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Chapter 513 - 513 89 The Power of the Forbidden Spell_2

513: Chapter 89, The Power of the Forbidden Spell_2 513: Chapter 89, The Power of the Forbidden Spell_2 “Retreat!”

The Bimon Emperor issued the decisive order.

The enemy was not playing by the rules, they couldn’t stay here and be beaten anymore.

The likelihood of releasing forbidden spells in succession was low.

The forbidden spells of the fire and wind series had been released.

What about the magicians of the other series who hadn’t made their move yet?

Theoretically, as long as there are two Great Sorcerers or a dozen Sorcerers working together, supplemented by a large group of mages of the same system, it is possible to release a forbidden spell.

Of course, this minimal forbidden spell, not only its power is a downscaled version, but its casting time is also exceptionally long.

The human race gathering the forbidden spell so quickly just now, the power is not small among the forbidden spells, the powerhouses who made the play must not be just these.

Even if the two series were ruled out, the Bimon Emperor dared not stay for more battles.

Especially after sensing the subtle fluctuations in magic, he dared not linger here.

Deaths in war are common, but you can’t let soldiers die like this.

A forbidden spell took away tens of thousands of elites, let the human race’s mages take turns, and he might lose more than half of the elites he brought.

This trip was for baiting the enemy, not for contributing achievements to the enemy.

If this army were to be totally lost, the military power of the Orc Empire would directly drop by 30%.

The subsequent wars would not need to continue at all.

“The Bimon Emperor wants to run, chase him quickly!”

A surprised shout was heard as the Grandpa Knight Squad charged out.

The unyielding momentum was like a mountain pressing against the orc army.

In front of life, any orc who dared to block their steps would regret coming to this world.

The top-notch powerhouses who are rarely seen on normal days have become the vanguard of the army at this moment.

The real massacre has begun.

The orc soldiers responsible for the rear, who didn’t quite understand what was going on, fell directly into the arms of the orcs.

If the battlefield wasn’t too chaotic and they couldn’t find the Bimon Emperor’s specific location, they might have been able to leave the army and kill him.

“All troops, attack!”

Upon coming to his senses, Marshal Campbell quickly issued the order.

When it comes to the deepest grudge with the orcs, the Alpha Kingdom is definitely the top of the list.

How could the kingdom’s army miss such an opportunity to beat a drowning dog?

The enemy’s cavalry can be ignored, those guys are hard to chase; but as for the infantry who walk on two legs, Marshal Campbell is not going to let them go this time.

The enemy’s morale has been lost, and their combat power has been reduced by seven or eight tenths.

Total annihilation might not be realistic, but it is quite possible to cripple them.

Soldiers fail like a mountain, and Bimon Emperor, who sat in the central army, felt for the first time in a hundred years what it’s like to flee in panic.

He originally thought that after a good bloody battle, they would slowly fall into a disadvantage and then carry out strategic transfers to lure the enemy into their trap.

Unfortunately, no matter how cunning and deep he is, the Bimon Emperor still underestimated the allure of the longevity method.

The number of human high-levels lured out this time, whether in quantity or quality, exceeded his estimation.

Not to mention the heavy losses of the army, whether the traps set up could bury so many enemies, the Bimon Emperor had no confidence at all.

Looking back at the guys flying in the sky, the Bimon Emperor unconsciously accelerated his escape speed.

The scene was too brutal.

The Hawkmen Corps, who were responsible for harassing the enemy from the air and buying time for the army’s retreat, were directly ground into a bloody pulp by those old immortals.

A group of Sky Knights and Great Sorcerers were flying above, the Bimon Emperor felt only bitterness.

He blamed his ancestors for being prodigal, if it wasn’t for the Orc Empire leading the lower ranks, they wouldn’t be so bullied by the enemy.

Sending out powerhouses to intercept was not an option.

Although there were high-levels of the same level protecting him by the Bimon Emperor’s side, even he himself was not weaker than those guys, the difference in numbers between the two sides was just too great.

Rationality told him, Bimon Palace gathered these little family resources with great difficulty, it’s better not to waste them.

The chase continued, but the soldiers around the Bimon Emperor were becoming fewer and fewer, and the enemy’s pursuers were getting closer and closer.

Along the way, countless orc soldiers gave their lives to intercept the enemy and buy time for him to escape.

