A Core Ship From The Start-Chapter 2336 - 1572: Explosive Slaughter (Driving in the Game Is Exhausting Too)
"Die, Hero!"
The Wind Heavenly King’s eyes were bloodshot, and he raised both hands as an infinite air surge transformed under his full control into a massive tornado, engulfing everything around it.
If anyone wanted to kill Duanmu Huai the most, it would undoubtedly be the Wind Heavenly King. He was now the only remaining survivor of the White Wings Clan.
For the Wind Heavenly King, no matter the cost, he was determined to kill the bastard who annihilated the White Wings Clan!
Therefore, in this battle, the Wind Heavenly King chose to go all out from the start. He wanted to personally use his strength to tear that Hero to pieces! To console the souls of his clan in the afterlife!
The surging air under the control of the Wind Heavenly King transformed into a substantial drill, directly devouring the huge, dark silhouette. However, shortly after, the vast tornado connecting the heavens and the earth exploded violently from below! The massive airflow simultaneously flew upwards!
"How is this possible?!"
Realizing the loss of control over his power, the Wind Heavenly King was shocked. As one of the Four Heavenly Kings, he was supposed to have the power to control the wind. However, now, for the first time, he felt that he could no longer command the airflow. The violent air current had completely escaped his grasp, like a roaring, berserk vortex, entangling the Wind Heavenly King within.
"No! Why is it like this... No...!!"
The Wind Heavenly King’s cries of agony were almost inaudible amidst the howling wind. His figure only lasted for a moment before turning into blood and shredded flesh, completely vanishing at the end of the storm.
As the storm exploded, the restraining water burst forth as well, with droplets turning into bullets, spraying in all directions. The Demon Soldiers at the forefront, with no time to fall back, found their bodies pierced by these droplets, collapsing in a widespread instant.
"Splash!"
The water rising into the sky turned into a downpour from above, and at the same time, the Demon Clan once again saw the towering figure that should have been torn to shreds.
The Hero was no longer in his original form, clad in pitch-black, heavy armor. The skull on his chest and the Double-Headed Eagle design on his shoulder armor shone brightly. He lifted his head, and a crimson glow emerged from the helm resembling a skull, sweeping around. Any Demon he gazed upon felt a chilling fear, as if they were on the brink of annihilation, left with nothing but the despairing wait for that moment to arrive!
Then, Duanmu Huai spoke slowly.
"The unclean, mark of the Alien. The impure, mark of the Alien. Invoking hatred, mark of the Alien. Hunted, fate of the Alien. Banished, fate of the Alien. Purified, fate of the Alien..."
While speaking, he raised the Thunder Warhammer tightly gripped in his hand, looking forward.
"Perish, you humble, vile, and filthy Aliens! Your lives are worthless! Your existence is meaningless! Your ambitions are mere dreams! You will die here, body and soul, with nothing left intact. You will feel pain, then be destroyed in despair!"
Duanmu Huai’s roar echoed across the battlefield, striking fear into the hundred thousand strong Demon Army. In their eyes, this lone human transformed into an immense, terrifying Monster. He coldly watched them, as if gazing at fragile ants. They felt only fear, trembling, and despair, their hands shaking as they clutched their weapons, their souls quivering in his fury.
Despite being just one person, this single individual completely overwhelmed the entire Demon Clan’s morale!
"Kill———!!!"
Finally, a shout erupted from the Demon Army, more a scream than an order, driven by fear reaching its limit, breaking their last shred of sanity.
Otherwise, they would collapse!
This cry ignited the fuse of a bomb, and suddenly, tens of thousands of Demons flooded forward, turning into a roaring tide, charging at the man standing at the battlefield’s center from all directions. They had but one goal!
To kill him or be killed by him!
"Uwah———"
Meanwhile, in the distant sky, Fureya, riding on a Gryphon, made a strange sound as she witnessed the scene.
"Sister, you’re making noises not meant for others to hear, right?"
However, Princess Noren was watching the battlefield with keen interest through the Magic Telescope, not forgetting to remind Fureya.
"Isn’t this more about me? That man should have died, right? Even for me, facing so many Demons means only death."
"Please don’t compare the Great Judge with yourself, Sister. You don’t really think your abilities are on par with the Great Judge’s, do you?"
"Ugh..."
Confronted with Princess Noren’s sharp tongue, Fureya could only keep quiet, knowing she was no match for Duanmu Huai...
Yet, the scene before her left even Fureya feeling a sense of apprehension and shock.
The Demon Clan was fierce.
Anyone who fought against them wouldn’t deny this, but their ferocity had its limits. However, the Demons Fureya saw now seemed completely devoid of reason. They were desperately rushing forward, swinging claws or weapons at Duanmu Huai, with some using their bodies to cling to his limbs, attempting to hinder his movements.
