Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1000: The Mysterious Powerhouse

Chapter 1000: The Mysterious Powerhouse

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Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City

Witnessing the arrival of one of Paradise's key leaders, Eleanora breathed a deep sigh of relief. They were clearly losing this war despite fighting with all their might. Their performance paled compared to the astonishing display of strength from the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City.

They were indeed on the cusp of becoming a Grade Two Runaway City. This realisation struck Eleanora deeply, emphasising the vast gap in strength between them and a Grade Two Runaway, filling her heart with dread. Nevertheless, this fear paled only compared to Paradise, leaving her uncertain about which force was more powerful.

Regaining her composure, Eleanora turned to the gods' chosens stationed beside her, "Go and retrieve Commander Sy'ra quickly!"

Since the beginning of the battle, her gaze had been fixed on the fierce duel among Commanders Sy'ra, Vargoth, and Edmar, knowing the outcome would sway the battle's fate.

Contrary to her expectations, neither Sy'ra nor Vargoth could land a decisive blow on Edmar. They found themselves constantly defending or seeking fleeting chances to counterattack before being pushed back again.

Just as her hope began to wane, Commander Vargoth finally managed to land several telling blows on their opponent, swiftly shifting the tide of battle before they were severely injured.

Despite witnessing Sy'ra recover from severe injuries thanks to her race's regenerative ability, this was the most harrowing attack Eleanora had ever seen her endure. It made her heart weigh heavily with doubt over whether Sy'ra could survive.

Fortunately, Paradise had finally chosen to intervene.

The gods chosen beside her nodded in unison before leaping swiftly out of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City toward Commander Sy'ra's location.

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Sleeping Fox Runaway City

"Quickly retrieve Commander Vargoth for treatment!" Lakul ordered, glancing at the winged sloth demon beside him, who immediately took to the air and headed swiftly towards Commander Vargoth's position.

Lakul cursed quietly under his breath. He hadn't anticipated the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City to possess such formidable strength. Fortunately, they had the support of Paradise; otherwise, their losses would have continued to mount uncontrollably.

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Trekking Flamingo Runaway City

"So, it appears they weren't lying," Emperor Greroth muttered, his gaze fixed on the hallowed dome of molten lava and the half-oval forged from the same substance suspended in the air.

The other leaders shared deep frowns, their expressions reflecting their concern. Clearly, the mysterious figure did not belong to the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City or the Sleeping Fox Runaway City; otherwise, they would have revealed themselves at the battle's outset. The only conclusion they could draw was ominous.

Paradise!

The terrifying technique the figure above them unleashed left no doubt-they faced an opponent of equal or greater strength. They couldn't be sure if this figure was a Stowaway group or a hidden Grade Two Runaway City surviving by pillaging others.

"Do you need my help?" asked a cloaked figure standing beside Emperor Greroth, his eyes fixed on the mysterious figure in the sky. The figure was tall and imposing, with a cloak that seemed to blend with the shadows. His eyes were slitted and glowed with an otherworldly light.

Emperor Greroth remained silent, ordering, "Prepare to attack," to the gods' chosens beside him. They had humanoid upper bodies with robust, hooved lower bodies, each armed with a Gearweaver Bow and a quiver full of arrows forged from Vylkr alloy and other mysterious enchanted materials.

Upon hearing Emperor Greroth's command, they nocked an arrow, drew back their bows, and aimed at their mysterious assailant, ready to attack.

Receiving no response, the cloaked figure turned to Emperor Greroth. "Do you think you can defeat this mysterious opponent on your own?" he asked, a smile breaking across his lips, contrasting the gravity of his question.

Emperor Greroth finally shifted his focus towards the cloaked figure. "Yes, we can. We will crush them, retrieve the Divine Artefact and Patriarch Rylan, seize their Vylkr alloy mine, and solidify the promotion of my Runaway City to Grade Two," he responded, withdrawing his gaze and fixing it skyward as he gave the attack orders.

The cloaked figure chuckled before nodding in understanding. He didn't doubt their determination to succeed, but the appearance of this mysterious individual and the immense scale of his technique gave him pause. He silently resolved to intervene if things spiralled out of control.

Cleaving Bow Technique - Wind Piercer!

Meanwhile, the Centaurs unleashed the same technique, simultaneously releasing their arrows. The arrows shot forward with extraordinary speed and force, creating a sensation of a vacuum as they streaked through the air,

They repeated the gesture three more times before halting their actions.

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Witnessing the barrage of arrows launched from the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City towards one of the Key Leaders of Paradise, the gods' chosens of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City and the Sleeping Fox Runaway City felt incredibly tense, sensing the destructive power within the arrows as some of them were also headed towards their own positions.

The constructed bladed weapons, formed on the net-like strings above the hallowed molten magma dome, shot forward, colliding with and incinerating the descending arrows.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying arrows loomed overhead, casting a shadow of impending doom, disintegrated into ashes that vanished into thin air.

Observing this scene, Commander Edmar frowned deeply. While he could counter the Main Defense Team's attack, he understood the difficulty of stopping such a large-scale assault

with precision.

And this was only a figure from Paradise. Could he be their Supreme Leader?

More bladed, molten lava-like weapons formed on the strings of molten lava and shot downwards toward the gods' chosens of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City.

BOOOM!! BOOM!!

"Argghhh!!!"

"Ugghh!!"

Screams of pain and anguish erupted from the gods' chosens. Surprisingly, none of them were dead; they were only severely injured and seared by the terrifying attack.

Commander Vargoth observed the scene solemnly, gritting his teeth before swiftly heading towards the mysterious figure. He could do nothing now except try his best to stop the mysterious individual and Paradise's hidden forces.

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Author's Note: 1,000 chapters!! I never imagined that I'd be able to update continuously for more

than a year. I need to celebrate this achievement.

The Wiki Fanpage will be dropping on the 6th of August!