blocked the extending touch of that Puki.

At the moment of contact, several slimes’ fragile false souls shattered, the slime cores lost vitality, and large swathes of slime simultaneously dripped away.

That Puki, too, after using the [Soul Touch], turned into an empty shell and fell to the dust.

The Demon King fended off the most threatening Puki, but the cost was the Golden Arrow tearing through the hastily erected shield and exploding in front of him.

The explosion overturned everything around, even damaging most of the teleportation array condensed beneath the Demon King.

The Demon King did not give up; as the temporary teleportation array broke, he was continuously repairing it. Before the aftermath of the explosion had dissipated, the teleportation array was nearly restored to its original state.

This all happened in a very short span of time. Just as the Demon King was completing the repair, Link suddenly wrenched one hand free from the slime’s bind.

That hand, imbued with unmatched power, was raised high, clenched into a fist, suspended in midair.

If this punch were to land, there is no doubt that both the Demon King and teleportation array would shatter together.

"Link!" At the critical juncture, the Demon King’s angry roar silenced the battlefield’s noise, "Will you still allow the powerless gods to have their way, to let the tragedy of Bai Nian Village repeat until everything ends?"

Bai Nian Village.

The name of this village, spoken by the Demon King, caused Link’s actions to halt.

He had no memory of this village, but his chest felt as if it had been stabbed, causing him intense pain.

In the brief moment of Link’s hesitation, the temporary teleportation array beneath him was finally fully repaired, lighting up anew, with magic power surging in from all sides.

Link, regaining his senses, finally swung his fist down, but it was just a fraction too late; the light swallowed both his and the Demon King’s figures.

Several Pukis, originally sprinting towards them, slowed down and eventually stopped at the spot where they vanished, scratching their mushroom caps with their tentacles.

Why is there a villain’s monologue plot scene here?

That former Hero named Link, too, hesitated at the crucial moment, wasting the chance created by himself and Sofia’s thrilling combo.

Suddenly, a Puki raised its short leg, brushed aside the dust on the ground, and found a Memory Crystal.

Lin Jun recalled that it seemed to have been taken out by the Demon King earlier to persuade Link, only to have accidentally dropped it during the fierce battle.

Could it contain the mysterious agreement between the two?

The Memory Crystal had slight cracks, hoping it could still be used normally...

One Puki shoved it into its belly, then turned and burrowed into the underground network—not the time for checking now.

Link and the Demon King left, but the war in Oath City was not over yet.

After the Demon King disappeared, the Empire army seemed to have their backbone removed.

Initially, they still hoped for the Demon King’s return, but before long, the soldiers began looking at each other, eyes filled with confusion and increasingly impossible to hide fear.

The invasion of the Empire’s heartland by Fungus Castle had already unsettled them, and after the Demon King’s arrival, they only managed to keep fighting through blind trust and admiration for the Demon King.

However, the Demon King was first brutally suppressed by Link before their eyes, and now he vanished along with Link.

Panic spread through the ranks.

"Calm down! Hold steady!" Darean, with his body full of wounds, pushed aside his trusted aide who tried to support him and painstakingly strode to the forefront, "The Lord Demon King has already dealt with Link. Before he returns, we must fulfill our mission and completely capture Oath City!"

As he spoke, a tide of blood surged upward from beneath his feet, covering the sky and appearing like in full glory.

However, two crisp shattering sounds came from the sky.

Immediately, thunderous lighting and four beams of sword light descended directly onto the tide of blood Darean had just stirred up.

The blood tide was shattered, the crimson liquid exploded into a rain of blood dropping everywhere.

The Sword Saint and Number Ten stood side by side with their mushroom caps, confronting Darean from afar.

Marshal Puki also trotted out from inside the city, found a suitable position, and stood between the two mushrooms, with mighty mushroom presence spreading out, delivering another heavy blow to the Empire soldiers’ morale.

Darean took half a step back, his expression turning grim.

