Xyrin Empire-Chapter 253 - QuelDanas Defense Battle (Part 2)

Chapter 253 -253 Quel’Danas Defense Battle (Part 2)

Chapter 253 -253 Quel’Danas Defense Battle (Part 2)

The earth-shattering explosion nearly tore apart the dense clouds above the Land of Corruption, resembling the apocalyptic divine punishment as white columns of light intertwined to form a dazzling light grid that wrought destruction. Like a tide, the Dead Souls surged forward from the distance, rolling in like putrid sludge. Amongst the stampede of hundreds of thousands of Dead Souls, the Sentry Captain felt as if the very ground beneath him was on the verge of completely collapsing with violent tremors.

The shocking scene before them had plunged the soldiers into a brief moment of mental blankness. One by one, they stood frozen in place, their pupils reflecting the encompassing Judgment Light that swept over everything. The sight of hundreds and thousands of Dead Souls being blasted into the sky by the explosion was so overwhelming that even the experienced Sentry Captain couldn’t grasp the crisis he was facing.

“It’s over…”

This was the only thought in the Sentry Captain’s mind after snapping out of his brief daze.

With an impact of such magnitude, not to mention his pitiful little outpost, even the great Barrier of Quel’Danas at its peak would be unable to withstand it.

Thus, fleeing had become entirely meaningless.

That huge white pillar of light was not Magic. As a member of the Elf Clan who was extremely sensitive to Magic Elements, the Sentry Captain had not perceived any fluctuation of Magic within that astonishingly powerful light. It was pure light, the purest form of light, devoid of any Elemental power. This was unbelievable—how could a beam of light possess such fearsome destructive power? Even the most powerful Blood Elf Great Mage couldn’t make such a simple beam of light into this kind of attack, not even with the use of Holy Light.

Heavenly Punishment?

The term suddenly flashed through the Sentry Captain’s mind.

Could it be that the God had finally been angered by the Dead Souls’ ravaging of the world and decided to bring down judgment?

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He suddenly remembered the recent news about a Divine Envoy coming to this world, and then, a flicker of realization came over him.

That was it. The Divine Envoy had come to this world, witnessed the Dead Souls’ rampage across the land, and in a fury, unleashed destructive Judgment. And the Blood Elves, a Race too arrogant to accept the protection of the Divine Envoy, were naturally excluded from the salvation list. Now, it seemed likely that Quel’Danas would be purified along with the Undead Catastrophe.

“Captain Kloosa… we… should run…” a nameless Soldier stammered, his face filled with terror.

“Run where?” the Sentry Captain asked indifferently, as though he hadn’t taken any notice of the imminent Dead Souls’ tide or the approaching destructive white light.

The Soldier was left speechless—indeed, where could they run?

In the face of the sweeping destructive onslaught that spanned the entire horizon, was there anywhere in Quel’Danas that could be spared?

“Captain! Look quick!”

Just when everyone was sinking into despair, Tolina suddenly cried out, pointing toward the sky behind the great tide of the Undead Army.

Behind the rolling dense clouds in the distance, strands of golden light started piercing through the layers. Accompanying the light was an odd, deep rumble. The golden light grew stronger, gradually coating half the sky with a golden halo, as if another fierce sun was slowly rising behind the clouds.

The Sentries’ mouths hung wide open as they stared blankly at the sky, which had previously been muddied and dark but was now gradually being filled with a golden glow. Then, as a shocking scene unfolded, they collectively let out an uncontrollable gasp.

A golden Warship, massive like a city-state, suddenly burst through the endless cloud cover. The intense purity of the Holy Light shone down upon the corrupted land, causing it to emit the “sizzling” sound heard when objects are scorched. Weaker Dead Souls disintegrated directly under the illumination of the golden light. The dense clouds that had lingered over Ghost Land for years were sliced open like a tablecloth cut by a sharp dinner knife, revealing the pristine azure blue sky behind as the gigantic Warship sailed past.

This was the reason the Dead Souls scattered and fled. As low-level undead without sentience, they usually would not feel fear, but what if they were faced with a sky Fortress brimming with endless Holy Light Power?

Under the Holy Light’s oppressive force, tens of thousands of Undead creatures ran for their lives with no time to spare, and soon they were less than two kilometers from the small outpost.

Just when the Sentry Captain thought they were about to be obliterated by this ultimate onslaught, an emotionless voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth, “Time Sand slips through the wind, and the pendulum here slowly halts. All that I behold freezes in this endless moment…”

As these words fell, the boundless tide of the Undead Army abruptly stood still, as eerily motionless as an image suspended by Freeze Magic, even the limbs of Dead Souls blown into the air were stopped in mid-air.

