Chapter 432: The Battle Was About to End

The aftertaste of the explosion quickly dissipated.

Kant was still sitting on the saddle of his warhorse with his head held high, holding the Sword of King in his hand as he calmly looked ahead.

Right ahead, piles of golems were emitting black smoke with sizzling sounds. Most of their bodies were covered by the blood of demons that had a strong corrosive effect. Even mechanical creatures that were constructed with magic energy would be destroyed by the strong corrosion.

The specific composition of the golems was a mysterious mystery, but it did not affect the fact that such objects were half living organisms.

They were very similar to elemental creatures.

But they still considered as artificial intelligence.

Because the golems were constructed creatures that were controlled by mages, they did not have complete intelligence of their own. Most of them were pre-programmed to respond to tactical commands such as attack, defense, and retreat.

Of course, they did not hesitate to complete the movement command that was clearly suicidal.

They used their own bodies to block the explosion of the demon’s body.

They were strongly corroded.

Finally, they shattered.

They turned into a pile of useless stones on the ground.

Golems were naturally made of stone. Although there were various magic constructs in them and they were the fine product of the magic intelligence of the Enfath Empire, they were still not invincible.

Perhaps if the angels, dragons, titans and other creatures were here, they would be able to ignore the self-destruction of the demonic bodies.

But that was just a thought.

If Kant really had these troops, he did not need to be recruit the regular troop anymore. Sending out a dragon that could breathe fire and fly, had a huge body, was extremely strong in close combat, and also knew magic, it would probably be able to directly conquer a city or castle.

At the very least, Kant did not think that the current Dukedom of Leo was qualified to fight against such a terrifying existence!

Even if one were to think optimistically, even the demons would have to retreat in dejection under the invasion of the terrifying creatures from the world “Wind of War”.

After all, Kant had already sensed that this world had fallen into the end of magic era. It could be said that the abyssal demons, who had once fought with the ancient gods until both sides were destroyed, had been weaken by several levels.

The terrifying creatures who had once occupied the abyss and hell had completely lost their former might.

This conclusion could also be used to describe the gods.

One had to know.

The demons still showed themselves from time to time.

As for the ancient gods, they were still hiding somewhere.

Even in the depths of the Nahrin Desert, where the Holy City of Gold was located, those who occupied the place were actually the descendants of the ancient gods who had already become undead. Giving up the glory of the gods was equivalent to changing their identities.

Most importantly, the undead were also existences that gathered negative energy. They were almost the same as demons.

They were born to be the opposite of the glory of the gods!

“They are all enemies.” Kant spoke.

His two legs lightly knocked against the horse’s abdomen. The warhorse under him immediately stepped forward and came to the front of the figure that had already exploded. There was still half of his body left. He calmly held the reins.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile. “We meet again, Viscount Gibran.”

“Mm.”

That half of his body was Viscount Gibran.

He responded but did not breathe.

However, it could still be seen that his bloody chest was still rising and falling slightly, and red gas appeared in his nostrils. However, the fluctuations of his soul were already very weak. It could be said that he was like a dying old man.

He looked so miserable that people couldn’t bear to look at him directly.

However, Kant didn’t.

He didn’t look away.

Instead, he looked at Gibran who had his eyes closed and didn’t speak. He smiled and said, “Then, Viscount Gibran, can I go to Mountain of Death to visit the scenery there?”

“As you wish,” Viscount Gibran said straightforwardly.

He could not say much.

Because with this word, large mouthfuls of blood were gushing out of his mouth.

Kant lowered his head and the warhorse moved forward. The horse’s hooves brushed past Gibran’s head and stepped on him. The entire belly of the horse brushed past his body. This was an action that was close to humiliation, because only the defeated would pass under the belly of the horse.

Just like the humiliation of the crotch, to a noble, this was an incomparable insult.

If they could not take revenge, they could only redeem their already tarnished honor by committing suicide.

However, Viscount Gibran did not react. He just lay on the ground, covered in blood. The fluctuations of his soul became slower and slower. Finally, he turned his head to the side and completely lost his life force.

The Lion Knights and the Royal Knights came over and coldly observed the dead body that had completely lost its life force.

The mages nodded to each other.

Their senses were extremely strong.

Thus, they could confirm that Gibran, who was once their main enemy, was indeed dead.

Kant calmly nodded. He had already thought of this situation. He did not even care about the humiliation he had given him. Other than the completely dead body, only an extremely patient and ambitious person could do it.

Unfortunately, Gibran could be considered a crazy and famous general.

He could not be considered an ambitious person.

If that was really the case, then there would have been no need for Kant to continue his frenzied attack after finding out that it was him back in Avilis Castle.

Instead, he would directly mediate with Kant in Nali Village and explain the misunderstanding. He would not transform into his demon form and attack Kant. After his left arm was cut off, he still said such vicious words and expose the Mountain of Death’s headquarters.

Then, the headquarters of Mountain of Death would be destroyed, because the main force had been completely destroyed.

The steep mountain in front of them was wide open to Kant’s troops to advance.

He looked up.

He could still see many panicked fanatics running around on Mountain of Death.

Some fanatics did not participate in the previous battle, but when they saw that their side was defeated, those fanatics panicked and tried to escape. After all, there were not that many fanatics, and there were also many shallow believers.

However, Kant did not intend to give them a chance to escape.

He waved his hand forward.

Kant ordered, “Kill them all.”

“Yes!”

Baheshtur nodded and led the light cavalry to charge forward.

Furthermore, the Rhodok Footmen and the Ravenstern Rangers also followed behind. They stepped on the well-built mountain road and rushed towards the steep mountain peak of Mountain of Death.

At the top, there were still many buildings, similar to temples.

It was the Demon Worship Cult’s temple.

Everyone was expressionless.

They gripped their weapons tightly.

Because Kant’s order was very clear. He meant to kill without mercy, which meant to kill everyone!

For this evil Crimson Sect, in order to prevent it from bringing trouble to himself behind his back, Kant meant to kill everyone and directly destroy the sect physically.

Perhaps the spiritual inheritance could not be cut off as long as there was a devil.

However, by destroying the believers from the physical level, it could also cause these evil inheritances to suffer irreparable damage!

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