Chapter 1942: 551 Enemy Slayer Blade and Fallen Valkyrie War Armor

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On the back of the Purgatory Beast.

The Demoness of Desire extended a hand as white as jade, tightly clenching the robust, full pole of the Summoning Banner.

In an instant.

Intense ripples emanated rapidly from the pole, spreading outward in circles.

Wherever the ripples reached.

All enemy units were subjected to a significant impact, coupled with negative effects such as fear, intimidation, and paralysis.

Glasia’s fingers tensed, and the color on the back of her hand swiftly transformed from white to a deeper bronze.

More ripples continuously stimulated the devil soldiers on the battlefield.

In just a few breaths.

The apparent decline in the devil’s army was immediately reversed!

The devils shouted the names of the Demoness of Desire and the Lord of War, their morale boosted as they continued to charge.

On the other hand, the enemy forces affected by the banner’s ripples seemed somewhat passive.

Even the powerful Snake Demons began to momentarily avoid the brunt.

They retreated from the frontline, covering each other as they moved towards the nearby Fierce Rhinoceros, taking advantage of the Black Water Swamp’s terrain, which was favorable for the Rhinoceros and Snake Demons to maneuver, hence encountering minimal resistance from the Steel War Carriage Army.

The situation shifted once again.

It seemed like the Devil Camp had regained the initiative.

But Matthew did not think so.

“Morale that’s forcefully boosted will only fall harder once the external effects wear off.”

“With the Lord of Darkness continuously revealing his hand and using the geographical advantages of the torn plane to successfully target the devil’s army, anyone with a bit of sense could pinpoint the key issue…”

He believed.

If Glasia couldn’t deal with— or at least entangle— Beckman,

then the devil’s army couldn’t achieve a breakthrough on the frontal battlefield!

Beckman was clearly aware of this too.

Thus, he had remained hidden in the shadows from the beginning.

Rather than say he actively chose a defensive stance, skillfully and astutely countering Glasia’s attacks, it was more of a compelled choice.

For Beckman, the risk of being targeted by the enemy was too great.

After all, there was a significant disparity in strength, especially at the high-end power level, and whether powerful external allies like Jassiliven, Galan, and Babasha could wield their full strength in the torn plane remained questionable.

He had to preserve himself as much as possible in order to possibly secure a final victory.

But unfortunately.

Driven by the will of Blood River, the Demoness of Desire would not allow Beckman to keep hiding.

Thus, after continuous waves from the battle banner.

Glasia did not stop.

She chose to pull the battle banner from the Purgatory Beast, tucking it horizontally under her arm!

She pointed the tip of the battle banner towards the shadows at the sides of the castle.

The next second.

A solemn and fervent incantation burst forth from Glasia’s mouth.

Matthew narrowed his eyes, hearing the Blasphemy for the first time with such a lengthy chanting step; the length of the syllables already hinted at its profoundness.

Thus, he quietly retreated a distance and cast some defensive spells on himself just in case.

But this time, Matthew was a bit overcautious.

As the chanting began.

The Demoness of Desire’s attention was locked on the shadows throughout.

After the prolonged chanting ended.

The tip of the battle banner began to blur.

Glasia’s chest swelled greatly, and she let out a sharp cry:

“Old Enemy!”

“Arch-Enemy!”

“Mortal Enemy!”

“No escape!”

Several phrases resembling Blasphemy, mixed with some demon language, followed.

The thick base and pointed tip, resembling a spear, of the Summoning Banner rapidly disappeared in her hand.

In an instant.

Matthew caught sight of multicolored barriers emerging on the castle walls from the corner of his eye—

They were defensive barriers set by the Volcano Mage, Erin, for self-protection.

However, the spear wasn’t aimed at him.

A few seconds later.

A muffled grunt suddenly came from the shadows, followed by a grimace and a mumbling incoherence, and then Beckman’s lament came from the shadows:

“Blasphemy of Purgatory and the Demon ‘Enemy Slayer Blade’.”

“This battle banner really does heed your command.”

“It seems I have underestimated you…”

As his voice fell.

Ripples, many times more violent than before, exploded from the shadows.

The shadow creatures near the castle received a powerful shock.

But the most dazzling was a protruding part inside the Shadow Domain.

There,

endless darkness was dissipating at an alarming rate.

A frail figure was forced out by a mighty force.

He seemed to have sustained some injuries.

However, that battle banner, which even Matthew found daunting, was now buzzing in the Shadow Domain.

It was surrounded by nothing.

Just endless shadows.

It constantly erupted with wave after wave of ripples, but most were absorbed by the Shadow Domain.

Matthew’s eyelids twitched.

He realized Beckman, leveraging his powerful domain power, had forcibly suppressed the incoming Summoning Banner.

On the surface, it seemed Glasia might risk losing this divine artefact.

But in reality, her objectives had already been met—

Firstly, Beckman had been injured by the Summoning Banner.

Secondly, he was forced to reveal himself, making it not so easy to disappear from Glasia’s perception again!

“Beckman…”

“You may not realize it, but you’ve underestimated me in more than one way.”

“And I have much more to offer than you might expect!”