Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2759: 1514: Smoke Everywhere

Simultaneously, in line with the voice's announcement, Observation City found itself swallowed by brilliant fires and erupting magical blasts, with thick smoke rising from every corner.

Thunderous booms, savage war shouts, and desperate wails resounded across the vast Giant City. Near the crumbling Magic Towers and structures, rubble scattered wildly, mingled with corpses strewn about.

In the midst of this chaos, most of the fallen were shattered alchemy puppets and fallen city guards, alongside some parasites and victims melted into puddles of “Corrosion.”

“Report to the City Lord: after the western City Gate fell, the remaining three gates have also been breached. Huge hordes of parasites and ‘Corrosion’ are surging in from every side!”

At the entrance to the Great Temple, the resolute, grime-streaked Divine Stone General Curry saluted and informed Old Book: “The city’s barriers are crumbling fast, and the guards are barely hanging on!”

As he spoke, Curry’s firm expression turned even more sorrowful.

Within those parasite forces, numerous were recent city guards overtaken by “Corrosion.” Witnessing their once-allies abruptly become ruthless foes was heartbreaking, even knowing their features had altered. The sheer terror of “Corrosion” sufficed to shatter spirits.

Even with the aid of many Divine Stone Weapons, the city guards yielded ground steadily, faltering under the onslaught.

Upon hearing Curry’s report, the lines on Old Book’s face creased further, and his grip on the Magic Wand quivered faintly. Though he was the City Lord and among the mightiest in the city, events had utterly escaped his command.

From the piling frontline updates, no fewer than 10 half-step Seventh-rank Parasites had stormed the streets, the count of Tier 6 Parasites uncountable, not to mention lower tiers and the “Corrosion” itself.

Old Book drew in a steadying breath, striving for composure, and inquired, “What of the city’s inhabitants?”

“To the City Lord, they’ve all been safely moved into the Great Temple.”

Curry smeared away the bloody streaks on his cheeks and pressed urgently, “City Lord, any word yet on Lord Brave and his group?”

“Nothing whatsoever. Ever since they stepped into the Teleportation Array toward the Underground Fortress, they’ve disappeared completely. I’ve tried every means to locate them, all in vain. This has to be a meticulously set snare by ‘Corrosion.’

Old Book shook his head in reply: “Lord Brave and his companions may well have already…”

“No, that Lord surely hasn’t come to harm. No matter what, that Lord will make his way back!”

A determined tone cut in, as the geared-up Asher Porter emerged nearby. Trailing him were Kara, Calvin, and Old Nick.

“Lord Asher, what brings you here?”

Old Book appeared startled and stated: “You’re all honored visitors that Lord Brave himself ordered us to safeguard. Let us handle this.”

“With that Lord fighting out there, how could we remain inactive?”

Asher’s gaze burned with resolve as he affirmed: “City Lord, permit us to fight too. We can’t abandon hope!”

At Asher’s declaration, Kara and her companions advanced, weapons gripped firmly, with even the shaky Old Nick stepping up.

“Yes, hope must not be forsaken. Assist the troops in guarding the temple’s entrances.”

Old Book nodded decisively and directed Curry: “Rally the withdrawing forces to hold the temple tenaciously; the foes cannot break through!”

Right as Curry acknowledged the command, a barrage of thunderous magical detonations burst forth close to the temple.

All heads swiveled toward the noise, beholding two massive Magic Towers toppling over, kicking up an enormous dust storm.

“Tch, still daring to fight back? Such pointless defiance from you insignificant bugs!”

A derisive, taunting voice echoed, as a burly form barreled in from the distance, jeering: “Very well, I’ll crush your illusions entirely!”

With that, the silhouette plunged from above, touching down right before Old Book and Asher Porter.

He stood massively built and formidable, sinews rippling beneath a coat of fur on his leonine visage, contorted in menace; clearly of the Lion-man Clan like Loris.

Furthermore, his distorted lion skull and powerful frame bore patches of rusty crystal growths, particularly those vacant, protruding crystal eyes that whirled madly, radiating an eerie earthen light that chilled the blood.

Without question, a parasite.

Flanking the lion parasite were two centaur parasites following suit, both exuding the immense aura of half-step Seventh Stage.

“Lion King Feld, former frontline warrior of the Ten Thousand Clans battling ‘Corrosion,’ vanished for a hundred years, yet doomed to fall to parasitism all the same.”

Old Book clenched his Magic Wand tighter, refusing to lower his guard.

Everyone knew this brute had been a premier brawler among the Ten Thousand Clans in his prime, whereas Curry was a spellcaster and Asher an archer with his Longbow—neither suited for hand-to-hand clashes.