If such a scene happened in the previous tug-of-war between Medenaki and the Raven Ghost Woman, then the fighting spirit of Medenaki's side would be completely shattered. Fortunately, the two sides of the war are not flesh-and-blood humans, but ghouls without any emotion or humanity, for whom the concept of fighting spirit does not exist.

As Red Eagle ignored the ghoul lord's suicidal dragon roar and emerged intact from the fog, its enemies showed no signs of horror or surprise, and the ghoul minions continued to rush at their foes, even if they were about to shatter into layers of bones piled up at their feet. On the Red Hawk side, no one would make a jubilant move, and the Thornheart Ghouls followed closely behind the leader as they always pushed deeper into the enemy formation.

Ghouls don't have fear, but that doesn't mean they're invincible in war, and the disparity in power is always objective. Led by Red Hawk, the Thornheart Ghouls tore open a wide opening in the enemy's line. There is no way for the Ghouls of the Gnarods to stop the Red Eagle Sect from moving forward, and although they are numerous, if the situation continues to develop like this, there will come a time when they will be slain by the Thornheart Ghouls who have the upper hand.

The ghoul soldiers were harvested in patches like straw under a sickle, and the ghoul lords died one by one under the sharp spirit of the Red Eagle, and there was not a single character in the Ghoul camp that could confront them head-on.

……

Just as the tide of the battle was one-sided, a new situation emerged.

The sword pierces the sky. The blinding light caught me off guard, and I closed my eyes reflexively. When I opened my eyes again, I realized through the afterimage of what had just happened, a deadly arc of lightning shot from a distance, hitting the body of the red eagle!

The arc was cast by a guy dressed in a very different outfit from other Gunod ghouls. The gleaming golden scales pierced its body, which at first glance looked like the scales on the chest of a dragon; The lilac robe hung like dragon wings from his outstretched arms, fluttering high in the wind; In addition, there is a familiar mask on its face, which fills me with reverie about its true identity hidden behind the mask.

The strange visitor was hovering low in the air with his feet off the ground and flying steadily towards the battlefield, while his hands continued to condense the thunderbolt in the direction of the Red Eagle. Judging by the respectful gaze of the Ghoul ghouls looking up. This guy is most likely the leader of the Ground ghouls.

Shriveled limbs are exposed. This means that it also belongs to the category of ghouls, but upon closer inspection, I don't see any signs of being infested with Namira's Rot, which allows it to pour out the power of its elements on its enemies without hesitation.

One after another, arcs of electricity broke through the air and hit Red Eagle's body, and the stimulation of electricity disrupted the flow of magic in Red Eagle's body. Make his steps vague and stiff. The scorching heat that erupted from its body was forcibly stopped by the disturbance of the electric current.

Seeing the leader being bombarded with a series of spells from the enemy. The thornheart ghouls of the Lord Protector immediately interspersed directly in front of the Red Eagle from their positions on both sides, and used their bodies to block the path of the arc for the Red Eagle, giving it precious breathing time.

I don't know what kind of changes this odd-looking guy will make when he joins the battlefield. What I care about most now is who this person really is.

Shortly after I arrived in the Nayn Realm, I met Uncle Musk in the Temple of Coldfall, the ruins of the ancient Nords, who was the first guide I met in this realm. I was so impressed by the mask he was wearing at that time that even the pseudonym he designed for himself was derived from his mask.

Uncle Musk gave me his mask before leaving, but unfortunately I didn't bring it to Ruichi. Although I couldn't compare them on the spot, I was able to confirm that the two masks had very similar styles and textures. The only thing that is fundamentally different is the material of the mask: the one in my hand is wooden, while the one on the battlefield wears a mask made of metal that looks like red-hot wrought iron from a distance.

Why would it have such a mask? What is the meaning of these masks? Is there any connection between it and Uncle Musk? Why is it now hanging out with a horde of Grunod ghouls? How is it different from other ghouls? What exactly is the purpose of its here?

A long list of questions was piling up in my head, and I didn't know where to start. But I have very little time to think about it right now, and I have to return my attention to the battlefield. Lightning mages in iron masks are coming, and soon a heavyweight showdown will take place before my eyes, and it will decide the fate of many.

……

After a while, the weakened Red Eagle finally recovered from the violent oscillations of the electric current, and it rested its hand on the hilt of the long sword at its waist to stare at the iron-masked mage in front of him, and the loss it had just suffered made it dare not be careless.

Coming across the ocean of ghouls, the Iron Mage descended from mid-air, its toes touching the ground still levitating. No mood swings were discernible on its solidified iron surface, and its shriveled hands re-danced with brilliant magical light.

Another thick arc of lightning rushed out, but this time the Red Eagle was ready to defend, and the long sword standing in front of it barely blocked the lightning blow, and the rampaging electricity was channeled under the ground. Immediately after, without waiting for the other party to strike again, Red Eagle raised his long sword high and launched a counterattack first.

It seems that Red Eagle knows very well in his heart that the uniqueness of lightning magic is to weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness. Now facing a lightning magic expert, there are countless ghoul miscellaneous soldiers gathered around him, if he gets caught in a fight with it, the situation will inevitably develop in the direction of his favor, and a quick battle is the wisest choice.

