CHAPTER 34

Dwarves!!!!

As the call echoed, the sound of goats' war cries filled the air. Massive, fully armored war goats leaped out of the tunnels, each carrying a dwarf warrior armed with various weapons. With incredible speed and force, they crashed into the demonic forces, breaking through their ranks from the flanks and causing widespread terror among the demons.

Following this, war chariots drawn by six goats each emerged, equipped with automatic crossbows that skewered both airborne and ground-based demonic troops.

The Demon King Fenrir, witnessing the carnage, attempted to divert a war goat but lacked the strength to stop its chariot. As the battle raged, he heard the dwarven war cries as they emerged, clad in their battle armor, forming ranks against the demons. Seeing them, he swore he had witnessed such a moment in a past life, in a movie.

The armored dwarves formed a shield wall, thrusting their spears outward while hammer-wielders and melee fighters took position behind them, gazing at the disorganized remnants of the demonic army—survivors of the goat cavalry and war chariot onslaught.

"Shield to shield!"

The dwarven war cry echoed across the battlefield, dominating the bloody conflict. Meanwhile, demon officers screamed orders to regroup, and Fenrir commanded his forces to intercept the chariots that were reaping his troops.

Then, suddenly—like a thunderclap—a massive explosion rocked the battlefield, sending thousands of demons plummeting. Fenrir turned his gaze toward the dwarven lines, where he beheld ten thousand dwarves armed with arquebuses, primitive gunpowder rifles. Smoke still lingered in the air when the fifty-thousand-strong shield and spear wall of dwarves let out a battle cry in their native tongue:

"Unfal kul af fijal!" (Sons of the Mountain!)

Their shields rose.

"Charge!"

At that moment, the already struggling demonic army faced the full fury of the dwarves, their morale crumbling as they began to retreat.

Terror watched, paralyzed by the sheer destruction, knowing the end was near unless something drastic changed. He placed his last hope in a single entity, granting access to his gate, which began glowing deep within his domain. From it, three undead entities emerged.

His only hope now lay in them.

Then his eyes caught sight of a lone warrior, mounted atop a colossal, blood-colored armored boar, wielding a massive hammer. Approaching him, Terror cursed his wretched luck.

Thorin Ironhammer, King of the Dwarves, spotted the Demon King of Carnage, engulfed in fiery energy, struggling to mount an effective counterattack due to the relentless assaults of the Ice Elf Counts. With a glare, Thorin activated an ability, growing tenfold in size, matching the stature of his demonic adversary. Raising his now-enlarged hammer, he swung it toward the Demon King's head, roaring:

"Your points are mine!"

Terror finally understood why the northern dwarves had appeared so suddenly. Desperately, he tried to block the strike—but was sent flying several meters.

He realized with horror: Thorin was a Rank 7 Warlord—a Hero.

"Damn heroes!"

Thorin laughed, swinging his hammer from below, launching Terror's weapon into the sky. Spinning, he followed up with a crushing blow that shattered Terror's jaw and sent him flying a hundred meters away. His vision blurred as he realized...

King Fenrir's severed head was now mounted on a spear.

The Demon King of the Abyssal Bear, his colossal corpse trembling as it collapsed lifelessly, had been slain.

The Demon King of the Abyssal Eye, having exhausted his mana, teleported away in retreat.

The Gargantuan Bat Demon King, now with only one remaining wing, attempted to flee.

Death was closing in.

With the demon commanders either dead or fleeing, the demonic forces, leaderless and demoralized, broke into full retreat.

Then, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the battlefield:

"You just gonna stand there and watch?! HAZAAAARD!!!!"

The demonic tongue carried power over the soul, silencing the entire battlefield. Every allied force—dwarves, elves, and more—turned their gaze, searching for the one named Hazard.

Then, in the sky, they saw three undead entities.

Leading them was a towering figure, cloaked in dark purple robes with golden veins glowing beneath. Two sets of enormous bone wings, spanning twenty meters, spread behind him.

Behind him stood two heroes—Hythar and Pharaos— who gazed upon the battlefield as if witnessing a mundane scene, veterans of colossal wars.

"Hahaha! Hazard, what do you think about all this gold?"

Hazard was stunned by the sheer scale of the army before him.

Ninety percent of the enemy forces were at the elite level or higher—millions of them.

It was a walking gold vault.

But the real problem was how to defeat them.

Hazard knew he could no longer be ignored. Spreading his arms, he activated his abilities:

[Summon Twin Deaths]

Two identical clones of himself emerged, wielding the same power. Then, all three unleashed their field abilities.

Death King's Aura: Doubles the stats of all undead under your command within a 1-kilometer radius. (200 mana per minute.)

Death King's Cursed Aura: Inflicts 72 curses upon all weaker enemies within a 1-kilometer radius. (200 mana per minute.)

Death King's Domain: Any entity within a 1-kilometer radius without permission takes 20 damage per second, while allied undead regain 10 HP per second. (200 mana per minute.)

Field abilities weren't usually effective against massive armies since priests and support casters could neutralize them quickly.

But activating them was essential to balance the battlefield.

As his two clones entered the second phase of the Abyssal Arch-Lich King, all three summoned their Reaper Scythes and charged into the enemy army, leading an onslaught of vengeful spirits.

Elgotha and Thorin felt certain of victory.

But then—a being of power rivaling the Demon King of Carnage appeared.

No—there were three of them.

The fields they activated put immense pressure on the priests.

Thorin smirked, recognizing a Level 6 Demon King.

More points.

But Elgotha paled, fearing catastrophic losses.

Thorin didn't wait. He swung his hammer—aiming to crush Terror's skull.

But before the strike could land, two undead champions materialized at blinding speed.

Hythar blocked Thorin's charge with his shield, using an impact skill to push him back. Spinning his scythe-like spear, he swept Thorin's legs out from under him.

Pharaos, wielding twin curved swords, unleashed a masterful S-rank sword technique, forcing the Count-level dwarves to retreat.

Elgotha couldn't believe it.

Two mere Rank 1 Warlords... displaying such monstrous skill and power?!

Meanwhile, Hazard soared above the battlefield.

Resurrection activated.

Dead soldiers and creatures rose once more, now evolved by Abyssal magic.

For the first time, Hazard used Abyssal Dead Realm.

A werewolf soldier, resurrected into an abomination with four arms, charged into the Ice Elves, ripping them apart with ease.

Then—Corpse Explosion.

The abyss-infused corpse detonated with a deafening boom, triggering a chain reaction among the undead army.

Wherever Hazard and his clones moved, the dead erupted like bombs.

Blood and flesh rained across the battlefield.

Hazard had no time to watch. He joined the slaughter.

Even the elite Ice Elf twins, early Rank 1 Warlords, were but fodder—his scythe carved them apart like livestock.

Elgotha finally intervened, shattering Hazard's scythe handle with his sword and kicking him away.

Hazard, momentarily stunned, retaliated—unleashing a barrage of negative energy spheres.

As the battle turned into a maelstrom of death and carnage, thirty watching entities took notice.