Amidst the flying bullet comments, countless people were posting screenshots of the Demon King and Elf King's great battle, stating that as long as Camedor City could be held, this great battle could be won.
After glancing at the answer he was satisfied with, Ye Feng turned to the crowd behind him and heavily patted his chest: "Don't be afraid, the Demon King can't come anymore!"
"Good! Let's get him! Let's blow them up—!"
As everyone shouted in unison, the staff tips of the fire mages in the front row pricked their index fingers, and from where the blood beads floated, 30,000 crimson meteors burst forth, trailing blood-colored tails as they fell towards the black tide.
"Boom—!"
Countless fireballs hit the ground, and the land ahead was instantly enveloped in thick smoke and raging flames, the scorching temperature causing the ground to rapidly begin to melt.
And this battle of the century officially kicked off with the outbreak of the first fire rain!
The wind mages' chants followed closely, and tornadoes wrapped in ice shards rose from the earth's fissures, simultaneously restraining the magical beasts and pulling down the thunder from the sky... Purple lightning continuously gathered in the clouds, and in the next instant, it transformed into dragons with heads and tails connected, diving down and crashing heavily into the prism condensed in the air by the ice mages.
As each mirror surface refracted a large number of light beams, the beams split into rays within the mirror array, sweeping down all the magical beasts soaring in the air... "Basalt Coffin—!"
The earth mages' fingertips were deeply embedded in the city wall, and as their lips moved slightly, countless sharp cones shot up from the ground, pressing down on the battlefield like a collapsing mountain.
The surging spikes pierced through the magical beasts falling from the sky, and then, with renewed vigor, stabbed towards the magical beasts rushing forward.
"Sizzle..."
Countless magical beasts were pierced in an instant, their dismembered bodies, carrying a strong smell of blood, rapidly spread across the battlefield with the hurricane.
With violent tremors, the earth split open, and the huge cracks instantly swallowed the demon vanguard.
"All things have spirits!"
A large number of players simultaneously formed hand seals, and countless vines snaked out from the cracks, their barbed thorns attacking the battlefield indiscriminately, forcefully fixing several bone dragons in place.
"Quick, water, quick, water, quick, water, quick, water!"
Two-colored raindrops fell from the sky, and the storm clouds summoned by the chant poured down azure waves, but they were ignited by the fire mages mid-fall, turning into a sky full of flowing fire waterfalls... "Damn, your chanting method is a bit special! Is 'demons and monsters, quickly leave' coming next!"
"Damn, I can still smell it, oh my god, it's so uncomfortable, this pungent smell rushing into my nasal cavity is really unbearable, why can we spectators smell it too?"
"I'm used to it, buddy, I advise you not to vomit, the more you vomit, the more you'll want to."
...The lich in the magical beast tide saw this situation and was about to activate a barrier, but the sky full of flowing fire had already reached him in an instant.
"Boom—!"
He was instantly burned to charcoal, and before his body could hit the ground, it was crushed into dust by the closely following lightning storm.
Several bone dragons tried to break through the fire rain but were hit in the spine by a cluster of meteorites raised by the earth mages, and the burning dragon bones exploded again upon impact with the ground.
"Lu Benwei from Class 7, Grade 2, Second Senior High School of XX City, is officially participating!!!"
"Hi-hahaha! Let's go!"
With several extremely excited shouts, a certain part of the city wall suddenly erupted with dark green poisonous mist, and 17 Elf Raceplayers rushed out from it.
"Forest Sea Binding Art!"
Their dark green long hair danced in the wind, and as they slammed their hands on the ground, the ground trembled violently again, and a large number of trees rose up, instantly changing the surrounding terrain.
"They can get through!? If they get through, I'll eat my helmet right then and there—!" The Elf player joked, then increased the force in his hands again.
The unprecedented battle lasted for two months, until the battlefield was covered by thick corpse soil, and the stench in the air reached an unprecedented level... Although the players and the royal Soldiers continuously attacked the demon race in a relay battle format, after two and a half months, the players' magic power inevitably approached exhaustion...
The demon corpses piled at the base of the city wall suddenly twitched and pieced together into a mountain of flesh, which a large number of earth-attribute players struggled to break apart by shaking the ground simultaneously...
And the demon race, which had previously been intercepted a thousand miles away, had now reached the vicinity of the city wall, and the royal armies launched their final charge, vowing to die...
When the first ray of twilight pierced through the smoke, the five thousand robes were no longer recognizable in their original colors, and only a few tens of the 5,000 players remained...
Broken staffs were stuck in the piles of corpses, spontaneously burning, their residual magic power illuminating the battlefield like a starfall, and widespread wailing had not yet ceased...
Below the city wall, elemental turbulence was still gnawing at the earth, and various magical lights flowed in the cracked scorched earth, until a fierce wind swept through...
The wind carried the horn of the demon race's retreat, mixed with the hoarse chuckle of a certain young female mage.
Jecardelina was using an ice blade to trim her scorched hair ends, the lingering lightning in her irises had not yet dispersed, her armor had long since burned away, and she stood on the city wall, covered in blood and gore.
"Sigh... Ah... My leg..."
"Did we win!? Boohoo..."
"Cough cough cough... That's great, finally... finally..."
The 10 remaining players, still with a breath left, staggered to their feet, looking around to see that they were all missing limbs and completely charred.
"Ugh... Hiss..."
A hand reached out from the pile of corpses, pushing aside the surrounding bodies, and Ye Feng suddenly burst out, gasping for air... "The Streamer is still alive—! Awesome! Everyone type 6! We humans won the battle of the century! We held on for two and a half months with flesh and blood!"
"Everyone stand up—! We won, we won! We really won!"
"The Elf King got MVP! Score 13.0, the Streamer, the lying-down-winner, scored 3.0!"
"Humans will never be slaves!!! Clap clap!"
"A great victory, next we should go find trouble with those nobles! We've given them too much face!"
...A biting pain came from within him, and he finally reluctantly adjusted the pain synchronization to 0%, only then dragging his broken leg to stand up.
"I really can't imagine, if the pain synchronization was 100%, our players would probably have died no less than 100 times..."
Ye Feng looked at his injuries with lingering fear, swallowed, and felt a chill run down his spine.
As the remaining magical beasts were cleared, the mere 5,000 royal Soldiers, under Jekaderlina's instruction, began to rescue the wounded...
When everything finally settled, the young girl bowed her head to the corpses covering the ground, her excited gaze also filled with reluctance...
Caesar Empire Royal City—
April 17th—
One month after this great battle, the 11 human players who survived the battle successively ended their tests due to severe injuries.
At this point, only four human players remained in Erestia: Ye Feng, Old Chen, and a university student, Cliff, and an office worker, Aston.
The time spent together during the great battle filled all the viewers with admiration for Jecardelina; could a 15-year-old girl possess such courage?
Ye Feng also had a good impression of her, while Cliff and Astoninstantly became her little fanboys, eager to madly pursue this young girl