Chapter 269: Abyssal Blood War (Part Two)
A Death Giant, at least thirty feet tall and covered in bulging muscles, blew the Charge Horn made from a Broken Demon Dragon Horn. The deep sound echoed across the entire Plain.
"Woof woof woof woof—"
The Blood Moon cast a red light, and a massive swarm of Hellhounds appeared out of thin air. These Hellhounds, with bear heads and dog bodies, numbered in the hundreds of thousands, forming hundreds of large and small packs. They swarmed and charged towards the Demon Army arrayed on the opposite side, ready for battle.
"Roar!"
The first to clash with the Hellhounds were the Skullcrusher Ogres wielding flails. These Abyssal Ogres, ten feet tall, brought their flails down heavily.
They easily crushed the heads of the Hellhounds, breaking their waists and spines!
Hellhounds fell in swathes under the flails of the Skullcrusher Ogres, turning into puddles of flesh and mud.
Some Skullcrusher Ogres weren't picky eaters, directly scooping up a few Hellhounds and stuffing them into their large mouths, purple-black blood mixed with saliva constantly dripping down as they chewed.
However, these Hellhounds, with their astonishing biting force, surged forward wave after wave, relying on their sheer numbers. Each Skullcrusher Ogre was surrounded by at least several hundred Hellhounds.
Targeting their anuses and tearing at them, these Hellhounds seized opportunities and pounced. Some Hellhounds were swatted away by the large palms of the Skullcrusher Ogres, flattened into meat paste like flies.
But more Hellhounds quickly filled the gaps. The Skullcrusher Ogres fell one by one amidst the dense packs of hunting dogs, torn into piles of shattered white bone.
Facing the dense swarm of Hellhounds charging forward, the Abyssal Demon overseeing the battle gave an order.
Tens of thousands of Green-Skinned Plague Vomiters, with bellies as large as if they were ten months pregnant, wobbled forward. Their bloated bellies, almost ready to burst, suddenly contracted, then their large mouths opened, and a viscous green vomit, like a stream, was spewed over ten miles away.
Dense, sticky green liquid pus sacs rained down from the sky, falling directly into the Hellhound packs like raindrops. The bursting pus sacs sprayed mucus covering dozens of meters. Once stained with this sticky green vomit liquid, the Hellhounds would either vomit uncontrollably or, in severe cases, their legs would go soft, causing them to collapse directly onto the ground.
The collapsed Hellhounds were immediately torn apart by the surrounding packs of dogs, becoming food for their own kind in moments. Under the attack of these Green-Skinned Plague Vomiters, the Hellhounds' numbers were instantly reduced by more than half.
By the time the remaining Hellhounds reached the front lines, they were met by the sharp curved knives of the Naga Demons. These Naga Demons, with four or six arms and snake tails, moved with speed no less than the Hellhounds. Compared to the Hellhounds' boasted sharp fangs, the curved knives in their hands were undoubtedly sharper. The curved knives in their four arms were swung so fast they almost left afterimages. In the saber light, Hellhounds were decapitated and disemboweled one after another.
The Blood Moon cast its radiance, and large numbers of Scythe Demons appeared in the open ground where the Hellhounds had fallen. These demons, wielding bone scythes, quickly took the place of the Hellhounds and engaged in fierce combat with the Naga Demons.
Hundreds of thousands of Hellhounds, Naga Demons, Trolls, Scythe Demons... The ground was stained purple-black by the blood of these demons, and this was just an insignificant corner of the vast Demon Plain, the Abyssal Blood War. The Plague Vomiters' ranged attack was effective, but soon the opposite side also deployed their ranged units: giant two-headed giants. They had crossbow-like projection devices mounted on their backs. When they lay down, their catapults directly hurled lava boulders over ten miles away. These heavy lava boulders landed in the middle of a group of Abyssal Spider Demons, leaving large areas of meat paste and blood pits on the spot.
Moments later, fire giants made of lava stone crawled out of these blood pits. These high-grade elemental demons, twenty feet tall, showed what "blooming in the enemy's heartland" meant. Wherever these lava fire giants passed, everything within a radius of ten feet turned into scorching lava. Compared to these high-grade mid-grade elemental demons, low-to-mid grade demons were no match for them at all. Hundreds of elemental fire giants quickly created large-scale chaos within the formation of the Demon Army.
Behind the Demon Army, the blood-colored moonlight fell. A pureblood Abyssal Demon stood in the moonlight, overlooking the entire battlefield.
As a pureblood Abyssal Demon, this Abyssal Demon was enormous, over a hundred feet tall. Its back was covered in thick scales, and there was a sharp triangular bone plate running down the center of its spine, extending to its tail, which ended in a sharp and dangerous tail spike.
As an upper demon under Beelzebub, the Prince of Flies, this Abyssal Demon was the Demon Overseer of this Abyssal Blood War, responsible for commanding Beelzebub's billion-strong demon legion.
