Chapter 148

A wave of insane, violent emotion instantly crushed the trace of fear that had just risen in his heart.

"Roar!"

Huorong let out a roar that did not sound human.

The blood in his body began to boil.

A breath even more powerful and violent than before erupted from his body.

His already sturdy body expanded by another circle.

His eyes became like two burning coals.

He threw away the warhammer in his hand and met the charging Hart with his bare fists.

"Well met!"

"Let me show you humans what the power of the Dwarf King is!"

He roared and threw a punch toward Hart's head.

A hint of gravity flashed in Hart's eyes.

He could feel that Huorong was a notch stronger than he had been just a moment ago.

But he felt not the slightest fear.

He raised his giant axe and met him head-on as well.

"Clang!"

Fist and giant axe collided fiercely.

A deafening explosion erupted.

A powerful shockwave swept outward with the two of them at the center.

Hart only felt a violent, massive force travel from the axe handle, numbing his arm.

The warhorse beneath him couldn't help but take two steps back.

And Huorong did not have it easy either.

A wound deep enough to see bone was left on his fist by Hart's giant axe.

Blood dripped down.

But he seemed not to feel the pain, the expression on his face becoming even more insane and ferocious.

"Again!"

He roared, like a tireless monster, and launched a fierce attack on Hart once more.

Fists, feet, head, elbows—

Every part of his body had become the deadliest weapon.

For a time, Hart was actually beaten into a steady retreat.

He could only passively block and defend.

Seeing this scene, Mike's heart jumped into his throat.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer!

Captain Hart was being held back by that strongest enemy.

The rest of the battle would have to rely on them!

He turned around abruptly and shouted to the Stone Hammer dwarves, whose morale had been boosted by the arrival of reinforcements:

"Brothers!"

"Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Now, it's our turn to counterattack!"

"Follow me! Bring out all that damn strong liquor!"

"Today, let these Fire Beard Tribe bastards taste what it means to have their city burned by fire!"

His voice was full of infectious energy.

The Stone Hammer dwarves, who had just been saved from despair, instantly found their backbone.

They roared, responding to Mike's call.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

They rushed into the caves that had previously been used as temporary warehouses.

They moved out all the remaining Vanguard Valley strong liquor, barrel by barrel.

Under Mike's command.

They were no longer passively defending.

Instead, they actively launched a charge toward the Fire Beard warriors who were still entangled with the Obsidian Gold knights.

"Throw!"

Mike gave the order.

Dozens of barrels of strong liquor were thrown with all their might by the dwarves into the Fire Beard Tribe's formation.

The wooden barrels shattered on the hard ground.

The high-concentration liquor instantly soaked a large area of the ground and the bodies of those Fire Beard warriors.

"Fire arrows!"

Mike ordered again.

Dozens of Stone Hammer Tribe archers, who had been prepared, immediately shot the fire arrows in their hands.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The flaming arrows fell into the enemy formation like a meteor shower.

The next second.

"Boom!"

A sea of fire reaching the sky rose up again!

Only this time, it wasn't a wall of fire.

It was an ocean of fire!

Countless Fire Beard warriors were instantly swallowed.

They rolled and wailed in pain within the sea of fire.

They let out shrill, inhuman screams.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of burning flesh.

This wasn't the end.

"Second round! Prepare!"

Mike's voice was cold and emotionless.

Another round of liquor barrels was thrown out.

Another, even larger sea of fire was ignited.

The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a giant human purgatory.

The Obsidian Gold knights had long since received Hart's orders.

They worked with great tacit understanding to drive the enemy toward the areas soaked in strong liquor.

They were like the most efficient sheepdogs.

And those Fire Beard warriors were the sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The situation on the battlefield had completely turned into a one-sided rout.

The Fire Beard Tribe warriors fell in droves under the dual assault of the fire and the Obsidian Gold knights.

Their numbers were dwindling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, just at this moment.

Huorong, who was being tightly entangled by Hart, let out a heaven-shaking roar.

He threw a punch, forcing Hart back.

Then, his gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

When he saw his army being mercilessly swallowed by the fire.

Endless rage flowed in his crimson eyes.

"Ahhhhh!"

"You all deserve to die!"

He abandoned Hart, that tough nut to crack.

His target turned to the culprit who was directing the battle!

Mike!

"Kid! I'm going to tear you into pieces!"

Huorong roared and charged straight at Mike.

Along the way, everyone blocking his path, whether from the Stone Hammer Tribe or the Fire Beard Tribe, was mercilessly knocked away.

Mike watched that figure, like a demon god, charging toward him.

He only felt a cold chill rush from the soles of his feet to his crown.

He wanted to run.

But his legs simply wouldn't listen to him.

Under Huorong's terrifying pressure.

He couldn't even move a finger.

It's over.

This time, it's truly over.

His heart was filled with gray ash.

However, just as Huorong's fist was about to smash into his face.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, appeared in front of him simultaneously.

It was Bagelumu and Falco!

"If you want to touch him, step over our corpses first!"

Bagelumu roared, raising the warhammer in his hand.

Falco didn't speak, but the longsword in his hand was already burning with golden Battle Qi.

They used their own bodies to build a final line of defense for Mike.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

Huorong looked at the two blocking his path, a ferocious smile appearing on his face.

One was a wounded soldier.

The other was a defeated general at the end of his rope.

Just by them, they wanted to block the footsteps of him, the Dwarf King?

Ridiculous!

He didn't pause in the slightest, his fists, capable of splitting mountains and rocks, smashed toward the two, one left and one right.

"Clang!"

"Bang!"

Two loud bangs rang out almost at the same time.

The moment Bagelumu's warhammer touched Huorong's fist, it was sent flying by an irresistible force.

His massive body flew backward more than ten meters, smashing heavily onto the ground, life or death unknown.