Disregarding the mushroom in the red cloak for the moment, the Sword Saint and Number Ten, each possessed the strength to confront him head-on, let alone together, and at his injured state.

"Where is Sigmund? Where did he go?"

Alas, there was no one beside him able to answer that question.

As Darean urgently pondered his strategies, he suddenly noticed starlight flickering in the sky.

Not stars, but arrows!

Countless magic arrows poured down like a torrential rain, falling into the area where the Empire army was the densest, arrowheads penetrating armors, screams rang incessantly. Already unstable due to low morale, the troops fell into chaos trying to dodge the arrow rain.

This chaos made it difficult to reorganize.

And the last straw that broke the camel’s back also appeared at this time.

Loud hoofbeats came from behind a large slope on the side of the Empire army.

In the moonlight, a moose appeared on the hilltop, antlers like halberds, the knight on its back equipped with the standard Longbow and Curved Saber of the Forest Patrol.

Then the second head, the third head, the don’t-know-how-many head...

"Mushroom Lord—!" No. 1 stood on the deer antlers with short legs, massively excited, its mushroom cap trembling, "Your most capable No. 1 is here!"

With a forceful swing of its tentacle forward, the Forest Patrol behind it remained still.

Ke, behind Number One, squint his eyes, quickly swept over the battlefield situation, then raised the Elf Longsword high, his voice full and compelling, echoing across the entire battlefield: "Elves, follow me, rescue our allies, and exterminate the enemies!"

"Rescue our allies, exterminate the enemies!"

The charge of the moose rumbled across the earth like thunder.

Shi Wu also emerged at this time, bringing with him a few remnants from within the city.

The Empire army was already disorganized, and in the face of this force, it almost immediately collapsed without any resistance.

The demon race soldiers discarded their weapons, turned over their supplies, shoved their comrades, fleeing toward the rear.

Shields were trampled into the mud, banners were torn down, officers’ shouts drowned in the flood of retreat.

All hope was lost, Darean stood in place, painfully closing his eyes.

When those blood-red eyes reopened, they were calm.

He did not run, instead gathering the blood of the fallen once more, resolutely heading toward those strong adversaries encircling him.

The tide of blood surged and shattered amidst sword light and magic, reformed and shattered again, repeating this cycle until it finally dissipated, just like the Empire army under his command that had been hunted down to the last by the Forest Patrol.

Farther south, Duke Levi, still struggling against the endlessly coming Puki army, was not faring any better.

The battlefield of Oath City had collapsed; trapped between attacks from both sides, he could only abandon his troops, fleeing in haste with just a small number of blood kin toward the direction of the Empire.

...

The heavy rain poured down, and a barefoot figure, stumbling through the waterlogged forest, struggled forward towards the High Castle Fortress.

Looking back, was a forest so dense it obscured any sign of the path he had come.

But even having fled this far, Sigmund did not feel as if he had shaken off danger.

He could sense it, sense that he was within the Fungal Network, with countless hidden fungal mats beneath the nearby tree roots.

Mycelium had repaired his damaged body but deepened the fear in his heart.

Vaguely, he felt like he had returned to the days of slavery, life and death at others’ mercy, powerless to help himself.

In fact, his present situation was worse than back then.

He was acutely aware that he probably couldn’t escape, his terrifying roommate couldn’t possibly let him slip away so easily.

Yet, deep within, there was still a flicker of hope.

As long as... as long as he could reach High Castle Fortress, there, with a special Puki, he could have the mycelium on him devoured, giving a slim chance of turning the situation around.

Fueled by a defiant spirit, Sigmund fled all the way here.

However, the sound of footsteps splashing through water ahead crushed his last shred of hope.

Blocking his path was a knight, gripping a greatsword, clad entirely in heavy armor.

No subordinates accompanied the knight, only a single person, but upon seeing this figure, Sigmund nonetheless chuckled.

"Is the last person I see actually you? Disgusting."

The knight lowered the visor, revealing the serious face of Alama.

Only, seeing the mycelium on that face made Sigmund laugh even harder.

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