**Chapter 26: Tragic**
The disarray of the evil spirits became an unstoppable tide.
Most of the evil spirits from the lower planes are opportunists, especially the Ygoroth and Night Witches, who care most about their own interests. Now, in their attack on Modo City, they not only failed to reap enough benefits by harvesting the souls of mortals, but instead suffered heavy losses, with many comrades already killed. Under such circumstances, they had no will to continue fighting. Evil spirits will never be as powerful as demons and devils; some evil spirits have had their foundations shattered, and it would take many years for them to recover.
They had decided to give up here.
Even if they still planned to invade the Material Plane, there were probably not many willing to invade Modo Island.
“The evil spirits have retreated.”
“Should we seal the portal and catch them all?!”
The Fallen Witch seemed eager, as when evil spirits enter the Material Plane, if they are killed, they might drop Soul Crystals. This is a characteristic of lower plane beings, whose bodies are twisted from souls. These Soul Crystals have great utility for the Fallen Witch, especially since she has recently planned to further study the important component of the Floating City — the Arcane Golem Puppet!
A more powerful golem puppet that can even cast spells.
Other golem puppets, whether stone golems, iron golems, or diamond golems, primarily possess strong melee capabilities.
However, Arcane Golems are different; they not only have strong melee capabilities but can also cast some spells, which requires even higher demands on Soul Crystals.
As for the Tower Spirit and the magical energy power device, the conditions for their creation are even higher than these two.
“Let them leave.”
“If we forcibly close the portal, these evil spirits might fight us to the last. The losses would be greater then.”
The gentle voice of the High Priest rang out, slowly saying, “I can sense the spatial barrier growing weaker; in the future, there will likely be more challenges to face. Preserving our strength is more important right now.”
On another side.
Gloria was playing with a fiery red Soul Crystal in her hand, which came from a legendary-level evil spirit, and the unique properties of the Hell of Scorching Flames seemed a bit different. The energy of the Soul Crystal was filled with a burning aura.
Perhaps Soren would be very interested in this item.
After suffering nearly half the casualties, the retreating evil spirits finally escaped back into the depths of the Hell of Scorching Flames, while the battlefield was littered with the corpses of evil spirits.
The witches were busy collecting the spoils.
Mortals cannot discern what is most valuable on evil spirits; the Soul Crystals need to be collected as a whole, as the golem legion of Modo City must rely on these Soul Crystals to craft.
As for the other items, they also need to be collected collectively, as rewards need to be given to those who fought bravely.
This crisis was considered over.
Although Soren did not take action and did not even return, the long-managed Modo City still relied on its own strength to survive the crisis.
This city was no longer Soren’s burden but his most important asset.
“The next matters will be left to you.”
“The power stored in the temple has been severely depleted; I must quickly organize a large-scale prayer ritual to restore the temple’s power!”
Without the support of the Divine Kingdom, the power consumed by the temple each time it activates is enormous.
The High Priest now must continuously preside over large-scale believer prayer rituals to collect the Divine Power of Faith and replenish the massive power just consumed by the temple.
………
Meanwhile.
In the distant direction of the Misty Forest, another battle was gradually coming to a close.
The Lesser Demon Lords from the 27th and 39th layers of the Bottomless Abyss, after leading their armies to attack the Misty Forest fruitlessly for nearly a day, finally could not bear such heavy losses and began to gradually withdraw from the Misty Forest’s area. Compared to the remote region of the Overseas Islands, the continental attacks were far more severe, as many places had seen the incarnations of Demon Lords. Some were well-known Demon Lords, and some were weaker Lesser Demon Lords. Their armies included many who had participated in the Abyssal Blood War. Their power was, of course, quite formidable.
The edges of the Misty Forest were already filled with the corpses of demons.
Relative to the evil spirits invading Modo City, the number of demons here had reached over ten thousand, yet even so, they could not shake the Misty Forest in the slightest.
Because blocking their way were rows of ancient war trees awakened from slumber.
Treants.
The children of Father Oak; they were awakened from a thousand years of slumber by Soren’s ritual. Rows of ancient war trees standing over fifteen meters high, wise ancient trees (golden oaks), and ancient arborists formed a solid wall, keeping any demon attempting to attack the Misty Forest at bay. The figures of Earth Spirits, Flower Spirits, and Water Spirits also appeared, as these incarnations of nature’s essence used spells to heal the wounds of the ancient trees, while the Water Spirits extinguished the flames igniting the Misty Forest, and the Earth Spirits summoned plants to form a barrier.
As for the little Flower Spirits, they were responsible for cheering and urging!
“Sister.”
A graceful Earth Spirit in a light green long dress came to the center of the forest and said to the woman on the altar, “The demon army has retreated. It looks like they’ve given up their attack.”
