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The sky was alive with chaos and bloodshed as vampires and cultivators clashed in a large-scale battle. From the sky, they brought the war down to the ground, bringing destruction with them. Spells were fired left and right, reducing buildings to rubble and turning the once-thriving streets into a warzone. The undead, with their rotting flesh and cold eyes, fought alongside the Nagaland soldiers on the ground, their flesh tearing with every blow they took.

"Undead to the barrier,"

As Azazel fought ferociously against the Immortals, the Dark Queen barked an order at her partner in crime. Azazel, with his twisted grin, understood her perfectly, commanding the alpha undead to send a battalion of undead to the energy dome surrounding the castle. The undead, with their decayed bodies and rusted weapons, rushed toward the energy dome, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.  The source of this content is ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

The energy dome sparked and burned as the undead threw themselves at it, trying to break through. Their skin sizzled, and their limbs charred as they pushed their way through, their screams of agony ringing out like a twisted melody. But their overwhelming numbers proved to be too much, causing the energy dome to ripple and flicker under their relentless assault.

The battle was a gruesome affair, with bodies littering the ground and blood staining the streets. Severed limbs and entrails were scattered among the rubble, a macabre display of the brutality of war. The vampires and cultivators fought with ruthless determination, their eyes glowing with an insatiable hunger for victory.

But the undead were just as fierce, fighting with a single-minded focus that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. They clawed and bit at their enemies, their rotting teeth sinking into flesh and their decaying hands tearing at clothing and armor. The stench of death and decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of magic.

Amidst the chaos, Gaya and Azazel fought on, their power crackling and sparking with every spell they cast. The sky was awash with colors, with red and blue magic clashing in a deadly dance. They fought with a ferocity that was unmatched, their eyes glowing with a fierce determination to emerge victorious from this bloody conflict.

The battle raged on, and as the sun began to set, it was clear that neither side was willing to back down. The undead continued their assault on the energy dome, their numbers dwindling with every passing minute. The Nagaland soldiers fought with a determination born of desperation, their weapons stained with the blood of their fallen comrades.

ραпdα---nᴏνa| сom Xanali's eyes widened in horror as she watched the undead hurling themselves at the energy barrier, their undead bodies bursting into flames upon contact. The stench of burning flesh and hair filled the air, mingling with the acrid smell of magic.

Amidst the chaos, Gaya flew down from the sky while evading the spells cast by the immortals as she swooped toward a bloated undead. The bloated undead was a grotesque experiment of Dular's, filled with noxious gases that could cause a massive explosion upon impact.

Gaya's fingers dug into the rotting flesh of the undead, ignoring the putrid smell as she hurled it toward the two immortals hot on her heels. The bloated undead flew between two buildings, exploding in a shower of gore and viscera. Blood, flesh, and bone rained down on the immortals as they frantically cast protective spells to shield themselves from the blast.

The explosion was deafening, shattering the windows of nearby buildings and causing the ground to shake violently. 

The deafening roar of the explosion echoed through the war-torn streets, sending shivers down the spines of everyone who heard it. The two towering immortals, now unprotected, found themselves under a rain of deadly arrows, each piercing through their thick skin with a sickening thud. They struggled to fend off the barrage of arrows while simultaneously trying to avoid the falling debris of the shattered buildings. 

The alpha undead seized the opportunity and signaled the horde to attack the vulnerable immortals. The undead swarmed around them, clawing and biting, their ravenous hunger for flesh apparent in their frenzied attacks. The immortals may have had bodies like steel, but the undead's relentless bites still caused them excruciating pain.

As the chaos unfolded, Gaya's face contorted into a wicked grin as she charged toward the female Immortal, her canines morphing into venomous fangs resembling those of a cobra. With a vicious lunge, she sank her fangs into the Immortal's neck, injecting her lethal venom. The female Immortal shrieked in agony, clawing at her neck as the poison spread through her body.

Meanwhile, the male Immortal, blinded by the jade mist sprayed by Gaya, writhed in agony, his eyes burning like hot coals. He tried to fend off the undead, but they were too many, tearing at his clothes and scratching his skin. 

Gaya, seeing the opportunity, summoned a crimson-red blade and lunged at the immortals with lightning speed, striking them with savage blows. Blood spattered everywhere as her blade found its mark again and again, slicing through flesh and bone. The scene was a gruesome display of carnage and brutality, with limbs and body parts strewn everywhere and the stench of blood and death permeating the air.

Gaya's eyes glimmered with satisfaction as the two immortals finally met their demise at the end of her crimson blade. The undead eagerly descended upon the immortals' lifeless bodies, tearing them apart with their razor-sharp teeth and claws. But Gaya had no time to revel in her victory, for her attention was quickly drawn to Azazel, who was engaged in a brutal battle against the other two immortals. 

As she approached the chaotic scene, Gaya watched in awe as Azazel unleashed his full power. Dark lightning bolts crackled from his fingertips, illuminating the dark sky with a menacing glow. He dodged and weaved around the immortals' spells, his wings flapping with ferocity. With each strike of his magic, the ground shook and trembled, causing debris to rain down upon the hapless guardians and Nagaland soldiers below. 

