Chapter 501: Fighting the Hound

"Other realms still need my existence!"

"I will continue to curse you in the Palace of Pleasure!"

With the comprehensive expansion of the Karak Gold Bank, Sinuoli's Wealth Authority grew rapidly. Exhausting all his efforts, he banished the Keepers of Secrets one after another. Not exhausting one's divine power was the first lesson for every transcendent, but the usually cautious Dwarf Demigod made a rare exception.

The "Golden Secret Treasury" consumes the divine power nurtured by faith, which is completely different in nature from the Winds of Magic. But judging from the experience gained in the great battle with Skarbrand, the great power of the Lord of Skulls can also effectively weaken this.

After the Greater Daemon fell, the Slaanesh Daemons, also at the end of their rope, did not have such strong discipline or fighting spirit; they either disintegrated or attempted to flee, but Karanak did not give Sinuoli time to appreciate the fruits of battle.

"Swish! Swish!"

"Clang!"

The golden gate of the secret treasury gradually dissipated, and suddenly a pair of massive claws reached out from the void. Sinuoli had been secretly on guard from the moment the three-headed hound appeared in the mist, and he parried with a Su Qin Back Sword hammer strike, but he did not complete the move and was grazed by half a claw on the side.

"You also launch sneak attacks? You real dog!"

Being unable to capture its movement trajectory at all made Sinuoli secretly alarmed, but now was not the time to investigate in detail. With a roar, he turned and set his stance to trade blows. The killing techniques of Karanak, which lingered under the Skull Throne all day, were as perfect as flowing mercury, so as to quickly satisfy its hunger and its master's thirst for blood.

"Your hammer, it seems, it seems to have stalled out of thin air!"

Sinuoli could not help but feel fortunate for his participation; if it were someone else, they might have been finished off directly by its swift sneak attack through space in the first encounter. This was not a question of whether he was a Demigod or not, but the terrifying resilience brought by Divine Descent superimposed with legendary armor.

Pulling back some distance to stabilize his stance, Sinuoli became seventeen times more careful in his heart. Compared to Skarbrand, who breaks all laws with brute force, Karanak was more flexible and varied.

"Woof!"

Having rested and conserved his energy since the start of the great battle and having not made many moves, Sinuoli could not agree to his opponent wanting to run just as he had warmed up his muscles and bones. With a flick of his hand, the Storm Hammer was thrown toward the hound's neck.

This time, Karanak's barking was mixed with a little something else amidst the anger and killing intent. Seeing that the heavy-loss High Elf front line could no longer withstand the newly joined fresh forces, it used the momentum to crouch and leap away. Its master's target was not this hard-to-chew stone, but still the tip of the pyramid!

Its first head can cross different realms to find the traces of enemies from space; the second head can traverse the gaps of time to see sinners hidden in the past, and can also track those guys who will grow into enemies of the Blood God in the future.

"Get away! Protect the tiny priests!"

"Awoo! Awoo!"

It was the immersion in complex government affairs that gave him the opportunity to continuously polish his martial arts. The storm-like combo attacks mixed with "Heavy Strike" made it difficult for Karanak to parry; if it weren't for its thick skin and the favor of Khorne, it is hard to say if it would have fallen right there.

The invincible Storm Hammer was rarely thwarted. To outsiders, it seemed that Karanak was just fast enough to avoid it, but through the connection with the Warhammer, Sinuoli realized that a terrifying thing had happened in that very instant.

"Stay for me!"

Letting his underlings entangle the Temple Guards, Karanak plunged into the void and disappeared from the spot, reappearing behind Chakasi! The Eternity Warden was caught off guard, and having shaken off the elite hounds clinging tightly to his body, he had already lost the initiative. Two or three more leaps and it would be able to climb to the top of the tower to face the physically weak Slann.

It seemed to require some effort to make a decision. Its lowest dog head opened its mouth and roared, and Sinuoli's sea of consciousness felt as if it had been pierced by a nail. Even though he had lived two lives and practiced Rune Magic, his mental power was far superior to his peers, but his vision went black and he cried out in misery.

"Damn it, I haven't even become a Dragon Knight yet and you've disfigured me!"

"I want to see how many more times you can use that! Even a mortal dog needs enough aptitude to cultivate!"

After a dozen rounds, Sinuoli seized the opportunity to take a claw strike head-on, then swung the Warhammer around and smashed it onto the chin of its right head. The runes inscribed on the Hammer of Stumnir were weakened to the limit by the collars tied around the three necks, but the immense strength of the Stone Form still beat it until its face was distorted and its eyeballs were about to pop out.

Sinuoli saw it clearly in mid-air, landing in front of it with rolling thunder. Without waiting for the hound to recover from the tremor, he stepped forward with hammer and axe crossed, the guy rotating like the wind and bringing out patches of blood.

Mukamp, who was well-versed in the strong territorial consciousness and hunting instincts of the Carnosaur, did not dare to let other war beasts fill the gaps. Fortunately, the Engine of the Gods on the back of the Ancient Stegadon was activated again, buying time for Chakasi and the final defensive line on the pyramid to form a formation.

"Ah!"

There were not many hounds that could keep up with Karanak through the interception, and they appeared somewhat thin when facing the forest of Temple Guards. Its left head opened its blood-red mouth, but no sound entered the ears; the howling only echoed in the void, and hound after hound crawled out from the scarlet vortexes that appeared out of thin air under the feet of the Lizardmen.

Catching the hammer and pulling his hand back, Sinuoli thought of the legends about the three-headed hound from the Northern Border that he had once scoffed at. Banishing distracting thoughts from his mind, he activated the runes on his boots and chased closely. At the foot of the pyramid was another hair-raising scene—

"Pah!"

The third head is the most terrifying; it can complete the hunt through the prey's thinking—through dreams or hallucinations. Those with great power might be able to block the hunt from time and space, but only a madman can deceive his own thoughts.

"I am the Reviver of the Qunshan, the Demigod who governs wealth and justice! The Greater Daemons of the four gods have all fallen under my hammer! Beast, go back to your master's feet and wag your tail for pity!"

"Woof!"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Sinuoli gave himself a mental pep talk—time; space; thinking, any one of these was a supreme Authority he dared not even think about. Karanak could, and only could, master a little bit of each; otherwise, who would be whose dog was hard to say!

"Zzzzt!"

The Bloodthirsters risked being bitten in half by the Carnosaur to launch a powerful burst, destroying the howdahs on their backs. Without the restraint of the Skink Beast Tamers, the two prehistoric behemoths began to kill as they pleased, letting many daemons slip past.

Opening his eyes again, Karanak's massive claw had already slapped his face. Without armor protection, Sinuoli's nose and mouth were naturally smeared into a lump. The Dwarf King rolled to the side to dodge the follow-up bite, and enduring the throbbing pain in his brain, he threw his hammer.

"Woof!"

Spitting out a mouthful of saliva and shaking his slippery hands, Sinuoli realized that Karanak was the easiest enemy to beat in recent years—it was about three meters tall when lying on the ground, which counted as reaching the shinbones of a Bloodthirster, matching his Stone Form perfectly; he didn't need to look up to "trim the feet" nor bend down to "reap the wheat."

"Boom!"

"For the Great Plan!"

"Want to come and go as you please? Stay for this King!"

"Awoo!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Eh?"