Ashen Dragon

The Demon Warrior's Rune Slash, Berserker's Fierce Heavy Strike, Paladin's Supreme Holy Slash... Dwarf heroes unleashed numerous powerful attacks, instantly clearing the surrounding orc infantry.

Roaring thunder echoed from the sky—that was the voice of the Gold Dragon "Titus."

"Repulsive abomination! You should not exist in this world!"

"Boom!"

And just at that moment, a gigantic arm fell from the sky, crashing into the midst of the Beastman Army, instantly smashing dozens of orc soldiers to death.

Orcs, dwarves, and elves alike raised their heads, only to see the Gold Dragon roaring up at the heavens, flapping his vast wings, his sharp claws and fangs dripping with foul black blood.

Nearby, the giant orc shrouded in black mist had an arm severed, from which dark black water oozed out of the stump.

The monster known as the "Beastman Spirit" drooled dark green mucus, with its mouth slightly open. Lowering its head grouchily toward the ground, it called out in a hoarse voice: "Batu, Batu...

Hurry, hurry...

Take down the fortress, this is our Beastman's last chance..."

Before its voice fell, the monster abruptly lifted its head, its body and even the souls of all the orcs acting as fuel, exploding into flames!

Black flames surged from its huge, twisted body, also erupting from its hollow eyes, granting it the power to destroy everything.

"For the Beastman!"

The indignant howl of the Beastman Spirit, losing all reason, the sound overlapping heavily as if it were the collective roar of billions of orcs that had died in mutual combat over thousands of years.

At this moment, the Old Shaman burned his own body and those of the deceased orc warriors, unleashing an unbelievable power.

Facing this gigantic orc engulfed in black flames, Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression changing.

"This is... Chaos Flame?

No, it seems to merely carry a trait of The Abyss. Tsk, it seems that the Beastman God System is somewhat connected to the Abyss as well."

Before Cassius could contemplate any longer, the gigantic orc charged at him, with fists carrying the black flame smashing towards him.

The Gold Dragon dared not slacken, finally unleashing all his might, his mouth forming a swirling vortex that devoured all the surrounding flames and black mist.

Ninth Tier Spell [Dragon's Absorption]

"Boom!"

The two colossal beings clashed once more, originally "equally matched" under Cassius's deliberate control.

But now, facing the all-consuming Beastman Spirit, the Gold Dragon was struggling somewhat and temporarily fell into disadvantage.

However, clear-eyed ones could see that the Old Shaman had significantly increased in power after turning himself into fuel, but such a state could not last long, and its defeat was inevitable.

Watching the fierce battle in the sky, Batu Skullcrush's face showed rare emotion, a trace of grief and indignation visible in his solitary eye.

"Fellow clansmen, the shamans of the Red Blood Tribe and the great warriors of Father God Guosh have offered everything, burning their flesh and souls for the conquest of the Beastman, holding back that golden-skinned lizard!

We must not waste their sacrifice, follow me to charge! Take over Aivendel!"

Under Batu's call, the orcs launched another attack, fearlessly surrounding the dwarf heroes.

Batu Skullcrush lifted a Great Axe with one hand and roared as he joined the fray, his body's totems flashing with blood light, as if abyssal demons had descended.

Talin Dragon Tooth, with spear in hand, stood in front of him, his expression prideful: "Filthy orc, your enemy is—"

"Die!"

Batu wasted no words and simply howled, swinging his Great Axe and slamming it down fiercely.

Talin, somewhat panicked, tried to dodge but was too late and could only lie down his spear, placing it above his head to block.

Yet as soon as the orc made his move, a strong gale swept across the land, the scent of blood rushing forward.

"Swish!"

The blood light soared into the sky; the Great Axe cleanly chopped through the spear, shattered the helmet and also cleaved the hard dwarf skull in two.

In the end, even the robust, sturdy body of the dwarf was not spared, cut into an even cross-section.

In just one encounter, too quick for even a struggle, the dwarf warrior Talin Dragon Tooth, who had once wrestled with dragon beasts with his bare hands, was split in half!

On the city walls, Simo and other Elf Mages raised their Magic Wands, and several rays of light descended, bestowing effects like Steel and Iron Bones, Energy Shield, and strength enhancement to the dwarf warriors.

But Simo narrowed his eyes and looked extremely grave, murmuring a reminder after a moment: "The Relic...

That axe in the hands of the orc is a sacred relic blessed by a True God, we must absolutely not clash head-on with it!"

Yet before his words had ended, Batu Skullcrush let out a harsh shout, his Great Axe swinging horizontally, a fierce blood light sweeping through, stirring up countless dust and ashes.

"Filthy orc!

In the name of Moradin, your cruel slaughter ends here!"

The Dwarf Paladin standing at the forefront gripped the Silver Shield in his left hand while suddenly lifting the Warhammer with his right, and a sacred barrier slightly glowing unfolded in front of him.

"Clash."

A crisp sound rang out, the barrier shattering like glass, the blood light unaffected as it cleaved the shield and the dwarf behind it into two without mercy.

The two dwarves beside the Dwarf Paladin were not spared either, beheaded on the spot without a chance to fight back.

"Damn orc!"

"Aivendel shall never fall!"

The dwarves pushed forward once more, but to no avail, Batu's mere swing of his axe evaporated many Dwarf Warriors.

"Clang!"

"Clang clang!"

The sound of grating explosions, as blade and axe danced wildly; with nowhere to hide, the dwarves had to fight in panic.

And at that moment, "Master of High Mountains" Ed Klein raised his Warhammer high and leaped down from the city walls dozens of meters high, roaring:

"Delusional fantasy!"

"Filthy orc, Aivendel has been the capital of High Mountain Kingdom for thousands of years, the home of all dwarves! Even in death, I will not let you enter!"

Instantly, following Ed's actions, a giant Warhammer formed of rocks appeared above the city walls and plummeted down fiercely.

"Whoom—"

An ear-piercing rumble sounded as Ed's Warhammer and Batu's Great Axe collided, creating an extremely powerful shockwave.

Dust filled the sky, hurricanes never ceasing.

Batu lifted his head, laughing hideously, staring at the furious Dwarf King and mocked loudly: "Ed, is this all you've got?

With such power, you want to resist the great Father God Guosh?"

The beastman chieftain's body, his arms all bulging with veins, behind him a ferocious orc shadow emerged, exuding immense aura.

Ed was immediately pushed back, retreating several steps in panic.

Right then, a silver moon-like sword light came from the sky, creating powerful waves, slashing directly towards Batu Skullcrush.

Rhea leaped lightly from the city wall, carrying an unstoppable momentum, her eyes resolutely swinging the Silver Sword towards the orc chieftain.

"Supreme Holy Slash!"

"Swish—"

The crescent-like wave of light collided with the orc's axe blade, and in an instant, even Batu Skullcrush was forced to retreat repeatedly, then angrily staring at the Elf.

"Damn long-ears!"

Yet Rhea stood with her sword, her expression calm, the souls of countless humans, dwarves, and even orcs slain by the orc, appeared beside her; their bodies bloodied, showing an expression of unwillingness.

"Revenge!"

"I will kill you!"

This was the Legendary Paladin's ability—Soul of Vengeance!

In an instant, innumerable vengeful souls gathered from all directions, attacking the orc chieftain with Rhea. And Ed finally regained his composure, swinging his Warhammer, a bright yellow glow flickering constantly, like a sudden storm.

"Clang! Clang clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang incessantly, mortals could no longer see their movements, while dwarves and elves cooperated with each other, attacking the orc from different directions, an angel-like pair of wings even sprouting behind the elf.