Red Eagle ran at full speed with a galloping pace. The ghoul soldiers who stood in its way were all wrenched to pieces by the raging currents. It was hard to imagine that a withered body that had been made into a dried corpse could burst out with such terrifying mobility and impact.

The Iron Mage probably didn't expect that the other party would have such a strong physical strength, and in the face of the fierce Red Eagle, it no longer hid its secrets. Majestic magic began to surround the Iron Mage's body, manifesting itself in the form of a lightning storm. The ghoul soldiers waiting beside it were overwhelmed, and they all plunged their weapons into the surface, holding on hard to prevent themselves from being sucked into the storm and crushed.

However, the erosion of Namira's decay has long since destroyed the foundations of the ancient Nordic ghouls. The Iron Mage's strength continued to skyrocket uncontrollably, and the electricity surrounding it grew stronger and stronger, gradually exceeding the threshold that the Gunod ghouls could withstand. Eventually, the surrounding Gounod ghouls were sucked into the storm. The rotten bones made the sharp electric light even more dangerous.

The Red Hawk, who rushed single-handedly, looked far weaker than the Iron Mage. But having seen the power of the Red Eagle before, I clearly understood that it was because the Red Eagle had not yet burst into full force. Just as he was about to rush into the death storm of the Iron Mage, the long sword in Red Eagle's hand was full of red light, and suddenly even the dazzling electric light surrounding the other party's body became eclipsed.

For a one-hit kill. The Red Eagle burst into full potential. The one who stabbed at the Iron Mage was no longer one man and one sword. It was a blood-red glow. The Iron Mage's withered face was hidden beneath the mask, unable to reveal any fluctuations, but I could clearly sense a sense of utter shock in its body language.

Before the official fight, it fell into a life-and-death situation. A dragon head staff appeared in the Iron Mage's hand. With the swing of the staff, furious thunderclouds surged into the air, unbridled with deadly currents in an attempt to stop the Red Hawk's relentless progress. However, at this time, there was nothing to stop the red eagle, which had turned into a red lightning bolt, and the blood-red sword qi swept away the gloomy thunderclouds like a newborn red sun, and shot towards the enemy's chest with its owner!

Two surging torrents collided in the center of the battlefield, as if the sky was falling apart. The entire battlefield was devastated, with shattered corpses scattered everywhere, shattered into powder by thunder, or reduced to ashes by the flames, and no ghoul could survive within a radius of several hundred meters centered on the point of the explosion.

……

The dust cleared, the thundercloud storm still raged on the battlefield, and a huge crater appeared in the very center of the battlefield, but the two sides of the duel were gone.

The Thornheart Ghouls suffered the heaviest losses, all of them following closely behind Red Hawk, and most of them were affected by the vicious battle just now, losing almost ninety percent of their original strength. Although the losses on the side of the Grunod ghouls were equally shocking, they still had countless reserves to use, which was far from being something that the remaining less than a hundred Thornheart ghouls could defeat.

A handful of Thornheart ghouls are surrounded in a small circle. If they possess human intelligence, they can easily fight their way out of the world. But their essence is a weapon of war made by the crow ghost woman, and there is no word for escape in their dictionary.

The encirclement grew smaller and smaller, gradually closing until the last little void was completely overwhelmed by the tide of the Gunod ghouls. The Thornheart Ghouls, as well as the Oathbreaker troops brought by the Raven Ghost Woman, were all wiped out.

Is it all over?

No, not yet. The ultimate goal of these Grunod ghouls is not to eliminate the power of the Raven Ghost on the battlefield, but to ......

They looked out over the cliff we were!

……

The tide of Gounod ghouls finally gathered directly below us.

They're really coming for Iola. Carrying out the orders given by the Lady of Decay, Aiola infiltrated the crypt where they lived to spread the strain. If everything is in order, the ghouls who have been seeded with "Namira's Rot" will unknowingly decay in their slumber, and they will not know what is happening to them.

However, what Aiola didn't expect was that there was a powerful being buried in that tomb. It saw through Iola's actions, banished her from the city, and awakened all the ghouls before they were all corrupted, leading them on a path of revenge. Now, they've finally found their rightful owner!

Aiola is suspended in mid-air, and if the Gounod ghouls want to insert their blades into Aiola, they must first climb the cliff and let go of my hand and let Aiola and I fall, and I will not sit idly by and watch this happen.

“Fus！”

Several clumsy ghouls were shaken off the cliff and smashed to pieces.

“Fus！”

The fragile bodies of several ghouls were shattered to pieces by the roar.

“Fus！”

……

The Ghoul ghouls tried their best, but they didn't succeed in climbing the cliff.

But they did not give up revenge. Soon, as if inspired by me, they came up with a vicious idea, and the Gounod ghouls began to gather directly below us, forming a semicircular queue against the cliffs.

“AavDilon！”

“Bologaaz,mallir！”

“Dirvolaan！”

The choir of ghouls sang the melody of death directly below us, and we who hung from the cliff were struck like bells by hammers from all directions.

Aiola hung directly below me, blocking most of the shockwave for me, but she was hurt more as a result. When I struggled to turn my head and look at her out of the corner of my eye, she had become a bloody person.

Dizzy, I did my best just to keep it from falling. Hurry up and let this all end! (To be continued......)