These military operations were all spontaneously organized by the most loyal commanders.

Those with ulterior motives had long been aware that the pursuers’ target was the Bimon Emperor, and they had already left the team.

Even though he knew that these actions by his direct subordinates were meaningless, the Bimon Emperor could only pretend not to see them.

It’s not easy to be bait, once the enemy notices something is wrong, all previous efforts will be wasted.

They are all old foxes, they have seen all kinds of situations at their age.

Those who could live until now, were not easy targets.

“They are getting closer, much closer!”

His destination was in sight, hope shone in the Bimon Emperor’s eyes.

Quicker, be quicker.

The Bimon beasts galloped, leaving the army behind, only a handful of top fighters able to keep up.

“Something seems off, the enemy is moving away from their army.

Do they really have the Bimon Emperor among them?

Truth or deception, real or fake.

The Bimon Emperor, that old fellow, is not lacking in commanding skills, it’s likely a trap!

Morrison, you know most about this old neighbour.

Do you have anything to say?”

An elder magician spoke up.

A member of the Alpha Kingdom’s retired royal family and one of its top powerhouses, Morrison had spent more than half of his life dealing with the Orcs, participating in countless battles big and small.

Hence, his understanding of the old adversary, Bimon Emperor, was nearly as intimate as knowing what the Emperor ate at each meal.

“He is still the old tyrant after all, so it is understandable that he has some special tactics.

Everyone needs to be careful and strike at the first sign of anything wrong.

I have a feeling that the enemy is deliberately leading us here, there might be something waiting for us in the valley ahead.”

Morrison’s words made everyone slightly tense.

However, at this point, retreat was impossible.

Their collective power gave them all the confidence they needed.

With so many top powerhouses gathered, even if the Orc Empire had laid a few Sanctuary Powerhouses in ambush, they could handle it.

On the Continent of Aslante, there was no place they couldn’t go.

If there really was such a place, it might be the legendary Dragon Island.

“Boom!”

A massive explosion sounded, dust and stones flying in the valley making it so thick that one couldn’t see its hand when extending it.

The sudden change shocked the Bimon Emperor and his party who had just entered the valley, their faces turned pale.

The enemy had yet to enter, but their attack had arrived first.

“Your Majesty, it seems that the enemy has sensed something and isn’t rushing in.

Start the blood sacrifice in advance!

At this distance, once the Door of Abyss opens, they can’t escape.

If we let them probe like this, our prepared sacrifices will be wasted, and we may not be able to summon enough powerful demons.”

The old priest’s reminder brought the Bimon Emperor back to reality immediately.

“Fine, you go and take charge!

Everyone else get ready, the moment the Door of Abyss opens, we have to leave immediately.

We mustn’t hesitate at all, aside from the Sacrifice Shaman, all living beings are their prey.

Once they lock on to someone, it will become a huge problem.”

Seeing the Bimon Emperor’s serious expression, everyone nodded their agreement.

They had no intention of partaking in the feast prepared especially for the Human Race’s powerhouses.

Ancient sacrificial chants began, and a thin crack appeared over the altar.

The ground’s blood pearls emitted an evil aura, drifting through the cracks.

The group of boys and girls who were brought here for the sacrifice had their wrists severed, and their blood slowly flowed from the blood nests, turning into a river of the Abyss under the influence of the blood pearls.

On the other side of the crack, as if some drug was released, nearby demons flocked to it.

They squeezed through the fissure one after another, in a vain attempt to cross the boundary to enjoy the feast.

However, as soon as they poked their heads out, they were devoured by the mid-space turbulence, as if giving a warning to outsiders: intruders will die!

Such a little difficulty obviously couldn’t deter those greedy demons.

Every day in the Abyss, absorbing the chaotic aura, negative emotions were greatly amplified.

Space turbulence devoured some demons, but more demons continued to join the attempt, collectively expanding the spatial fissure.

Seeing this, the old priest had a faint smile as if he was appreciating the most beautiful music.

He suddenly paused, mumbling to himself: “Dozens have died just now.

The quantity of bait is not sufficient, unable to maximize the force of these blood pearls.

Nevermind, they’re going to die anyway, might as well make use of waste!

Presumably, His Majesty won’t object.

If they were his trusted people, they wouldn’t be assigned to this fatal mission.

Some of you go immediately and gather all the guards in the valley, I have orders to relay.”