Chapter 499: The Hound and the Betrayal

"Awoo!"

The Ancient Triangle Dragon already looked like a moving hill, and the Carnosaur, on top of a torso equivalent to their full length, possessed an additional steel tail as thick as a train; Sinuoli watched as a Greater Daemon that tried to force its way around was swiped away dozens of meters, struggling even to stand up.

These most terrifying Cold-Blooded monsters could be said to be the Lizardmen's trump card, as they are extremely difficult to capture. Triangle Dragons and Tyrannosaurs can be raised from the day they hatch, but it seems the changes caused by the Old Ones severed the possibility of Carnosaur reproduction.

Various Shenmiaochengshi spent a huge price to clarify one point—to control a Carnosaur, it must be led by a second-generation Slann with the support of the Geomantic Web; after all, capturing alive is far more difficult than killing.

Despite having specially made ritual armor and Gold Plaque inscribed with ancient prophecies to bind their wild nature, Beast Tamers still need to use them very carefully. Killing to the point of excitement or suffering heavy damage can lead to madness and loss of control, and this is not something the Skink priests in the palanquin can intervene in.

"We won't be the weak point, will we?"

Only the Bloodthirsters launched the assault, but no one would naively think they would be without the assistance of battle-crazed legions. Perhaps behind the fog of war, the Bloodcrushers are stomping their feet, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Sinuoli blocked another Bloodthirster with a heavy stomp, sent its Battle Axe flying with an upward hammer strike, and simultaneously cast his gaze toward the right flank guarded by the Dwarfs. With the feat of defeating Skarbrand in the foreground, no one was willing to actively challenge him while weakened by the Ritual Vortex.

As far as the eye could see, the right flank had been cut into two or even three segments; the Slayers were still fighting in a bloodbath, their orange-red crests appearing and disappearing in the green tide like sailboats. Sinuoli could not bear to estimate how many warriors had returned to the halls of the Ancestor Gods; organizing bards to sing their stories would be the best arrangement.

Sitelinge and Drazhoath joined forces, and with the assistance of the Great White Lizard, they stopped the Great Unclean One's advance as much as possible; after this experience, it is foreseeable that a great general capable of holding their own is gradually taking shape.

The Chaos Dwarfs, bathed in the divine grace of Valaya, had not weakened in the slightest in terms of ferocity; the Broad-blade Musket and the short-barreled gun known as the Thunderbuss displayed terrifying lethality at close range, and fighting alongside the direct descendants of the Four Gods reduced the prejudice in Sinuoli's heart.

Behind them, Kasimir VII led the Human troops to form the third line of defense. Duke Pala Weng rode on a Royal Pegasus to flexibly harass and contain, and Yufu swung his knobbed staff like a flyswatter; lacking the Winds of Magic to cast spells, it was also struggling to move.

"Bang!"

A brief distraction allowed Sinuoli to be struck hard on the back. Kabanha, having persisted to the end, also fell under the concentrated fire of the High and Dwarf air forces; after swinging its iron whip and sending Sinuoli staggering, it laughed wildly and turned to rush toward the base of the tower blocked by the Carnosaur.

"Son of a bitch, no wonder you can't be the number one Greater Daemon if you sneak attack from behind."

Under the dual protection of the Heart of the Mountains armor and Stone Form, Sinuoli was not seriously injured; he muttered as he got up and looked toward the left flank guarded by the High Elves, where the situation did not seem so unbearable.

With a dozen Keepers of Secrets and their elite Daemon armies, let alone breaking through the defense line, it would not be impossible to slaughter this elite coalition of the Five Kingdoms that lacks magic and giant beasts.

Right now, what is making the servants of the Lord of Pleasure struggle in a bitter fight is undoubtedly Nakai and his Hota warband. These blessed Kroxigor are difficult to charm or interfere with, tirelessly swinging gauntlets that flicker with blue electric light.

Nakai—a Demigod who does not cast spells and relies purely on physical strength—was completely unaffected by the Ritual Vortex; every sweep and chop of the piercing staff in his palm had the weight of a thousand jun, and the fragile Keepers of Secrets would be severely injured if not killed if they dared to take a solid hit.

Prince Xio commanded the Sea Guard to form a spear formation to consolidate the line while rescuing their heavily suffering kin; although the Amulet was shattered, Namati did not sit on the sidelines, and the Swordmasters of Hoeth rejoined the battle under his leadership.

Tyrion, in order to save the beauty, was separated from the main force; on the back of Malhandir, he and Princess Aitila were back-to-back, their twin swords combined, and for a time, their lives were not in danger.

As for the Lizardmen army formation facing the bridgehead, it regrouped after the Carnosaur blocked the advancing Bloodthirsters. Sinuoli knew that these Cold-Blooded creatures had no concept of fear and would wholeheartedly defend the Great Plan.

"This is tricky, and the Storm Authority hasn't been consumed yet; if I buff myself... No! Why is there still dog barking?"

"Woo!"

"Woof! Woof woof!"

Sinuoli was pondering how to predict the enemy's movements to strengthen the weak points when suddenly a long blast of a horn and several barks made his heart tighten. This sound seemed to pass directly into his mind without needing a medium.

"Woof woof!"

The barking gradually approached and became more urgent, even tending to merge into one. A moment later, a large group of creatures resembling a mix of wolves and reptiles burst out from the fog of war.

"Flesh Hounds! No, even bigger than the common ones!"

Theodore Bruckner, who had long resided in the northern frontier, recognized the tireless Hunters of Khorne at a glance. They had mouths full of sharp teeth, skin covered in heavy scales, a row of spikes along their spines, huge fleshy folds at the back of the head, behind the jaws, and on the throat, and copper collars flickering with blood-red light around their thick necks.

"This shouldn't be, are the Iron Bulls used up? This thing is suitable for infiltration and pursuit, but its frontal impact is average!" Sinuoli couldn't help but frown; as the War God Khorne and His servants, it is impossible for them to make low-level mistakes.

"Woof, woof woof!"

The three-part bark with a strange rhythm reappeared, and a terrifying monster with two heads side-by-side on top and one below appeared at the end of the Flesh Hound warband; the strange feeling of being locked on from afar flashed and vanished, and Sinuoli knew that its target this time was not his head.

"Karanak, the Vengeful Hound wandering under the Skull Throne!"

Everyone present was a battle-hardened elite, and there were many with broad knowledge; the name of the three-headed hound itself was one thing, but its appearance meant that the master of the Skull Throne was paying attention here.

"You, you!"

The hounds lowered their bodies and began to charge; before the leaders of the Order side could adjust the defense line, Tyrion's miserable cry caused everyone to focus their attention on Malhandir's back. It is hard to imagine that such short words could contain three parts shock, three parts anger, three parts grief, and one part disgust.

Princess Aitila thrust her longsword, stained with Daemon blood, straight into the gap in the Dragon Armor at the armpit, all the way to the hilt! Facing the "lover" who turned his head to look at her in a daze, she grinned and twisted her wrist; the world-renowned Malhandir's body went limp, and he fell off the horse with his eyes wide open.

"Clatter!"

The prized horse was stunned for a moment before realizing what had happened; it kicked and leaped frantically, trying to shake off the murderer who had harmed its master. What was even more terrifying was that it seemed they had received the news long ago, and the continuous pack of Flesh Hounds headed straight for the Elf army formation!