Chapter 559 - Cicada, Praying Mantis, Oriole (2/2)

(Note: The anger of a warlord!)

Shtick, shtick, shtick. Dazzling sword shadows shrouded everything. Within them, Katyusha, the fallen angel, and the Storm Warlord Parmese all suffered the horrible attack.

It had come too quickly and too densely. With nowhere to hide, they could only block with all their might.

Katyusha had just been saved by her companions and wanted to activate the Thorn of Fate. But then she sank into such a desperate situation. She couldn’t do anything other than using everything to retreat.

The fallen angel suffered the densest attacks. He spun his shurikens like crazy so that it created a seamless blockade before him. Even so, countless sword shadows still got past them and hit him.

Parmese was terrified. All will to fight was gone. He’d already retreated beforehand, but this was useless. He was still within range of the attack. Though he put in all his might to block, he was still cut by a sword on his left leg.

Poof, poof, poof. It was the sound of flesh cutting open, accompanied by the metallic smell of blood. The sounds lasted for half a second. Then three bloody figures flew out in different directions.

The three Legendary figures were all hit at least once by Avatar’s attack of full force. They flew out, covered in injuries.

The most badly hurt was the fallen angel. One of his arms had been hacked off, and blood gushed out of his chest. He stumbled back unsteadily and fell. He convulsed on the ground, blood pooling around him.

No matter how powerful the fallen angel’s vitality was, the Legendary power rushing into him was destructive. The fact that he was alive right now was proof of his strong vitality.

As for Katyusha, she was covered in blood. Though she stayed standing, her body shook uncontrollably, barely unable to hold onto the Spear of Victory.

The least injured was Parmese, but he wasn’t well off either. Everywhere was fine except for his left leg. More than half of his leg was missing. The remaining parts were hanging by shreds. The speed that he was proud of was gone now.

However, Avatar wasn’t well off either. Though he wasn’t hurt, this battle technique had used up all his power. Leaning on his sword, he half-knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

He didn’t look at Katyusha or the fallen angel. Instead, he stared at Parmese.

“I didn’t think this would happen. It was okay for you to take the humans north. It was okay to side with the Dark Elves in the Black Forest. But I didn’t think that you would come back to massacre our helpless brethren and with such a lowly method of a plague! Parmese, you are the biggest disgrace to our race!”

Legendary fighters didn’t look at their appearances. Parmese looked like a human now, and regular people wouldn’t be able to tell. However, Avatar instantly knew who he was after attacking.

Parmese instantly refuted Avatar. “I didn’t do the plague! I just came to kill you!”

“Ha, so what? You’ll kill me and let the plague spread through the Golden Plains to kill our entire race. Your soul will be abandoned by our ancestors. It’s such a pity that I can’t kill you with my own hands.”

He’d lost all his power while Parmese only lost one leg. His power wasn’t damaged at all and could easily kill Avatar.

Parmese didn’t want to be responsible for this. He didn’t care what regular Beastmen thought; he didn’t even care what Avatar thought. However, he couldn’t ignore the countless ancestors.

In Beastmen tradition, ancestors were very important. Respect for the ancestors was ingrained in their souls.

“No, I didn’t do the plague. I couldn’t do something like that!” he exclaimed, either to Avatar or the countless ancestors.

“Kill the demon and Naga to prove to the ancestors!” Avatar roared.

Parmese froze. His eyes moved to Katyusha. The fallen angel was disabled and would need at least three months to recover. The only one present who could fight back was Katyusha.

He instinctively gripped his lancet.

“Parmese,” Katyusha said hurriedly. “Your people are still in the Black Forest. Your wife and children are there too. Don’t forget!”

With that, Parmese’s grip loosened again. He didn’t dare meet Avatar’s eyes, but he didn’t speak either. Lowering his head, he ripped his shirt off and tied up the remnants of his leg. Then he hobbled towards the fallen angel.

He picked the badly hurt demon up and went to Katyusha.

“Let’s go.”

“Why won’t you kill him?” Katyusha asked angrily. The Beastman king was too terrifying. If they didn’t kill him now, she wouldn’t be able to kill him again, even if she had the Spear of Victory.

Parmese shook his head. “Now is not the time. Only he can stop the plague in the Golden Plains. He can’t die!”

“What does this have to do with you?” Katyusha was so pissed she could slap this guy right now.

“Shut up!” Parmese didn’t want to speak further. He took out a tonic and poured it down the fallen angel’s throat. Then he carried him away.

Katyusha stared at the Beastman king kneeling on the ground. She wanted to stab him to death, but she was badly hurt and wasn’t confident. She could only follow Parmese away.

Avatar let out a sigh. Pushing against his broadsword, he rose slowly.

He was still alive; he could still find the cure to the plague. Yes, he had to find the cure. Since he couldn’t find it here, he would go to the Dragon Valley and ask the Red Dragon Queen for help.

Yes, the dragons would have the solution. As long as they were willing to help, he would pay them anything.

With that in mind, he prepared to set off. He’d recovered some of his power now. It might not be enough to fight, but he could travel.

But two steps later, his heart leaped. Without thinking, he jumped to the side.

Whoosh. A black vine as thick as his arm snuck out of the ground, piercing towards his heart like a poisonous needle. Avatar dodged it, but the thorn changed direction too, not leaving his chest.

Helpless, Avatar blocked it with his obsidian broadsword.

Clang! The broadsword was easily forced away by the black vine. Avatar was too weak now. He wasn’t the vine’s match.

After that attack, the vine returned. Avatar groaned inwardly. He dodged at the last moment but still couldn’t avoid it entirely. With a poof, it passed through his arm. Extreme pain besieged his mind. He couldn’t help but grunt.

Immediately after, he felt poison spread from the wound. He was familiar with the poison, and he knew this vine. It was from the High Elves!

In that moment, something flashed past his mind. No wonder Parmese refused to admit that he’s responsible for the plague. The actual masterminds are the High Elves!

As soon as he thought this, his vision dimmed, and he felt dizzy.

In the last moment, he saw a white light flash around him. He knew this was from a portal spell, but he found it strange. Is someone saving me? Are the High Elves capturing me?

With that, he fainted.