And his enemies, besides the vampires, undead knights, and immortal legions from Blood Hell, included two Abyssal Lords and Demon Overlords no less powerful than his master.
The Abyssal Demon quickly noticed the discordant elements within his own legion.
"Kill those fire giants!" (Abyssal Language) The Abyssal Language of the Abyssal Demon echoed across the battlefield. Soon, dozens of azure giants radiating chilling aura descended in the blood-colored moonlight, appearing among the Demon Army.
These giants from the Giant Abyss, supporters of Beelzebub, were at least seventy feet tall. Wherever they went, the ice-blue halo condensed around their entire body turned all living beings within several hundred feet into ice sculptures.
Before these ice giants even reached the fire giants, at least several thousand of their own demons were frozen into ice sculptures by them.
However, it was clear that neither the Abyssal Demon serving as Overseer nor the ice giants paid any mind to these "allies." Weakness is the eternal truth of the Abyss.
"Swish swish swish swish swish swish—"
Floating in mid-air, eyeballs as large as carriage wheels were arranged in a massive formation. Rays of various colors and eerie nature shot out from the Beholder crystals.
Weakness Ray, Acidic Ray, Crimson Flame Ray, Frost Ray, Corrosive Ray, Petrification Ray... Hundreds of thousands of Rays simultaneously blasted into the berserk dragonbeast packs on the opposite side.
The dragon scales of the berserk dragonbeasts, which resembled Tyrannosaurus Rex in size and appearance and were covered in scales, naturally had the ability to weaken magic arts. But hundreds of thousands of various magic arts rays fired simultaneously instantly took down thousands of berserk dragonbeasts.
However, the Beholders' rays were only fired for three rounds before giant storm elemental demons, stirring up tornadoes, directly tore apart the Beholders' formation.
Hundreds of small wind element tornadoes directly swept up groups of Beholders into the storm. Wind blades, sharp as blades, sliced through them, and soon blood rain continuously splattered everywhere with the tornadoes.
In the sky, dragonkin great winged serpent demons and demonic dragons were locked in combat with a dense swarm of giant bats. These hell vampires were extremely ugly in appearance, with hideous faces and claws connected to a pair of large bat wings.
These vampires were not vampires in the conventional sense of the Vampire Clan. They were vampires who worshipped the Blood God, the product of the Ghoul Faction's souls entering the Vampire Abyss after death and being reshaped by the rules of the Abyss.
The dense numbers of vampires were like patches of dark clouds, so numerous they even obscured the Blood Moon on the horizon.
Vampires, gargoyles, great winged serpent demons, demonic dragons, winged demons, high-grade wind elemental demons... The sky had become a forbidden zone. Blood rain had not stopped since the Blood Moon rose.
Beneath the dark clouds, headless horsemen mounted on nightmares charged in a death charge against a group of war trolls, wielding lances.
The so-called war trolls are said to be war machines created by an Ancient Abyssal Lord. These giants, three hundred feet tall, are covered in hard mountain rocks, and their sharp claws can easily tear through the scales of demonic dragons.
In Western mythology, these war trolls are also called war behemoths.
The battlefield was a scene of chaos, with fighting everywhere. Nowhere was safe. A high-grade demon might not even survive a single Blood Moon cycle in the Abyssal Blood War.
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
The sound of a high-powered motorcycle echoed among a group of Scythe Demons. The peculiar sound caused the demons, who were fighting half-dragon persons, to turn their heads.
A battle vehicle burning with raging hellfire drove through the demon battlefield. Johnny, transformed into Ghost Rider, swung the chain attached with hellfire in his hand. The hellfire, which burned anything, ignited countless imps, spirits of the dead, and vampires along the way, carving out a continuously spreading fire line on the Demon Plain. "Is this what he meant by disguise!?" Deadpool half-crouched on a rock solidified from lava, holding his Mosin-Nagant rifle. He stared at Johnny's movements through the scope.
He had thought Johnny's "disguise" meant quietly sneaking through this demon battlefield using the Boss's breath concealment talisman. He never expected this guy to just ride his flashy motorcycle directly along the Volcanic Cliff and brazenly charge into the battlefield.
When Johnny's motorcycle first entered the demon battlefield, Deadpool could still provide remote support with his Mosin-Nagant. But as Johnny went deeper, the Mosin-Nagant, with its effective range of two thousand five hundred meters, could only be used as a scope.
"With the level of chaos in this Abyssal Blood War, he won't last long?" Dracula looked at the blood-colored cloud covering several hundred acres in the distance. A dense swarm of bats surrounded that blood cloud; that was clearly the location of the Vampire Abyss, where the Vampire Overseer was.
An Abyssal Blood War involving four Abysses – let alone a Ghost Rider, even if Mephisto were still alive, he would have to retreat far away from this situation.
