Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2655: 1461: A Twist in the Journey
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
Amid the chaotic frontline where spells shimmered and blades flashed, Leo Ray narrowed his eyes at the sight of the witch demon vice leader commanding his witch demon followers and mighty undead to seal off the path ahead.
The strength of that witch demon vice leader matched or even surpassed the crown skeleton from before, flanked by multiple Tier 6 witch demons. Crowds of Tier 6 undead swarmed densely, barricading the passage opening completely.
Moreover, as I had tested earlier, teleportation scrolls proved useless in this zone, rendering any attempt to skirt around the enemy's blockade utterly futile.
“Must I force my way past them?”
Clenching his jaw, Leo Ray pressed on without pause, charging straight for the passage entrance.
The crisis had escalated to a breaking point, and further delay would only worsen the outcome.
“Your Majesty, let me assist you!”
Frank’s aged but resolute voice echoed as he evaded the trap set by over a dozen witch demons, barreling toward the vice leader from a different angle.
At the same time, power swirled around Frank, conjuring hundreds of bone spears that hurtled toward the foe.
“That strange old fellow—take him down first!”
The witch demon vice leader, familiar with Frank’s earlier feats, barked the order coldly, unleashing waves of corrosive magic and arrows that crashed toward Frank like a tidal surge.
“Many thanks, old sir!”
Capitalizing on the distraction as the enemy dodged the bone spears and unleashed spells, Leo Ray struck at the perfect instant. With a sword swing that shattered an undead limb, he shattered the barrier, crossed into the passage's mouth, and vanished swiftly into its shadows.
“You wretched vermin!”
Watching Leo Ray slip past the line, the witch demon vice leader seethed with rage, though a sly spark flickered in his eerie red sockets.
In the end, only the Human Race Emperor had fled alone—what chaos could one man cause? After smashing the rest of these nuisances here, hunting down the Human Emperor would be a simple matter!
With that thought, the witch demon vice leader ignored the lone Leo Ray, turning his fury back on Frank with savage assaults, bellowing wildly: “You insects, your Human Emperor has fled! Why throw yourselves to the wolves?”
The vice leader’s roar hit hard, shaking the spirits of our trapped powerhouses.
Yet those who had fought beside Leo Ray all along, like the Dwarf Elves and Treants, stood firm without a hint of doubt.
They all knew well that whatever strategy the Human Majesty employed, it carried purpose—they simply had to endure!
Still, the faces of most warriors from the Desert Alliance and Rainforest Fortress Alliance twisted in unease, their fighting spirit plummeting.
Though Leo Ray had recently rescued their commanders, earning deep gratitude, this was their initial clash with him. Who could swear this young Human Emperor wouldn’t abandon them in the final hour?
Within those faltering ranks, only the Catman Clan under Lannis held unyielding resolve—the esteemed Human Majesty had gone to extremes to rescue their Lord Leader, so why would he falter now?
“Desert Alliance warriors, the Human Majesty would never abandon us!”
Sina’s bold and fervent cry rang out, urging, “Stand your ground, pulverize these foes to powder—the Desert Alliance cannot be defeated!”
“My kin, His Majesty’s troops are all still fighting here—where else would he be?”
Loris yelled amid his desperate clashes, “Lift your heads high! Any who falter now, when victory comes, I’ll deal with you myself!”
Boosted by Sina and Loris’s rallying words, our powerhouses’ resolve steadied a bit, and they unleashed their skills once more, clashing fiercely against the enemy horde.
For a moment, despite the immense scale of this subterranean chamber that dwarfed every fighter, the storm of energy raged wildly, tearing across the heavens and ground alike.
Shouts of war and the thunderous booms of power impacts roared without end, causing the whole area to shudder without cease.
Deep in the shadowy, winding tunnel, as the echoes of battle faded further, Leo Ray’s face grew graver.
At this point, the forces supporting the witch demon were bad enough, but the witch demon’s own might was overwhelming—turning the tide to victory seemed far from straightforward.
“Little Jie, can you still sense that presence?”
Steel resolve rising within him, Leo Ray steadied his thoughts and inquired once more.
“My Lord, it’s drawing nearer!”
Little Jie, now in her tiny elf shape like Little Illusion, gripped Leo Ray’s shoulder firmly, replying, “They’re moving our way too, just around the next turn!”
As Little Jie finished speaking, Leo Ray rounded the passage’s curve, stepping into a fresh chamber.
This was a timeworn hall, featuring a dried-up miniature fountain at its center, encircled by ruined, empty flower plots that evoked a sense of abandonment.
“My Lord, they’re just over there!”
Little Jie gestured past the fountain and added.
Guided by Little Jie’s point, Leo Ray spotted a pair of upright white ears poking out from that spot, fuzzy-coated and evoking cat ears, though they also hinted at fox-like traits.