The battle raged on for a while, most of the grass were already cut down and small patches in the soil lay in ruins.

There was a loud thud near the gate. Most of the elders turned their heads, half expecting to find that Morbius had summoned another calamity, but there stood Lucien and Thorin, who had just arrived at the scene.

Thorin had a huge club in his hand, he didn’t much like the situation, but he was always prepared to smash some puny demons to bits.

Lucien had a frown on his face, he clicked his tongue, drew a golden sword, and levitated in the air. If he was going to have to fight a bunch of demons, he better do so quickly, and as cleanly as possible.

Getting demon blood on his cloak or skin was considered a sin.

Thorin immediately bolted to the scene, slamming his club down on multiple demons at once, killing them like flies, he stepped on a couple, crushing them instantly as he waded through hordes of them.

Lucien sighed and closed his eyes momentarily, then his eyes began to glow with a deep golden hue. He moved, fast, cutting everything in his way down with practiced ease, since he levitated above ground, it seemed as though he was just mowing the grass with the way he chopped off their heads.

Rhaenys and Esty let out a synchronized sigh of relief, seeing that their workload had just lightened with the arrival of these two powerhouses.

Yggros’ part wasn’t neglected, as she controlled her vines from beyond the tree, taking down as many as she could.

_ _ _

The metal clangs could still be heard across the field, Alaric and Morbius remained unrelenting in their battle, each parrying and striking with enough force to crack the earth beneath them.

Neither of them was willing to give an inch, they remained close, eyes focused on each other.

Morbius swung his chained sickle in a vicious arc, crimson energy trailed behind the blade like a river of blood, but Alaric met the attack head on, his sword crashing against the sickle with explosive force.

CLANGG!!

There was a burst of shockwaves that flattened the tall grasses and sent dozens of demons flying into the air.

Morbius pushed forward, Alaric pushed back.

Morbius’ free hand began to glow with a dark energy, causing dozens of dark tendrils to shoot up out of the earth at alarming speed.

Alaric remained in tune with his surroundings, he closed his eyes, and his Qi exploded outwards. It was as though time slowed down. He bent low and in one swift movement, he sliced a perfect arc, using his leg as pivot. The tendrils vanished as quickly as they came.

Alaric quickly jumped at Morbius, swinging the heavy blade down on him. Morbius parried with the sickle, grunting as he struggled to hold back against the attack.

"You’re slowing down, Old Morbius." Alaric mocked.

"You wish. Human." Morbius laughed as he pushed back.

The demon general jerked his arm backwards. The chain attached to his sickle rattled violently before shooting towards Alaric like a large serpent.

Alaric narrowly swung his head to the side, and the chain grazed his cheek, causing a thin line of blood to appear. It dripped down his face all the way down to his white beard.

"Ha! Finally got you!" Morbius grinned.

Alaric touched the blood running down his cheek and looked at it, the injury pulsed a bit because Morbius’ sickles and chains were laced with the infamous Aether poison from Helmand.

Alaric only smiled when he looked at the blood. "You’ll have to do more than that." He said to Morbius.

ZOOM!

He disappeared from sight, leaving a puff of air in his absence, Morbius’ eyes widened as he lost his bearings.

The next second, a hard fist slammed into his jaw, sending him flying across the battlefield, crushing some of his own soldiers in the process before regaining control.

Before he could recover, Alaric was already there, another hard blow lined up for the demon general.

Their weapons collided over and over.

Above them, Seraphina soared through the sky like the golden sun. Every flap of her wings sent flames towards the battlefield, reducing entire groups of demons to ash.

One demon attempted a leap at her, but it never reach. A single beam of golden fire pierced through its skull as it fell lifelessly to the ground.

Lucien carved through the battlefield with terrifying precision, his golden blade flashed repeatedly, causing demon heads to roll, and limbs to fall apart.

Thorin, meanwhile, was having the time of his life, his club rose and fell repeatedly.

Each swing turned into a gruesome sight, demons exploded into chunks of meat and blood wherever his club landed.

"Hah!"

"Smash!"

"You all are fodder!"

SMASH!

"Come on!"

SMASH!

"Is that all you got!"

A group of demons charged towards him at once. He only laughed and spun around, his club connected with every single one of them.

Not far away, Sylvanor and Rhaenys darted between enemies with astonishing speed.

Rhaenys was not much taller than the dwarf, but she possessed an immense level of power and swordsmanship. Their small statures allowed them to easily weave through attacks.

Demons swung at empty air as they slipped past them.

A moment later, their heads separated from their shoulders cleanly.

The once lovely looking garden had now become a sea of corpses, a sight that made Yggros’ spirit writhe in anger.

Black blood soaked the earth, broken weapons littered the ground.

Back near the World Tree, Morbius wiped blood from the corner of his mouth.

His cocky grin had disappeared. Alaric was stronger than he remembered, far stronger.

The human’s attacks were forcing him onto the defensive, he hated that.

It irritated him deeply.

Morbius suddenly raised his free hand, crimson energy gathered around his palm.

Alaric, immediately sensing danger, managed to side step just as a beam of scarlet energy erupted forward.

BOOMMM!

The attack carved a massive scar in the battlefield, hundreds of trees in the distance were instantly obliterated.

Several unfortunate demons completely erased alongside them.

"Ho! Trying to kill your own army now?" Alaric whistled.

"They’re expendable."