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Azazel was a force to be reckoned with. With his wings flapping furiously, he unleashed bolts of dark lightning at the two immortals who were struggling to keep up with his speed and power. His eyes were filled with a wild glint, and his lips curled into a devilish grin as he relished in the mayhem and destruction he was causing.

As Azazel flew around the sky, his spells caused buildings to crumble and explode, raining down debris on the Nagaland soldiers and guardians below. He swooped down to attack the soldiers with his bare hands, tearing them apart with savage strength and merciless precision. Blood spattered across his face as he ripped through their flesh and bones with ease, leaving nothing but mangled corpses in his wake.

The guardians, horrified by Azazel's brutality, tried to defend themselves with their weapons and spells. But their efforts were in vain, as Azazel's power and ferocity proved too much for them to handle. He lunged at them, snarling like a wild animal, and tore them apart one by one.

Despite facing two immortals at the same time, Azazel never once faltered. Instead, he seemed to revel in the challenge, laughing maniacally as he dodged their spells and launched his own attacks. The air crackled with dark energy as he unleashed a barrage of spells at them, his wings beating fiercely to keep him aloft. And as he continued to wreak havoc on the battlefield, the ground below him was littered with the broken and lifeless bodies of his enemies.

As Azazel continued to fight the two immortals, Gaya joined the fray and made a formidable team together. Gaya flew around the immortals, spewing a thick jade-green poison mist from her mouth. The mist hung heavily in the air, almost suffocating the immortals. With lightning-fast reflexes, Azazel fired a crackling bolt of lightning into the mist, causing a great explosion that sent the two immortals hurtling through the air.

Gaya wasted no time and flew toward one of the immortals, stabbing him in the back repeatedly with her crimson-red blade. The other immortal tried to cast a spell, but before he could even finish the incantation, Azazel placed his palm on the immortal's face and fired a lightning bolt out of his hand, piercing through the immortal's eyes. The immortal screamed in pain as Gaya threw her blood-soaked blade at Azazel.

Azazel caught the blade mid-air, and without hesitation, he sliced off the head of the other immortal with a swift motion. The decapitated head rolled on the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind. Azazel then threw the blade back to Gaya, who easily caught it. She continued to stab the remaining Immortal in front of her, her eyes fixated on Xanali.

The scene was brutal and gory, with blood and body parts littering the battlefield. The stench of death hung heavily in the air, making breathing almost unbearable. The combination of Gaya's poison mist and Azazel's lightning bolts made for a deadly combination, leaving the immortals with no chance of survival. It was a true display of power and skill, and the spectators who witnessed the battle were left in awe and terror.

With the four Immortals dead and their bodies being devoured by the undead, Azazel and Gaya turned their bloodied gazes towards the rest of the guardians and Nagaland army. Just as Gaya and Azazel killed the Immortals, more airships appeared in the horizon, ready to engage in battle.

"Destroy them all," Gaya ordered Azazel, pointing at the guardian airships. Her voice was cold and filled with venom, reflecting her determination to win this battle.

Azazel's grin grew wider as he acknowledged the order and soared towards the airships with his dark wings. Gaya's robes were soaked with blood and her once-lustrous raven hair was now matted with the blood of her enemies. In that moment, she looked like a goddess of war, ready to annihilate anyone who dared cross her.

As Azazel departed to destroy the guardian ships, Xanali swiftly sliced off a vampire's head, her eyes locking with her sister's. It was time for the final showdown between the two sisters, who had been at odds for so long. 

The tension between the two sisters was palpable as they floated in the air, circling each other like birds of prey. Despite her training, Xanali knew that she was outmatched by Gaya's immense power and skill. In a last-ditch effort, she reached into her space ring and retrieved the most precious artifact of Nagaland - an emerald cube.

As soon as the cube appeared in her hand, Gaya's eyes narrowed with recognition. She knew the power of the artifact - it was the most formidable weapon in Nagaland's arsenal, one that hadn't been used in centuries. Xanali didn't hesitate. She crushed the cube in her hand, and it shattered into millions of tiny specks of green light that enveloped her.

The specks of light danced around Xanali, forming a complex pattern in the air before coalescing into a grand armor. The armor was made of a vibrant green metal that shone like an emerald in the sunlight, with intricate patterns etched into the surface. It covered Xanali from head to toe, leaving only her eyes visible behind a glowing visor. The armor hummed with power, and Xanali could feel the energy coursing through her body, invigorating her with strength and speed.

The armor was not only beautiful but also incredibly functional. It was lightweight and flexible, allowing Xanali to move with ease, yet strong enough to withstand even the strongest attacks. Two metal wings sprouted from Xanali's back, resembling a pair of dragonfly wings. They were made of the same emerald-green metal as the armor, with sharp edges that looked like they could cut through steel.

The mere sight of the armor made Gaya's eyes widen in surprise, for she knew that it was the most powerful artifact of the Nagaland treachery. The armor's main purpose was not to enhance the wearer's cultivation but to withstand an Immortal's attacks. The metal used to forge it and the runes etched into it rendered the armor nearly indestructible, giving Xanali a fighting chance against Gaya.

As Xanali hovered in mid-air, the armor hummed with energy, and her cultivation stage surged, reaching the Half Immortal level. She clenched her fists, ready to face her sister in battle, while the metal wings on her back unfurled with a deafening metallic roar.