Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2759: 1514: Smoke Everywhere
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
Simultaneously, exactly as the announcing voice had declared, the entire Observation City was consumed by brilliant fires and surging magical blasts, smoke rising thickly in all directions.
Thunderous bellows, savage war shouts, and frenzied wails resounded across the massive Giant City. Debris scattered wildly near the crumbling Magic Towers and structures, mingled with corpses strewn haphazardly.
Most of these were shattered remnants of alchemy puppets and city guards, alongside some parasites and figures melted into puddles of “Corrosion.”
“Report to the City Lord: after the western City Gate fell, the remaining three gates have fallen too. Huge forces of parasites and ‘Corrosion’ are swiftly advancing from every side!”
In front of the Great Temple's entrance, the resolute, grime-smeared Divine Stone General Curry saluted and informed Old Book: “The city’s barriers are crumbling fast, and the guards are barely hanging on!”
As he concluded, Curry’s resolute expression turned even more sorrowful.
Within the parasite hordes, numerous were recent city guards infested by “Corrosion.” Witnessing old allies abruptly become brutal foes was heartbreaking, regardless of the altered features. Just the terror from “Corrosion” sufficed to crush spirits.
Even with aid from many Divine Stone Weapons, the city guards fell back inch by inch, overwhelmed by the foes' onslaught.
Upon hearing Curry’s report, creases deepened on Old Book’s forehead, and his fingers gripping the Magic Wand quivered faintly. As the City Lord and among the mightiest in the city, events had utterly escaped his command.
From the accumulating dispatches, no fewer than 10 half-step Seventh-rank Parasites had stormed the city, with Tier 6 Parasites numbering too vast to count, not to mention lower tiers and “Corrosion.”
Old Book drew in a steadying breath, striving for composure, and inquired, “What of the city’s inhabitants?”
“To the City Lord: they’ve all been safely moved into the Great Temple.”
Curry brushed away the bloody streaks on his cheeks and pressed urgently, “City Lord, any word yet on Lord Brave and his group?”
“Nothing whatsoever. From the moment they stepped into the Teleportation Array to the Underground Fortress, they disappeared without trace. I’ve tried every means to locate them, all in vain. This has to be an elaborate scheme set by ‘Corrosion.’
Old Book shook his head in reply: “Lord Brave and his companions may already have…”
“No way—that Lord absolutely won’t come to harm. No matter what, that Lord will surely come back!”
A firm declaration rang out, as the geared-up Asher Porter emerged nearby. Kara, Calvin, and Old Nick positioned themselves behind him.
“Lord Asher, what brings you here?”
Old Book appeared startled and stated: “You’re all honored visitors that Lord Brave himself ordered us to safeguard. Let us handle this.”
“While that Lord fights out there, how could we sit by?”
Asher’s gaze burned with determination as he affirmed: “City Lord, let us fight alongside you. We can’t abandon hope!”
At Asher’s declaration, Kara and her companions advanced, gripping their arms firmly; even Old Nick, shaking a bit, stood with them.
“Yes, hope must endure. Assist the troops in guarding the temple entrances.”
Old Book nodded decisively, then commanded Curry: “Rally the withdrawing forces to hold the temple tenaciously; don’t let the foe break through!”
The moment Curry acknowledged the directive, a barrage of thunderous magical detonations burst forth close to the temple.
All heads swiveled to the noise, beholding two immense Magic Towers toppling, kicking up an enormous dust shroud.
“Tch, persisting in defiance? Such pointless efforts from you insignificant bugs!”
A derisive, taunting tone echoed, as a burly form rushed in from the distance, jeering: “I’ll smash your illusions to pieces!”
With that, the silhouette plummeted from above, touching down right before Old Book and Asher Porter.
He stood colossal and formidable, sinews rippling beneath a leonine visage shrouded in fur, contorted in menace; clearly from the Lion-man Clan like Loris.
Furthermore, his distorted lion skull and sturdy frame bore patches of tawny crystal formations, particularly the vacant, protuberant crystal eyes in lion fashion that whirled madly, radiating an eerie earthen light that chilled to the bone.
This was clearly a parasite.
Flanking the lion parasite, two centaur parasites followed, both radiating the immense aura of half-step Seventh Stage.
“Lion King Feld, former frontline warrior of the Ten Thousand Clans battling ‘Corrosion,’ vanished for a hundred years, but couldn’t evade infestation.”
Old Book clenched the Magic Wand harder, refusing any laxity.
Everyone knew this brute had been a premier brawler among the Ten Thousand Clans, whereas Curry was a spellcaster and Asher a Longbow expert—neither suited for melee clashes.