NOVGO.NET Chapter 220: The Battle of Changheng
Chapter 220: The Battle of Changheng
“Enemy attack!!!”
The piercing alarm bells echoed across the entire Changheng defense line, red flares launching into the sky as a suffocating sense of urgency filled the air. The entire fortress braced itself as the incoming tide of Abyssal creatures approached.
But the Changheng Military District had been prepared.
Despite the fear gripping their hearts, there was no disorder—only swift action. Officers barked precise commands, ensuring every soldier was at their post, ready to engage the enemy.
Heavenly Revelation Runes lit up across the fortress, and heavy artillery cannons emerged from Changheng’s fortified bastions, their barrels turning to face the encroaching abyss.
The soldiers stationed here were mostly from Longxi Province, a region that had long been accustomed to the horrors of war against the Abyss. But even these battle-hardened veterans couldn’t help but feel a chill crawl up their spines.
This time… the Abyss was unleashing everything.
A dark-red hue spread across the sky, as though stained by endless bloodshed. From within the shadowed depths, countless horrifying figures emerged, their deafening roars shaking the earth itself.
Abyssal Demons.
Grotesque creatures with twisted bodies, skin hardened like molten rock, eyes burning with a primal desire for destruction.
As they surged forward, the stench of sulfur filled the air, and the very ground beneath them began to crack apart, spewing forth rivers of magma.
These were beings born from the Abyss itself—beings that knew nothing but slaughter and ruin.
“800 meters!! Prepare for impact!!” The officers’ voices rang out, their shouts hoarse with tension. Even they couldn’t help but waver in the face of this endless demonic horde.
There were too many.
This was nothing like previous Abyssal incursions. Before, attacks were usually led by a single Demon Lord, commanding an army of lesser demons and fire fiends.
But this time? A single glance across the battlefield revealed countless Demon Lords, their towering figures barely distinguishable in the monstrous tide.
High above the fortress walls, mages had already begun their chants. Forbidden spells crackled with terrifying energy, their incantations resonating through the very air.
Moments later—the sky was set ablaze.
A rain of arcane destruction crashed down upon the advancing demon tide, each explosion carving massive craters into the battlefield, leaving only piles of smoldering corpses.
From the bastions, long-range artillery and laser turrets activated, unleashing blinding beams of energy, sweeping across the battlefield. Every shot disintegrated entire swathes of enemies, reducing them to nothing but ashes.
Meanwhile, support-class professions worked tirelessly behind the front lines, channeling enhancement magic to bolster the soldiers’ strength.
[Blessing of Strength], [Healing Aura], [Courage’s Will]…
Yet despite their efforts, the Abyssal army advanced faster than expected.
A moment later, the first wave crashed into Changheng.
Screams and demonic screeches intermingled in a cacophony of chaos.
At the base of the fortress, smaller Abyssal demons had already begun scaling the walls, forming a living, writhing mass of bodies, clawing their way upward in an attempt to breach the defenses.
These creatures were hideous—razor-sharp claws, armor-like scales, and inhuman agility, allowing them to scale even the sheer, rune-covered fortress walls.
The Heavenly Revelation Runes burned brilliantly, their purifying power disintegrating countless demons on contact. But for every demon slain, ten more took its place. The unrelenting onslaught showed no sign of stopping.
The officers’ expressions turned grim.
If the runes had been at full power, these creatures would never have gotten this far.
And then, the first Abyssal demon breached the walls—a Lesser Imp, a creature no stronger than a Level 10 warrior. In the grand hierarchy of the Abyss, these creatures were disposable cannon fodder—mass-produced horrors that could be spawned by the thousands within a single year.
Yet, despite its insignificance, it was the first to reach the fortress.
The imp cackled, flames erupting from its body—only to be instantly annihilated as a nearby officer crushed its skull beneath his boot, reducing it to nothing but a pile of ashes.
But it wasn’t alone.
More and more demons surged onto the walls, and from above, vampiric succubi and winged harpies descended, launching dark magic bombardments at the defenders.
In mere moments—Changheng was on the brink of collapse.
But this was not an ordinary fortress. It was the first and strongest bulwark of humanity’s defense.
Ancient defensive arrays flared to life, mechanized war golems activated, and artillery bombardments intensified.
Blazing divine light illuminated the battlefield, shielding the human defenders from the corruption of the Abyss.
Yet, the demons were not without their own magic.
Across the battlefield, Abyssal sorcery erupted, colliding against the fortress’s defensive barriers, causing violent energy ripples to spread through the air.
A scene of apocalyptic warfare unfolded.
Blood, screams, fire, and destruction filled every corner of the battlefield. Yet, amidst the despair, the soldiers of Changheng fought with unyielding resolve.
And then, from the depths of the Abyss, a true horror emerged. The air itself split apart, torn open by an unstable dimensional rift.
A monstrous, towering figure emerged—a demon unlike the others.
Its charred, grotesque flesh oozed with smoldering embers, its mere presence warping the space around it. Its eyes—like burning coals—radiated pure, unfiltered malice, its aura suffocating and unholy.
[Infernal Warlord Mygos]: Level 65 Abyssal Boss
Though not the strongest under the Abyssal Queen, Mygos was among the most brutal.
His legions of fire demons had plagued the Changheng Military District for decades, each of his incursions leaving behind devastation and ruin.
And now, he had returned.
With a thundering voice like a storm, Mygos laughed, his infernal cackle reverberating through the fortress.
“Humans… IT IS TIME FOR YOUR ANNIHILATION!”
His words shook the battlefield, a deep, abyssal power weaving through the air, bringing with it a sense of impending doom.
Many defenders felt their hearts waver. But then—a new voice cut through the chaos. A voice calm, yet filled with absolute authority.
“Back to the Abyss with you, Infernal Warlord.”
From the fortress ramparts, a figure stepped forward—a middle-aged man, clad in ancient, ceremonial armor, his presence emanating an overwhelming sense of power and dignity.
A new battle was about to begin.