But none of it worked on Duanmu Huai.
He was like an activated machine, punching, swinging his hammer, stomping, crashing. From afar, Duanmu Huai seemed to have become a humanoid meat grinder, mercilessly turning any Demon daring to approach into mincemeat. The Demons, fueled by such brutal maneuvers, charged forward recklessly, driven by rage.
"Ugh... urgh..."
"Please don’t throw up on me, Sister."
Just watching the scene made Fureya feel nauseous, while Noren’s eyes glowed, continuously watching through her Magic Telescope.
"Ah... the Great Judge is amazing, this power conquers and crushes all, subduing everything... truly mesmerizing..."
As she marveled, Princess Noren’s body trembled slightly, as if some emotion inside her teetered on the brink of overflow — seeing this, Fureya, seated behind her, kept silent... well, there wasn’t much worth saying.
Time passed by, second by second.
Until nearly sunset, the battle finally paused.
No, rather... the Demons no longer dared to make a move.
At this moment, the Demon Army was still surrounding Duanmu Huai, yet within several hundred meters around him was a blank space. Under the blood-red glow of the sunset, Duanmu Huai stood there silently, with his feet surrounded by smashed and shredded Demon Corpses. These corpses were now unrecognizable, mixed together into a repulsive blood-and-flesh carpet-like appearance.
Fully clad in heavy armor, Duanmu Huai merely stood there, not even taking a breath.
"Is that all?"
Duanmu Huai silently scanned the surroundings.
"Demon Clan? Is that all?"
He let out a cold snort, the sound was not loud, but in the chilling wind of the blood-red dusk, it was clearly audible. Yet, those Demons showed no anger, for now, deep within their hearts, only terror remained.
What kind of monster is this?
Are they in a nightmare?
Why does such a monster exist?
No matter how they fought, they couldn’t inflict any harm, while the other side could easily rip them apart like tearing paper, with seemingly no sign of fatigue... Is this really a human?
Could this be some demon beast disguised as a human!
No, even if it were a demon beast, it wouldn’t be this vicious!
"Demon King!"
However, at this moment, Duanmu Huai’s voice sounded again.
"The warm-up is about over, isn’t it? You should come out and face me! I still want to go back earlier to have dinner!"
"............"
No one responded, and after a moment, the Demon King finally emerged from among the soldiers, its face darkened, staring at Duanmu Huai as if looking at an incomprehensible monster.
Is this human?
Facing the battle with Duanmu Huai, the Demon King had made a lot of plans, even considering what to do if the opponent summoned that giant golem.
But it had never imagined that Duanmu Huai would use nothing, relying solely on his own strength to crush the Demon Clan’s attack!
In just a few hours, he had already brutally killed thirty thousand Demon Soldiers!
Is this really a human?!
Looking at Duanmu Huai in front of it, even the Demon King couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. From the perspective of sheer numbers, thirty thousand wouldn’t be considered too outrageous. If one uses magic beyond limits or similar magical items, it can be done.
But Duanmu Huai is different.
With magic, people can’t see the process, only the result with corpses everywhere, which is somewhat easier to accept. But all the Demon Soldiers here have seen with their own eyes how their comrades were shredded and smashed into pieces by Duanmu Huai. This is much more shocking than a simple "explosion followed by bodies everywhere."
Even the fierce Demons couldn’t help but tremble.
"What... exactly are you?"
The Demon King stared at Duanmu Huai, once again asked in a deep voice, but Duanmu Huai only stretched out his hand, beckoning it with a finger.
"Very good... then let me see your skills!"
As he spoke, the Demon King’s arms spread to both sides, then with a roar, it leaped into the air, and in the next moment, the Demon King’s body disappeared, replaced by a hundred-meter-long Two-headed Black Dragon! It raised its head, letting out a deafening roar.
"Oooohhhhh!!"
Witnessing this, the minds of the Demon Soldiers, initially daunted and terrified, seemed to revive, shouting and raising their weapons, signaling to their Demon King!
This is the king ruling over the Demons!
"Hero, this is my true strength!"
The Demon King lowered its head, staring at the ground.
"And you have nowhere to escape... hmm?"
Unexpectedly to the Demon King, it couldn’t see Duanmu Huai on the ground. This puzzled the Demon King - did the hero run away? But it was clearly surrounded by the Demon Clan!
At this moment, a voice echoed from overhead.
"What? Are you looking for me?"
"????"
The Demon King raised its head, looking toward the source of the voice, and then it froze entirely.
In front of the Demon King stood an almost sky-high giant Steel Warrior. He was carrying a War Hammer, lowering his head, staring at the Demon King in front of him like a reptile.
"If you wanted to compare size, you should have said so."
As he said this, Duanmu Huai tightened his grip on the War Hammer, raising it high under the terrified gaze of the Demon King.
"Now, you can die."
