MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Racial Competition-2
“Damn it! Do those reckless dragons and phoenixes even realize we’re in the midst of a battlefield?”

An elf barked, retreating swiftly as he narrowly evaded a savage claw strike. His arrow flew true, piercing the demon’s forehead with deadly precision.

“Hmph. It matters little. Elves, assemble at once. We will not be humiliated in this display”

Another elf commanded sharply.

At her call, the entire contingent seemed to dissolve into the swirling smoke and haze, vanishing from the battlefield without a trace.

They reappeared perched upon the branches of scattered trees, bows drawn taut with ten arrows each.

The bowstrings strained to their limits before the arrows were loosed in unison. Mid-flight, the shafts multiplied, then descended upon the battlefield like a storm.

Each arrow found its mark with unerring precision, striking the temples or glabella of the demons’ skulls. Every projectile pierced dead center, showcasing impeccable accuracy.

None struck the eyes or chests; their sole aim was the head, the brain itself.

A symphony of heavy thuds resonated across the battlefield as demon and abomination corpses collapsed to the ground.

But the elves were not merely firing arrows; they infused each shaft with elemental energy, amplifying their destructive power with devastating effect.

A bolt of black lightning tore through the sky, crashing into the trees with a ferocious crackle that shook the air.

Without hesitation, the elves vanished from their perches, the wind element swirling around them like a coiled tempest. Their bodies moved with swift grace, effortlessly evading the devastating strike.

The moment they touched the ground, they moved in perfect unison, as if forged through countless hours of training for this very moment.

Mana surged through their veins, and Spiritual Energy erupted from their cores. Smiles of fierce determination blossomed across their faces.

“Show these miscreants why we are blessed by the World Tree!”

The commanding voice of a female elf thundered, resonating in the hearts of every warrior.

In perfect synchrony, some clasped their hands together with a single sharp clap, while others dropped to their knees, their palms pressing firmly into the earth beneath.

Yet all were united in purpose.

[Elemental Summoning Art: Wind Spirit]

[Elemental Summoning Art: Fire Spirit]

A myriad of summoning Techniques and Arts ignited simultaneously, filling the battlefield with an overwhelming surge of elemental power.

The world trembled with maddening intensity, as if reality itself was on the verge of fracturing. Spiritual Energy erupted like a broken dam, bursting forth uncontrollably.

Then, as though a portal to the Spirit World had been torn open, a colossal, glowing silver gate manifested before them, pulsing with a serene, almost tender aura.

With a resonant boom, Spiritual Energy roared across the sky as the gate fully opened.

The simultaneous activation of the elves’ summoning Techniques and Arts had unleashed this extraordinary phenomenon.

From the gate, countless spirits poured forth, diverse in kind and strength, their energies and auras surging with palpable intensity.

Even the spirits wore smiles, sensing the fervent emotions of those who had called them forth.

Without a word, they plunged into the fray, battle intent blazing in their eyes.

Once again, the battlefield trembled under the weight of their arrival.

“We cannot be outdone now, can we? We started this challenge, and we will not allow another race to claim victory”

A vampire soldier’s voice cut through the air, cold and resolute.

What had once been a battle of life and death had devolved into a contest of supremacy, a ruthless competition to prove which race wielded the greatest power against the demons, a challenge the vampires had unsurprisingly initiated.

“Shall we proceed?”

Another vampire’s voice followed, sharp and eager.

Then, suddenly, three hundred vampires stood motionless, each one carrying the mark of a pure and ancient bloodline.

Their lips parted in unison as they uttered the invocation:

Vampiric Transformation

Blood-red energy erupted violently from their veins, coalescing into a swirling, pulsating crimson cocoon that enveloped their bodies, intensifying with raw power.

With a deafening boom, the cocoons shattered outward like shards of glass, waves of blood-red energy rippling through the air, crushing everything caught in their devastating path.

The transformed vampires now stood tall, forms elongated, sharper, and more imposing. A sinuous tail coiled behind each of them; their fangs had grown longer, and claws stretched further into deadly talons. Silent red and black wings unfurled from their backs, casting ominous shadows.

With a bloodthirsty chorus, they spoke as one:

Blood World

An immense surge of crimson energy burst forth, engulfing everything within sight.

Every drop of blood within reach rose from the ground, converging to form a vast, pulsating sphere a colossal world of blood encasing both demons and abominations.

Within the swirling blood worlds, demons and abominations stood paralyzed, their bodies betraying them as control over their own blood slipped away.

Frozen in place, they were helpless against the unseen force binding them.

Then, as if spoken in unison, chilling voices echoed from the blood worlds, resonating across the battlefield and searing into every ear:

Blood Degradation

Suddenly, every demon felt their blood vanish from their veins. Their hearts raced desperately, pounding harder to circulate what remained, but it was futile. With a heavy thud, one by one, they collapsed, drained and powerless.

The vampires wasted no time, summoning more demons and abominations from the battlefield into their Blood World, relentlessly repeating the devastating process.

After several minutes, their Blood World shattered into fragments, collapsing like fragile glass.

But they did not relent.

They vowed to kill as many as necessary, endlessly, until their transformation was undone.

Their wings beat fiercely against the wind as they shot skyward with the speed and force of a bullet train.

All three hundred hovered above like demonic angels, an ominous host silhouetted against the darkening sky.

Their lips parted once more, voices rising in perfect unison.

Corrosive Blood Rain.

The heavens darkened as clouds gathered, shimmering with a crimson hue that bathed the battlefield in blood-red and shadowed black.

Then, from the ominous clouds, red blood rained down upon all below.

The demons and abominations screamed as the corrosive droplets touched their flesh, melting it away.

They desperately tried to repel the corrosive blood with their chaotic energy, but it was futile.

The corrosive rain sought out anything tainted with chaos energy, sparing none.

The blood soaked the soldiers as well, but left them unharmed, merely staining their bodies a deep, unsettling red.

Seizing the moment, the military soldiers on the ground moved with ruthless precision, exploiting every crack and opening on the battlefield to press their advantage.