"Let's make some noise! Draw some firepower away for Johnny!"
Logan finished puffing on the cigar in his mouth. Without waiting for Deadpool's reply, he raised the squad M60 machine gun in his hand, aimed at the dense demons below the mountain, and pulled the trigger.
"Dadadadadada..."
Silver bullets shot out like rain. Below the Volcanic Cliff, a Tribe of Kobolds fighting with Fallen Demons was directly scattered by these silver rune bullets soaked in holy water.
"Cool!"
Deadpool pulled out two hand grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them without even looking.
Boom! Boom!
Given the density of the Demon Army on the Plain, the silver shrapnel from the explosion of these two high-explosive grenades covered an area of dozens of meters. The intensely burning magnesium powder created a strong light that, for a moment, seemed like two small suns rising in this corner of the battlefield.
Deadpool and Logan's actions attracted the attention of tens of thousands of demons within a hundred-mile radius, all looking towards the mountain peak. Compared to the vast numbers of demons on the Plain, these demons were but a drop in the ocean.
But tens of thousands of bizarre, ferocious demons all looking up at him simultaneously made even the thick-skinned Deadpool's scalp tingle. He ducked his head back behind the rock, then pulled a hand grenade from his pants, pulled the pin, and threw it behind him without looking back.
"Boom!"
"Nice job, Wade Wilson, you've pissed these guys off!" Logan praised Wade Wilson, then stood up directly, straddling the edge of the cliff with one foot, and sprayed fire down at the demons climbing up the Volcanic Cliff with his machine gun.
Dadadadada—
The silver holy water rune bullets sprayed down, turning large numbers of climbing demons into piles of ash, as if autumn wind was sweeping fallen leaves.
Swish swish swish—
However, Logan's attack did not make the demons fearful. On the contrary, with Logan's active exposure, Tang Song's breath concealment talisman also lost its effect.
"Humans, it's humans! I smell the scent of human flesh and blood!"
"Human souls, what a sweet smell..."
At this moment, at the foot of the Volcano, any demon that saw Logan's figure or smelled Logan's scent fell into madness.
For demons, there was nothing more nourishing than the Reality Dimension, human souls, flesh and blood. Compared to them, the foul smell of their fellow demons' flesh and blood in Hell seemed like rotten meat at this moment.
A Hellhound directly spat out the piece of meat in its mouth and frantically charged towards the mountain peak, towards that sweet delicacy.
Ahead of it were dozens of its fellows who were a step faster... This Hellhound didn't hesitate to bite off the hind leg of a fellow behind it.
Dense numbers of demons climbed up the Volcanic Cliff, surging towards Logan on the mountain peak like a black tide going against the flow.
"Come on, you sons of bitches, come here!"
Logan held the machine gun and sprayed downwards without any fear. Beside him, over twenty iron soldiers extended their arms towards the mountain. From the black muzzles in their open palms, tongues of fire continuously spewed out.
Countless demons hit by bullets tumbled down the mountain. Their corpses were instantly torn into pieces.
Under the frantic shooting, the ammunition belt wrapped around Logan was quickly depleted. He directly took out a quad-barrel rocket launcher from his Five Yin Pouch, aimed downwards, and pulled the trigger.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
"Wade Wilson, where did Johnny get to?" Logan threw the fired rocket launcher directly off the cliff. From his Five Yin Pouch, he took out a new rocket launcher. After clearing the chamber, Logan casually threw the rocket launcher down the mountain and turned back to ask.
At the now empty mountain peak, besides hundreds of golden warrior puppets, where was Deadpool's shadow? Not just Deadpool, even Dracula was gone.
"Wade Wilson?" Logan was a little surprised, but not angry about being left behind. He knew Deadpool well; he was a scoundrel, a scumbag, a foul-mouthed bastard, but definitely not a coward who would escape and abandon his comrade-in-arms.
"Hey, Logan, hang on for a few more minutes, I'm preparing a surprise for the guests coming up the mountain," Wade Wilson's voice faintly came from inside the Volcano Crater.
"Hurry up! I can't guarantee I can hold out until you get up here!"
Despite being assisted by over twenty iron soldiers, the tide-like demons were still unstoppable. Some demons quickly climbed within ten meters of Logan. Logan spread his arms, and two demon slayer shotguns appeared in his hands.
Bang bang bang bang—
Large numbers of silver rune bullets shot out, and swathes of demons turned into ash before Logan's eyes.
Swish swish swish—
Hundreds of golden warrior puppets in front drew their wide greatswords, hacking and intercepting the wave of demons charging towards the mountain peak.
In the sky, hundreds of winged demons, resembling Gollum from The Lord of the Rings, flapped a pair of fleshy membranes, diving down from above towards Logan on the mountain peak.
(End of chapter)