And Falco had it even worse.

The sword energy he condensed with his last bit of Battle Qi was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before Huorong's fist, shattered instantly.

Huorong's fist drove straight in, fiercely imprinted on his chest.

"Crack!"

A tooth-aching sound of bone cracking rang out.

Falco's chest caved in entirely.

His body flew out, blood drawing a tragic arc in the air.

Instant kill!

With just one move, he defeated both the Stone Hammer Tribe Patriarch and the Vanguard Valley Guardian Knight!

This was the terrifying strength of a Silver Grade powerhouse!

Having dealt with the two annoying flies, Huorong's gaze fell back onto Mike, who was completely stunned.

"Kid, now no one can save you."

The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc.

"I will slowly crush every bone in your body, one by one."

"Let you die wailing in endless pain!"

He walked toward Mike, step by step.

The shadow of death completely enveloped Mike.

However, just at this moment.

A figure, even more burly and oppressive than Huorong, descended from the sky.

"Boom!"

A loud crash.

Hart landed in front of Mike, his feet leaving two deep imprints in the hard ground.

"Your opponent is me."

Hart's voice was cold and steady.

The giant axe in his hand pointed at Huorong.

Huorong stopped his footsteps, looking at Hart before him, a hint of wariness flashing in his crimson eyes.

This human knight was very strong.

While he could gain the upper hand in a head-on collision, it was almost impossible to finish him off in a short time.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

His army was being mercilessly slaughtered by those damn flames and the Obsidian Gold knights.

If this continued, he would become a commander without an army.

No!

Must finish this quickly!

Must kill that kid who could set fires first!

A hint of cunning flashed in Huorong's eyes.

He suddenly abandoned Hart, his body crouching low as he bypassed Hart from the side.

His target was still Mike!

"Seeking death!"

Unprecedented rage erupted in Hart's eyes.

He didn't expect this Dwarf King to be so despicable!

A turn of events that no one expected occurred.

That dark red flame crystal, which had been held tightly in Hart's palm all along, given to him by Roko.

Suddenly erupted with an incomparably brilliant light!

An ancient and mysterious, extremely yang and rigid flame aura instantly burst forth from the crystal!

Huorong's body stiffened abruptly.

He felt a shudder from his soul instantly spread throughout his entire body.

That violent, evil medicinal power within him.

The moment it touched this aura, it dissolved and collapsed rapidly!

"No!"

"What—what is this power!"

Huorong let out a terrified, disbelieving scream.

He could feel the power within him flowing away at a terrifying speed.

That powerful feeling that could allow him to destroy the world was moving away from him.

Replacing it was a weakness and powerlessness that went deep into his marrow.

His body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those expanded muscles withered away.

Those ferocious bone spurs also retracted into his body.

In just a few breaths of time.

He had changed from a two-meter-tall berserk monster back into a short, sturdy ordinary dwarf.

Even weaker than an ordinary dwarf.

The immense pain from the medicinal backlash made him unable to even stand, causing him to collapse directly onto the ground.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a large mouthful of black, foul-smelling blood.

His eyes, which had regained clarity, were filled with confusion and endless fear.

What happened?

What, exactly, happened?

This sudden scene left everyone stunned.

Hart stopped his footsteps, looking at Huorong collapsed on the ground, then looking at the flame crystal still emitting a faint glow.

His eyes were filled with shock.

Was this the backup plan left by the Lord?

Was this the true power of that crystal?

It was simply like divine punishment!

Mike also lowered his head, staring blankly at that tiny crystal.

He could never have imagined.

That such an inconspicuous little thing.

Would actually save his life at the most critical moment.

And, in such an incredible way, instantly defeat that arrogant Dwarf King!

Lord Roko—

What kind of existence are you, exactly—

After a brief shock, Hart was the first to react.

He lunged forward, stepping on Huorong's chest.

The giant axe in his hand was placed against his neck.

"It's over, Dwarf King."

Hart's voice was full of mockery.

Huorong looked at the giant axe shimmering with cold light against his neck.

His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness.

He had lost.

Lost so inexplicably.

Lost so completely.

However, just as Hart was preparing to end his life with one swing of the axe.

A black shadow suddenly appeared beside Huorong like a ghost.

It was the Poison Scorpion Society deacon who had been standing behind him all along!

He appeared silently, and even Hart hadn't noticed a thing.

"The game has only just begun."

The deacon let out a hoarse laugh.

He stretched out a withered hand and flicked the blade of Hart's axe lightly.

"Clang!"

A light sound.

Hart only felt a strange, chilling power travel along the axe body.

His hand holding the giant axe was actually shaken until it went slightly numb.

His entire body couldn't help but take a step back.

So strong!

Alarm bells rang in Hart's heart.

This black-robed person was far stronger than the berserk Huorong!

Just at the moment he retreated.

That deacon had already picked up Huorong, who was like a pile of mud on the ground.

His body turned into a cloud of black mist, about to disappear from the spot.

"We will meet again very soon."

His final voice came from within the black mist.

"By then, the entire New Wind Province will tremble at our feet!"

As the words fell.

The black mist dissipated completely.

The two had already disappeared without a trace.

Leaving behind only that prophecy filled with ominous meaning.

Hart looked at the empty ground, his face turning incredibly ugly.

He actually let him get away!

However, now was not the time to dwell on this.

He turned around, looking at the Fire Beard Tribe warriors who had completely lost their fighting spirit because their leader was defeated and were beginning to flee in all directions.

He raised the giant axe in his hand.

"Leave none alive!"

The cold order to pursue and kill was issued.

The Obsidian Gold knights and the Stone Hammer dwarves, whose morale had been boosted, began the final harvest.

This tragic dwarf civil war.

Finally, in a dramatic way, came to an end.