I Am Not A Goblin Slayer

After completing the blockade of the meteor explosion, the battle in the sky officially erupted.

Normally speaking, if Dilla’s true form were to arrive, even though Eli, Carlos, and the others held the advantage in numbers, they would still need to immediately find a way to scatter and flee.

The high-ranking demon race all possess legendary combat strength, capable of easily crushing non-legendary individuals.

However, the entity descending here is merely a manifested body, unable to deploy many of its techniques. Additionally, the cooperation of the three-person team and their preparation for the arrival of the high-ranking demon race made it possible for them to fight back.

Thus, it’s not that they don’t have the power to fight.

The three exchanged glances, showing little intention to back down.

To become epic warriors, one could not be ordinary; they wouldn’t be easily intimidated by Dilla’s mere reputation.

Seeing the eager gazes of the few, Dilla’s lips curled into a smile.

For the high-ranking demon race, finding suitable opponents isn’t easy.

Especially in the depths of the Demon Country, the opponents that can match are typically just a few colleagues.

And among them, there are a few monsters they must avoid, even as a member of the ninth seat.

After all, it only craves intense battles, not a perpetual beating.

The other high-ranking demon races are often in a cultivation state, forcing it to suppress its combative nature.

Therefore, upon hearing of the escalating border conflict, although its true form couldn’t cross the border, it still volunteered to come to the front lines.

"I hope you can bring me more fun, don’t die too easily."

After speaking, it flickered away from its original location.

Archbishop Milo Dalton reacted swiftly; almost at the moment the battle erupted, three holy fires were bestowed upon the three, except Eli, who already had his blessing.

Since hearing the name Dilla, he had been secretly chanting in preparation.

At the same time, Eli Carlos slammed the golden staff in his hand downwards.

Instantly, he, Milo Dalton, and Mable Burns’ aura were linked together.

Upon closer inspection, their domains constructed into a sturdy triangle, like a tripod.

Although the three differed greatly in age, especially Mable Burns, who wasn’t even born when Eli and Milo Dalton achieved fame.

While Milo Dalton served as a bishop, Eli was just a young lad.

Yet, the tacit understanding between this trio of different generations is excellent, otherwise, they wouldn’t frequently act as a team.

Their domains appear independent but don’t conflict, instead seamlessly integrating.

A vast, flowing golden kingdom seemed to emerge in the sky.

This is their greatest confidence, knowing well they might face a high-ranking demon’s manifested form but nonetheless, remain unafraid.

Combining their powers, their domain reached a higher level, impossible to be broken piece by piece; any assault would be shared by all three.

Dilla’s voice resounded.

"Decree Exhaustion!"

Instantly, numerous pale torrents poured down from the air above, majestic in force.

The dignified scene inside the golden kingdom seemed to accelerate, faces of passersby turned gradually aged, and the splendid palaces and temples, streets, and alleys began to collapse.

These are two distinctly different apex epic domains clashing against each other.

The inherent danger is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Even at the extraordinary level, one might be crushed into dust in moments.

But the next instant, the buildings within the golden kingdom stood tall like mushrooms after rain.

The city gates swung open, thousands upon thousands of golden phantom cavalry formed into a torrent, charging at the great demon in the sky.

On the other side, Weaver Erich Xavier and the Green Dragon Queen locked eyes, both flashing with hatred.

The weaver needn’t say much, bearing the hatred for killing his wife and child, while the Green Dragon Queen equally loathed Erich.

In its smooth dragon life, it’s rare to confront such life-and-death crises.

Clearly, those three human warriors were summoned by this man, forcing it into the demon race ranks.

To ordinary demons, joining the demon race might be a lifelong honor, but for a true dragon, it’s not the same.

On one hand, as the Lord of the Borderland, it originally enjoyed sufficient autonomy, within its territory, life and death were dictated by it alone. Even this war, it joined because it saw profit in doing so. Now, joining the demon race means it becomes part of the Demon King’s Army, nominally inferior.

If it communicated with other true dragon lords of the same level, it would be laughed at by the dragons.

On the other hand, it’s what it most feared. Everyone knows the means of the Demon King are unfathomable, joining the demon race might risk being "brainwashed," the best example being the current demon race assembly.

Whether high-ranking demon race with seats or ordinary demon race members, all are loyal to the Demon King.

Is there no problem in this?

But now, however it says it, it’s too late, the Demon King wouldn’t forcefully conscript powerful races like true dragons, Titans, liches to join the demon race.

But if these racial creatures choose to agree, then nothing can be done.

The legendary individuals within these camps wouldn’t have much objection, this is the power of nominal authority.

Moreover, the Green Dragon Aiselas also knew that under such circumstances, no ancient dragons from the colored dragon ranks would stand up for it.

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