Gray-black lightning flashed.
Several pirates were instantly reduced to ash.
A melodious song, tinged with a hint of green, spread out, and everyone immediately felt their bodies brimming with strength and spirits.
The guards who had fallen to the ground stood up again, their bodies pierced with tiny needles.
There was a buzzing sound, and the aircraft emitted a rumbling sound.
A barrage of fire from over a dozen aircraft swept through, instantly riddling the unsuspecting people like sieves.
A figure in a gray robe waved his hand gently.
A thin dark green shield blocked the front, blocking all the bullets.
The pirates and cultists who had been charging immediately retreated behind the shield, engaging in a stalemate with Alka and his men.
From the main seat, Kalutto watched Alka's teammates emerge one after another.
Many tiny figures also appeared in the sky.
The guards, having also been treated, rose to their feet and stood behind Alka.
The original advantage was instantly neutralized.
"Coincidence? Or did you foresee my arrival?" Kaluo asked, looking at Alka and the others.
After all, Alka and the others didn't look like they were ambushing, but rather had arrived in a hurry, which made him unsure for a moment.
But the timing of their arrival seemed too coincidental. They had clearly scouted the area beforehand, and there weren't any powerful guards nearby.
Alka looked at him and smiled slightly. "You're unlucky."
"Hmph." Kaluo snorted, saying nothing more.
"Go to hell!"
With a roar, a flood of blood-red aura and patterns covered his entire body. The demonic horns sprouted from his head, faintly emitting a red glow.
With a slight scream, a pair of wide, demonic bat wings sprouted from his back.
He was completely demonized, becoming a demon.
His strength instantly broke through to the fifth stage.
The moment he transformed, his wings fluttered, and he was shrouded in blood-red robes as he charged towards Alka.
The surrounding cultists rushed out, no longer concealing their strength.
A large number of fourth-stage demons emerged, and Alka and his men seemed to be outnumbered and outclassed.
The demon, clad in blood-red robes, Karuto, moved at breakneck speed and reached Alka in an instant.
Watching the blood-red claws about to claw at his head, blue stars of light gathered on Alka's right fist. He swung his fist, slamming it hard against his palm, and the powerful force instantly collided and spread outward.
Alka took a few steps back, looking at Kalutor, who stood still. Kalutor chuckled and said to Alka, "Now it's your turn to run."
Although his strength had been forcibly boosted to the fifth stage, he lacked many offensive means at this stage. But at least his physical fitness and the purity of his magic were genuine.
"I won't be a coward and run away like a dog with its tail between its legs." Alka taunted the opponent slightly, then immediately transformed into a meteor and crashed into it.
Facing the meteor, Kalutor also didn't dodge, his blood-red robes completely enveloping him. Even his bat wings were wrapped together, forming a spiral drill, colliding with the meteor.
This time, even with Alka's scepter-level galaxy transformed meteor, he found it difficult to resist.
After all, the enemy's strength was a whole stage higher than his.
The spiral's pressure began to transmit through the meteor's barrier and reach Alka. The situation here was stalemate.
Across the battlefield, the situation wasn't looking good either.
Juanlu and the burly man with the broadsword were locked in a fierce battle.
Three maws, each the size of a head, bit into the man's body, tearing at his flesh and blood, circling him with their nimble bodies.
At this moment, Juanlu's body was coated in a layer of metal. He struck the broadsword hard with his long stick.
The broadsword, already only half broken, was once again chipped.
The battlefield was littered with corpses.
The burly man grabbed one at random and began tearing into it right in front of Juanlu's eyes.
He absorbed the flesh and blood from the corpse, replenishing his energy.
Julia sang continuously, red and green coins tumbling around her. Red and green energy transformed into various buffs, spreading out with the song. Strengthening the physical fitness of everyone present.
Matlisa controlled the needle treatments, while the vines below, under her control, constantly restrained the enemies on the field. Despite her distracted operation, this was the limit of her ability.
Many of the enemies were at the fourth stage, and Sofia and the others had not yet fully entered the fourth stage.
There was a significant gap between them.
Even with coordinated efforts, they were still beginning to lose strength.
"Almost there, hold on a little longer!" Sofia said.
He had clearly sensed the reinforcements approaching from afar.
"Use all your strength to kill them!" Kalutto roared.
Then his strength increased again.
The giant blood-red claws crossed and swung fiercely, leaving bloodstains on Alka's body and his clothes tattered. "Die, and then your brother!" he shouted, turning to look at Narvi, who was helping the guards resist.
Faced with the sudden attack, the sparks of light on Alka's body suddenly vanished.
Then, sharp claws pierced his chest.
A large amount of blood gushed out of his chest.
"Hahahaha! The leader is dead! Now it's your turn!" Kalutor laughed.
Alka had been blessed by the flower fairy and was the leader of Sofia and his men. Seeing this, the guards' morale instantly plummeted.
Alutor ripped Alka's heart from his chest and licked the blood from it.
Suddenly, the heart in his hand vanished, and the blood vanished in an instant.