Kalyena’s figure was enveloped in a ball of emerald green light, and upon hearing these words, a hint of joy emerged on her weary face as she murmured, “We finally repelled them!…”
“This time, we owe it all to Soren for helping us successfully conduct the ritual.”
“Otherwise.”
“Without the divine power of Father Oak and these awakened ancient trees, the Misty Forest would have turned to scorched earth, and the sisters would not have escaped the demons’ grasp.”
They were the Earth Spirits.
They were the darlings of nature, and their souls were a rare treasure for demons.
Although they naturally possessed the ability to cast spells, they were also limited by their own restrictions, as Earth Spirits could not stray too far from the ancient trees they inhabited.
In other words, when faced with a demon attack, they could never escape.
If they failed to hold the Misty Forest, then demons could simply destroy their inhabited ancient trees to kill them, and the souls of these Earth Spirits would be reaped by the Demon Lords, turning into their own power or higher forms like Succubi.
Such an ending was certainly not what they hoped for.
“Yes!”
The graceful Earth Spirit nodded in agreement, and then stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, seemingly a bit nostalgic as she said, “I wonder when he will return.”
“I really miss his taste!… That wonderful essence of life!…”
At this, the beautiful Earth Spirit’s face turned slightly red as she whispered, “Sister, we gave him that bracelet, but it seems he rarely uses it!”
“So far, he has only used it once.”
“And that was to summon you! Should we suggest to him to use it more often next time?”
“This bracelet has all the sisters’ powers infused into it.”
“It can draw replenishment from the ancient trees we inhabit. There’s no need to worry about its energy running out. He could use it every day without any issues!…”
Kalyena also flushed slightly upon hearing this and softly said, “Let’s talk to him about it next time.”
“Right now, we should first repair the wounds in the forest.”
“The demons destroyed many trees; we need the Arborists’ help to restore the vitality of this forest!…”
………
The second wave of the Saint’s Cataclysm was about to end.
Some places have successfully passed through this crisis, such as Modo City, Arendelle, the Spearwind Hills, the Misty Forest, the Wizard City, etc., but some places are still engulfed in ongoing warfare.
To the north of Leaffall City.
The land separated by the Agate River is now riddled with holes, with burnt-down strongholds and camps visible everywhere on the plains, and the cultivated farmland destroyed beyond repair. Corpses of half-orc warriors and demons intermingle, and the blood has stained this land. Everything before the eyes is so desolate and tragic.
An elderly figure stood proudly on the earth!
Eugene was surrounded by countless demon corpses, among which were many high-level demons, and he had even slain a Lesser Demon Lord from the 127th layer of the Bottomless Abyss!
Yet there was not a trace of victorious joy on Eugene’s face.
His face was filled only with sorrow.
Even this aged half-orc, who had no fear even in the face of ancient dragons, suddenly burst into tears at this moment.
He knelt on the dark red land.
Letting out a sob filled with repression and unwillingness, his cry seemed to reach the depths of the soul, evoking a sense of sympathy in anyone who heard it.
The half-orcs were finished!
After suffering a painful price to wrest a piece of land from the half-elves, the losses they endured were already significant.
Eugene originally planned to lead the clan to recuperate. Given them ten years, the strength of half-orcs would grow strong again!
But now everything was over.
The demons’ second wave of assault had dragged the half-orc clan into the abyss of destruction. Two battles had exhausted all the adult warriors in the clan; although Eugene led the half-orcs to defeat the demon army with his powerful personal abilities, there were now fewer than one-third of the adult warriors in the clan left. The rest consisted entirely of the old, weak, women, and children. They had even lost the ability to hold this land.
They were dead.
All dead.
Although in the eyes of the half elves, these half-orc warriors were evil executioners, in the face of the demon army, they were brave warriors who fought to the death to protect their homeland.
Their simple minds were filled with muscle, but that did not stop them from fighting until the last drop of blood to protect their home!
The Wolf Cavalry was completely wiped out.
Andrei fought to the death alongside the Demon Sorcerer.
As the most elite and powerful seeds of the half-orc clan, the Orc Sword Saint Ugel led his disciples to cover for Eugene in a surprise attack on the Lesser Demon Lord, bare-chested, swinging his blade, facing a powerful Balroth Demon leader!
This once hope-filled Orc Sword Saint thus fell. At the moment of his death, he exchanged his life for the life of a high-level Balroth Demon leader!
Everything was over.
The seeds of the half-orc rise were all consumed in this brutal battle.
Eugene slowly rose to his feet.
His face looked increasingly aged, undoubtedly a respectable foe; he had not lost to Soren, nor had he lost to the demon army.
He had only lost to fate.
Because even he, the Ascendant – Eugene, could not block the historical tide of the Saint’s Cataclysm!
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