Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2598 - 2596: The General Takes Action

Chapter 2598: Chapter 2596: The General Takes Action

However, destroying an avatar as powerful as yours will definitely impact the Silver Scale.

Ethan Smith chuckled coldly as he drew his bow once more to strike against the ogre-troll that Grayson faced.

This time, he pulled the bow to forty percent strength, and after this arrow, the ogre-troll still had a breath of life.

Grayson followed up with a blade, completely annihilating it.

After killing this troll, the two tacitly did not make another move.

However, the calm did not last long before Ethan heard a dry chanting of incantations coming from below the city.

"Be careful, that necromancer seems to be casting spells again."

Ethan said in a deep voice.

The previous fireballs already killed fifty people from the Supervising Battle Team; who knows what kind of technique will emerge this time.

Within the darkness, waves of obscure undulations continued to emerge, and a massive altar suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

As the incantation was chanted, the altar became increasingly clear.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a ghostly blue flame ignited on the altar.

The necromancer below the city raised his pale palm, with his fingertips exuding a chilling aura.

At his touch, the air seemed to freeze, and coldness pervaded.

A shadowy gleam flickered in his eyes, revealing a dark power contrary to life.

At this moment, the altar emitted a piercing scream as the incantation ceased.

Countless eerie light specks erupted from the altar, resembling droplets of water.

When these light specks merged into Ethan’s Divine Soul, he saw it was a skeleton-like spirit entity.

This skeleton lunged at Ethan’s soul, and instantly, a surge of pain and suffocation emanated from Ethan’s Sea of Knowledge.

Soul Hand.

This was a technique targeting the soul; almost everyone let out cries of agony.

Some soldiers even collapsed completely, grabbing their knives and thrusting them into their own heads.

The golden figure was grasped by the skeleton with indifference, utterly unable to resist.

His pupils, nostrils, and mouth gushed blood wildly.

Strengthening! Souls!

Without hesitation, Ethan poured all the Divine Power from his Holy Region into fortifying his Divine Soul.

Yet to his despair, the altar seemed alive.

The blue rain continuously fell from the altar, merging into the bodies of those still alive.

The power of the skeletal spirit in the Sea of Knowledge grew increasingly stronger, and cracks appeared on the golden figure, with intense pain waves of strengthening.

This pain was bearable for Ethan, but his Divine Soul could not withstand the spirit’s power much longer; any more and his soul would be crushed by the Soul Hand.

A crisp footstep suddenly appeared on the city wall.

It was a general clad in armor, wielding a blade that gleamed with cold light, his posture tall and imposing, with taut muscle lines.

He landed on the city wall and then leaped upward.

As he approached the altar, his blade swung swiftly.

A massive sound of the blade being drawn resonated across the city wall. The general’s blade slashed through the night sky like a meteor, carrying a destructive aura towards the altar.

As blade light and altar collided, a dazzling brilliance burst forth, illuminating the entire scene.

With a thunderous crash, the altar was cleaved in two by the general’s strike. The dark power surged out, transforming into pitch-black smoke, and was devoured into the Void.

The general’s blade traced a splendid and fierce arc in the Void, perfectly executing the destruction of the altar.

He landed, his long hair flowing, chest heaving, gazing at the destroyed altar.

The altar’s destruction halted the blue rain, and the spirit clutching Ethan’s body quickly lost its strength, dissipating from Ethan’s Divine Soul.

He collapsed to the ground, his body devoid of the strength to rise.

At this moment, almost everyone was in the same state, including him.

With no opposition left, numerous ogres emerged atop the city wall.

The general, alone with his blade, slaughtered all these ogres, standing at the city wall with his blade in hand.

He laughed madly at the Demon Race Army below.

"Kill!"

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Defend the homeland! Kill the demons! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Below the city wall, countless soldiers of the human army roared with fervor.

Nearly a thousand human troops, arranged in several formations, bent slightly in preparation.

As the drawbridge lowered, they charged into the Demon Tribe Army, causing a commotion among the attacking Demon Beasts army.

The over a thousand human soldiers surged into the ogre army like a blade.

Gale Landon! Gale Landon!

Wind! Wind! Wind!

Along the way, they slaughtered numerous ogres, the ground awash with fetid blood.

Yet swiftly, more giant ogres surrounded them, and after exhausting their strength to break a path.

Their strength began to ebb, with many human soldiers dying every second.

In a short time, it became difficult to see the figures of human soldiers.

"Why send them to their deaths?"

At this moment, Ethan Smith walked up to the city wall for the first time.

Though he knew they were living beings spawned from this Holy Kingdom, watching over a thousand human soldiers charge into the Demon Tribe Army was incredibly poignant.

They knew that this trip meant they could not return, many with white cloth bound in their hands.

Yet they showed no sign of retreat, and Ethan saw no one turning back.

"They grow stronger, and if they attack again, they will become more brazen. Seth has been probing us; it’s strong but quite cowardly."

Gale Landon’s face was slightly pale; the cost of just destroying the altar was not small.

"Your name’s Ethan Smith? Just took down five ogre-trolls, not bad."

He patted Ethan’s shoulder and then turned to leave.

Below, the Demon Race Army halted as a piercing sound rose.

As if receiving some message, they stopped the siege and slowly retreated.

Only then did Ethan exhale, now overwhelmed by exhaustion that surged to his head, fatigue that even Divine Power couldn’t alleviate.

From the battlefield until now, a full twelve hours had passed.

"What’s your take?"

Grayson sat down beside Ethan, carefully placing his blade on his thigh.

"Since we were ordered to this city, we likely can’t leave easily; in other words, we’re bound to the survival of this stronghold. If Gale Landon is the strongest general here, it spells a dire fate for us."

Ethan gave a wry smile; this necromancer Seth resembled a Divine Spirit, impossible for them to confront.

Previously, with just a glance, it nearly killed him. Here, its range of techniques was even more unassailable.

Against such an adversary, who could possibly resist?

"A strong blade, this realm is more intriguing than I imagined."

Grayson spoke out somewhat nonsensically.