Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 979- Battle of Mount Gorgor (5)

"Why don't you play with opponents of your own level?"

Standing in front of him was a lean swordsman with a full armor that had seen its fair share of days but still glinted magnificently.

"I Theron will be your opponent" Saying that, the man named Theron attacked. His big bastard sword glinted in the sunlight and he moved with agility honed from years of guerrilla warfare.

"A mere human dares to stop me?" Nusgard snarled, raised his twisted hand and hurled forth a fireball at him. Theron positioned his body and adeptly deflected the magic.

"[Enhanced Strength], [Tower Slash]" Next he used his augmenting and power skill to hack at the enemy.

Nusgard used his claws but was still sent crashing down on the ground from the pure force of the attack. The moment he picked himself up from the ground, he was in disbelief. The human managed to bring him down… this was a humiliation and more so a blotch at the result he wanted to achieve.

"You damn human... you dare!!"

 Outraged, he sent forth numerous spells. However, that was a mistake in itself. Previously, he was airborne and out of reach from most attacks but now that he was on the ground, there was no way a veteran like Theron would miss this opportunity.

"[Enhanced Agility]" Putting all of his strength into his feet, he closed the distance and slashed forward. All the spells that were in the midst of being conjured, were all dispersed and Nusgard suffered a fierce backlash. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Blood spurted from his mouth and he was sent flying again from the kick that dug into his solar plexus.

"This…" observing the battle, the average soldiers were amazed and their morals increased when they saw one of their captains kicking the butt of a demon noble.

"We can do this, we can drive them back" the soldiers and mercenaries shouted in excitement. It was not only Captain Theron, but vice captain Nera, Mercenary warlord Halford, Vista and the others were all able to tie their opponent down.

Perhaps there was a chance that they could win this war.

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 Back in the demon lines, Melkan anxiously bit his thumb, his gaze locked on the distant fortress walls. The scene before him was not going as planned. For a brief moment, it seemed like the Demon Barons had this in their pockets.

Their flight and magic had disrupted the humans' defences, creating chaos within the fortress. However, who knew the humans had their own force capable of fighting the demon barons toe to toe.

With their involvement, the battle at the fortress had once again reached a deadlock.

 "Useless... tsk, useless, all of them. These humans... They're supposed to be weak, fragile and yet they've turned this into a fight." Melkan growled.

He looked at the battlefield which had come to a kind of a stalemate for a while before making up his mind.

'There is no choice but to use them' Melkan glanced at his adjutants who quickly understood the meaning behind his gaze without needing a word to be said.

"We'll see to it Sir Melkan" his adjutants nodded and quickly left to carry out his order.

"Hehehe, I'll admit you are strong. How about this then, try to deflect this" High on the walls of the fortress, Demon Baron Noosgard and Captain Theron were locked in a brutal duel.

The former used his flight ability and sharp claws in a series of brutal thrusts and strikes to impale his enemy. Theron met him head-on, his sword a blur as it parried the attacks, deflecting them with precision.

Sparks flew with every clash, the sound of metal-on-metal ringing out amidst the chaos.

"Feel the power of a human" Theron roared increasing his strength and speed of his attacks even further. He rolled to the side, dodged magic and even performed somersaults and mid air attacks completely shutting down Nusgard.

The Demon Noble wasn't even able to fully conjure his magic or target properly before he was mauled to the ground. For a moment, it looked like Theron was in complete control when… the ground suddenly started quaking.

The trembling started as a faint rumble, almost imperceptible amidst the chaos of battle. But within seconds, it grew into a full-blown quake, the ground shuddering so violently that stones began to dislodge from the fortress walls.

Soldiers and demons alike stumbled, their balance thrown off as fissures opened in the earth.

"What now?" Dravik quickly disposed of a group of infernal hounds that managed to climb over the wall and looked around. That was when his face paled.

"The ground…" he muttered "No, it's not the ground. Look!"

All eyes turned toward the demon lines. Approaching from the rear of the demon army were colossal figures—massive constructs that shook the earth with every step.

Their hulking forms were made of stone and dark metal, their bodies carved with glowing red runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. Siege engines or also known as Golems.

Towering monstrosities, each the size of a small building, their limbs reinforced with steel and jagged spikes. Designed for one purpose—to obliterate fortresses and armies alike—their power was undeniable.

Usually in the wild, a single golem was not too much of a threat, it could be easily destroyed by kiting around and bombarding with powerful magic from a distance. However, in a war, the large number of golems posed a massive threat.

Plus, the powerful magic required to bring them down also required a long casting time.

"Let's see the humans handle this," Far behind the battlefield, Melkan watched the golems approach with a smug grin. His earlier frustration melted away as he crossed his arms, exuding confidence.

This was the ace in his hole, the "Ruinbound Golems." As the name suggests, they were no ordinary golems but a creation of Lord Vordanaz himself. Gifted to Melkan by the Duke himself, they powerful contructs that cannot be underestimated.

What's more, being manned by his adjutants the demon viscounts the golems no longer had their usual weakness and cannot be kited around anymore.