Before Kalutor could react, a large amount of pink mist erupted, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.
Mirror after mirror appeared across the battlefield, standing around them.
Then, the water beneath their feet rippled and suddenly flipped.
They were all shrouded in a world within the mirrors.
The world within the mirrors was now shrouded in mist, pitch black.
Suddenly, everyone heard a snap of fingers.
The world within the mirrors fell into complete darkness.
But Alka regained clear vision.
"You think you've caught me, finished me off? Has becoming a demon also messed with your brain?"
Hearing the voice behind him, Kalutor swung back fiercely.
A large number of blood-red blades swirled around.
However, none of them struck Alka; all that was left was a foggy vision.
In an instant, the disadvantage had become an advantage.
The pervasive pink mist, combined with the pitch-black surroundings, left the enemy helpless.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed from all around.
Everyone enveloped in the mist instantly glanced around with alarm.
But they had no idea who the enemy was.
A silver card flew past, and even though Kaluto sensed it and quickly dodged, the card still cut a long wound on his arm.
Thick blood, like magma, flowed out.
"Attack from a distance, or directly underwater! This world has transparent walls!" A deep, intermittent voice echoed.
The speaker was an elderly woman in a gray robe.
A glass card, patterned with red flames, was thrust into the woman's back.
Before the old woman could scream, a flash of red light appeared, and a massive explosion echoed.
A massive flame engulfed the old woman and the cult image surrounding her, but it also momentarily illuminated the surroundings.
"How nosy!"
Arka's voice echoed within the space.
These cultists weren't all mentally ill. They'd only been inside for a short while, and they'd already found an opportunity to break free.
Kalutor had heard this and suddenly opened his mouth, emitting a massive burst of magma energy.
Just as the old woman had predicted, the gushing energy instantly struck the transparent barrier, impacting its upper surface and causing cracks to appear.
However, the gushing energy abruptly ceased.
Kalutor suddenly lowered his head and fell into a deep sleep.
Several cards flew past and pierced his body.
The explosion rang out again. The force of this explosion sent billowing clouds of smoke and ripples emanating from the surrounding pink mist.
At the same time, the violent explosion shattered the entire mirror world.
Instantly, everyone within the mirror was thrown back into the real world.
Back in the real world, the darkness and fog vanished in an instant, allowing everyone to clearly see the battlefield.
In just a moment, over a dozen pirates and cultists had been killed.
Kalutor, transformed into a demon, had one of his horns severed by the explosion, but it was clear he was still able to move.
Orange eyes, filled with rage, glared at Alka.
Alka, now sporting crystal-like antlers, beamed at the crowd.
"Die!"
Roaring
Kalutor, seemingly overcome by inexplicable rage, charged at Alka once again. This time, Alka didn't dodge. Suddenly, a large number of vines emerged from the water below and bound Kaluo.
Though his immense strength managed to free him in an instant, the pink mist had already entwined him, instantly slowing him down.
A scorching hammer slammed down on him, plunging him directly into the water. A massive splash of water rained down on everyone.
One could even feel the slight warmth of the falling raindrops.
One of Kaluo's wings was bent by the blow, dangling from his back like a kite with its wings cut off.
"Are you Kaluo? Why do you look like this?" Rikai asked disdainfully, stomping Kaluo's head under his feet. He then raised his massive hammer, ready to finish him off.
At that moment, a blood-red aura erupted from beneath his feet, sending Rikai careening forward.
Alat, who had arrived out of nowhere, appeared behind Rickey and blocked him.
"Be careful, you damned fellow!"
"Your mouth stinks, but thanks."
Rickey said, standing up with his hammer.
At this moment, after being attacked and beaten from all sides, Kalutor was already on the verge of death. But as the water fell, his appearance had completely changed. Huge blood-red bat wings appeared behind him.
The demon's wings were much larger than before, and covered in patterns.
The blood-red robe clung to the bat wings, clinging to them, carrying a blood-red trail.
And the pair of massive demonic horns still stood beautifully on his head, and the demon's stature instantly grew taller.
He exuded a powerful aura.
Clearly, he was no longer Kalutor. The aura he exuded fully confirmed this.
Rikai and Alati looked at him warily.
"Are you the Devouring Mouth?"
"Oh? Someone actually recognized me! It seems the damage I inflicted on this world remains in your hearts. Hahaha!"
The demonic laugher known as the Devouring Mouth, possessing Kalutto's body, said.
"Evil demon! Die!"
A golden light suddenly rose violently from Alati's body, transforming into a golden film that clung to his body. His weapon transformed into a lightsaber.
At this moment, a flaming crown appeared above his head, floating above him.
He could sense the aura of a treasure emanating from it.
Rike raised his hammer without a word. The hammer had already expanded, revealing a fist-sized, irregular stone at its core.
The stone was a treasure.
Instantly, the two men unleashed their full might and charged directly towards the Devouring Mouth.
"Two little bugs."