The gigantic Warship then suddenly accelerated, moving across the Undead Army below in a manner utterly incongruous with its enormous size. The ship’s hull, several kilometers long, turned on its side, and countless large and small cannon ports emerged on the side facing Ghost Land. When the undead, frozen in place, finally regained their freedom, what confronted them was a barrage of cannon fire even more overwhelming than the previous Judgement Light!

At this moment, the Sentry Captain finally realized that this golden, massive sky Warship was not intending to eliminate both the Elf Kingdom behind him and the Dead Souls together. Instead, it was aiding Quel’Danas!

Of course, he wouldn’t know that when a certain Emperor himself got startled at the sight of hundreds of thousands of Dead Souls collectively moving toward Quel’Danas under the intimidation of Holy Light Energy…

Fortunately, although the Frontier-class Battleship, as a heavy air fortress ship, had a slow cruising speed, with Qianqian’s superpower assistance and the boosters performing exceptionally, we managed to cut off the Undead Army just in time, right before those unlucky Blood Elves would have been flattened by the overwhelming calcium supplements raining from above. Otherwise, our mission to save Quel’Danas would have turned into the most farcical case of using someone else’s knife to do the killing in history…

Under the dual deterrence of concentrated artillery fire and the Holy Light Battleship, the brainless Undead Army immediately plunged into greater chaos. Those at the front instinctively turned around and ran for their lives, while the undead at the back continued to charge forward due to inertia, leading to violent collisions between bone sticks and rotting flesh. Frail undead were directly disabled by stronger creatures, and as they stooped to pick up their scattered heads or limbs from the ground, more massive undead would trample right over them. In the air, heads and other random body parts were sent flying on collision, and ahead of the troops, the Frontier-class Warships fully unleashed their firepower, turning more undead into free-floating plasma. The only thing remaining between heaven and earth was the deafening roar of dozens of main cannons, whose blasts were comparable to Doomsday in the eyes of the Sentry Captain. The tens of thousands of undead, hopeless before the might of the Fortress-class Battleship, were completely subjected to a one-sided slaughter.

Being far from the main force of the Catastrophe Army, the undead gathered in the northern part of Ghost Land seldom had any powerful beings among them; even the Witch Demon King couldn’t be bothered to take these numerous but fragile creatures under his command. Compared to the millions of powerful undead converging toward our base, they didn’t even count as a small squad. A medium-sized battleship could easily wipe them out. Their only advantage over the Blood Elves was their sheer numbers and their fearlessness of death. However, their thousands stacked together probably wouldn’t match the strength of a single Assembled Demon. It was only due to the sharp post-war decline in population and the near-total loss of their elite that the Blood Elves fell into a desperate situation under the siege of these cannon fodder. Compared to a Frontier-class Warship capable of flying and heavily armed, the hundreds of thousands of low-level undead were absolutely no threat; unable to fly or attack from a distance, their numbers, no matter how amassed, couldn’t trigger a qualitative change.

Moreover, even the millions of Army of the Dead currently converging on our main base didn’t actually have the potential to defeat us. Tens of thousands of Imperial Mechanical Soldiers and elite forces from various Races could completely annihilate those fragile corpses and skeletons, who only gave us a headache due to their astonishing numbers. If it wasn’t for the need to gain time passing through Ghost Land, we could have chosen a more steady approach to obliterate those millions of undead.

But—time was of the essence; we didn’t have the time to engage with millions of cannon fodder in a drawn-out warfare that could last half a month. They definitely weren’t the main enemy of this expedition, so in order to quickly handle this wave of corpses, we turned our attention to Quel’Danas’s Magic Net.

Amid the deep hum, the Frontier-class Warship, as vast as a city-state, slowly descended upon the ground, which had been flattened by artillery. Despite being hundreds of meters away, several surviving Blood Elf Sentries couldn’t help but retreat more than a dozen steps under the immense pressure of this colossal vessel. They exchanged unsettled glances, and finally, Captain Kloosa, as the leader, managed to calm himself and bravely stepped forward.

The surrounding Divine Energy and the surging Holy Light from the entire ship let the Blood Elf clearly understand one fact: this massive ship was the weapon ridden by the Divine Envoy who had descended upon the land of Azeroth. Though Blood Elves revered Gods much less than their adoration of Magic, when they truly faced a Divine Weapon that just annihilated tens of thousands of undead in an awe-inspiring manner, even the most arrogant Blood Elf Noble would tremble.

And this brave Sentry Captain was no noble, thus far removed from any such arrogance.

The golden Holy Light of the Divine Warship gradually dimmed, and then a figure radiating endless luminance slowly descended from a large door high on the ship.