With that, the bat wings behind him instantly deformed and twisted, carrying blood-red lines, transforming into a magnificent blade, which then lashed out like a whip.
The two raised their weapons to block, but the overwhelming force instantly forced them back several steps before they could stop themselves.
"This little bit of power won't punish a demon like me," the Devouring Mouth said with a grin, opening its mouth.
A long, blood-red tongue darted out from its crimson maw and licked its lips.
Orange-yellow magma flowed from its mouth, dripping into the water and sending up clouds of steam.
Then he turned to the cultists following him and asked, "What are you still standing there for?"
"By the Lord's grace!"
"The evil spirit is born!"
A flood of evil prayers echoed behind them, and a figure in a gray robe and a black robe instantly transformed into a state of possession by an evil deity.
A sickening aura emanated, instantly raising their strength to the fifth stage.
A large amount of negative energy began to spread around them.
At some point, a massive figure emerged from the water. A faceless head, a massive mouth jutting from its belly.
Someone's leg was bitten from its belly.
Suddenly, a thorny thorn protruded from the water and wrapped around the demon's body.
Feeling the thorny thorn, the demon instantly transformed its bare hands into blood-red energy and tore it apart.
The gardener, Furna, clad in a flowery robe, approached, following a blooming flower.
"Are you the evil demon who wants to disrupt our Lord's resurrection?"
"Why are you all coming here? What a miscalculation!"
The demon thought helplessly.
Then the cultists and the reinforcements immediately engaged in a fierce battle. Alka and the others also joined the fray, and the entire battlefield suddenly became chaotic.
A flood of negative energy spread around with the arrival of the evil gods.
The already lush green water turned somewhat murky and grimy.
But even as Alka fought, he frowned in thought.
Something was wrong.
Something was terribly wrong.
How had they inexplicably entered a decisive battle?
Now, both sides had clearly reached their inexplicable final moments.
Alka had originally thought this was just a surprise attack by Kalutor.
But it seemed they had stumbled right into the crucial goal Kalutor and his men were aiming to achieve.
And this goal was so crucial that Kalutor dared not give up, even allowing the Devouring Mouth to directly take over his body.
And while these cultists were formidable, they clearly didn't live up to their expectations.
While the powerful were almost all gathered here, what about the less powerful?
And in the Land of Fragrance, there were still the supremely powerful Great Gardeners guarding the last remaining spot.
Thinking of this, Alka's worries eased slightly.
At this moment, the Silent Saint finally arrived.
Countless golden chains shot out from the sky, wrapping around the demon.
The Devouring Mouth clung to Kalutor's body. He was, after all, a mortal. He struggled mightily, breaking most of the chains. But some still clung to him, unable to break free.
Arati swung the holy blade across his body, leaving a long, thin wound diagonally across his waist, spilling a flood of molten blood.
The demon's long, slender tail lashed out, sending Arati flying.
"What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?"
The demon roared.
At the same time, everyone looked up at the sky. A surge of energy emanated from various locations in the distance.
It was some kind of large-scale ritual.
As expected, many minions attacked from other directions.
As the ritual suddenly began, the cloud of negative energy that had been floating in the sky was instantly drained away by the prepared ritual.
The powerful beings possessed by the evil spirit had already presided over the ritual.
Everyone sensed a vast black mist spreading, like billowing black smoke. Then, they seemed to be dragged into some strange place.
The feeling was so familiar that Alka immediately knew they had dragged the battlefield into a dream.
Dragged into a dream?
The entire area they were in had fallen into the dream, rapidly descending.
These rituals were meant to drag them into the dream.
Stupefied for a moment, Alka didn't know whether to stop them.
Didn't they know he was one of the Dream Kings?
Alka stood there, slightly bewildered.
Even Sofia and the others, who knew Alka well, sensed this familiar presence and turned to look at him questioningly.
This sensation brought back memories of events long ago.
Were they asking him if this was his doing?
Alka shook his head silently.
It was clear he wasn't behind the billowing black smoke.
It suddenly occurred to him that his status as a Dream King was relatively unknown. Aside from Sofia and his teammates, very few knew this information.
This was Alka's most solid intelligence.
With the surge of negative energy, more black fog descended.
The area around them was being dragged into the dream realm at an ever-increasing rate.
The surrounding environment suddenly became bizarre, rapidly transforming into a half-real, half-spiritual environment.
Strangely, no dream creatures invaded.
Those dream creatures shouldn't be so docile.
As they rapidly descended, the spreading black fog began to thin out, and the surrounding environment was gradually transforming into a dream.
Observing the surrounding situation, the demon frowned.
"Did this coward finally escape?"
At this moment, the Nightmare known as the Coward was hidden in the distant nightmare realm.
Observing the battle here.
Observing Alka.
Finally, a smile appeared on his face.
"You damned demon, you'll soon realize how foolish you are. I'll definitely remember that damned expression of yours.
Hahahaha..."
The Nightmare within the Nightmare Realm laughed maniacally, his voice filled with the pleasure of revenge.