821 Chapter 499: Dungeon Advanced Race-Naga [1/3]
Sel Bloodhoof fixed his eyes at the spatial rift that grew increasingly vast. The pressure heavily wrestled with his breathing.
“Naga?” This beast was a well-known race among the Dungeon Race.
Brutal, bloodthirsty, warlike, and powerfully flexible qualified this race as a tremendous deterrent.
One would never want to be neighbors with a group of Nagas.
Their aggressive nature naturally merits their neighbors as the first targets.
They could not coexist.
It was an invading race that had appeared from another plane. Sel irrationally accumulated that hunger and thirst settled in these monsters.
Slaughter, occupation, expansion.
The war was unavoidable.
“N-Naga?!”
A heavily injured barbarian hero in the dungeon stared at the Nagas’ appearance and froze wide-eyed. That knocked his heart out.
He subconsciously looked at Sel, their ruler.
“Lord Sel…We…”
Sel Bloodhoof took a deep breath and suppressed the rise and fall of emotions in his heart. He waved his hand decisively.
“Hold still!”
“So what if their Nagas? Twilight City will send reinforcements!
“Lord Richard had never abandoned us!”
Sel’s stern voice resounded above the city walls. The morale that had dropped due to the appearance of the spatial rifts in the sky immediately rose after he mentioned Richard’s name.
The voice reenkindled the fighting spirit of the barbarian soldiers in the dungeon.
“Yes, so what if they were Nagas?”
“That glorious existence had slaughtered and enslaved gods!!”
The last time the god of the kobolds joined forces with the lord of the dune to invade Twilight City, thousands of barbarian soldiers returned and repeatedly told the story of the glorious existence.
Richard’s reputation in the underground world was enough to describe him as a god.
“Lord, Lord Richard…Can he make it in time?
The heavily injured barbarian hero spoke reluctantly.
“The situation is unpredictable. Lord Richard might not spare the troops to help us if the same happens on the surface.
“We better retreat the soonest!”
The expressions of the upper echelons of Bloodhoof City changed when they heard this.
They were not as irrational as the lower-class people, although they respected that glorious existence.
The higher one’s position was, the more information one could obtain, and the way one thought was completely different.
Sel fell silent.
These words were irrefutable.
Twilight City would come, but? He couldn’t guarantee when!
Sel reassigned a group of soldiers from Bloodhoof City to Twilight City two days ago to form part of the guard troop.
But? It was Lord Richard.
He let out a long breath. His gaze regained a stern disposition as he spoke.
“No matter what happens, even if Lord Richard doesn’t come to help…Do not be discouraged by this! Faith and loyalty do not always solicit evidence and explanation.”
“I do not wish to hear any more objections to this matter!”
Sel’s gaze turned sharper as he spoke.
“We will fight until the last moment with or without the help of other cities. Even at the stark destruction of Bloodhoof City. I detest any insinuation of defiance!”
“We can always recruit more troops whether we lose one. We can always rebuild a city even if we lose one!”
“We will ruin the lord’s plans if we escape…No one can save us!”
Sel conveyed a vital responsibility during the battle between the Dune Lord and the Kobold God. He was the commander of the underworld troop when the enemies attacked Twilight City.
Sel had witnessed how the enemies captured transcendents. And how the god on the throne fell to the ground without a sound.
The absolute trust in that overbearing figure resided in his heart.
He would never leave his post. He would fight until his last breath at the utter destruction of Bloodhoof City and the underground world. Rebuilding Bloodhoof City would be a matter of a word from him.
The entire place fell silent. Only the injured barbarian hero in the dungeon remained resistant.
“Lord…”
“We couldn’t compromise all our hopes on the reinforcements. We…”
The injured, resistant barbarian did not finish his thoughts. He halted.
He saw Sel and the surrounding upper echelons perked open-mouthed at the flank of Bloodhoof City.
“What was going on?”
Confusion mixed with his thoughts. He dragged his injured and exhausted body to turn around. The next moment, he also quickened wide-eyed.
Countless vampires in the distant sky flapped their bat wings and charged into the side of the monster troops that attacked Bloodhoof City.
Thousands of vampires cast spells at the same time! The blood of the fallen soldiers on the ground seethed violently. Then, gravity departed, and they floated up.
They enveloped the monsters in a straw of breath.
‘Thud!’
It was like one poured concentrated sulfuric acid on their bodies. They emitted ripples of stench and black smoke that corroded their hearts and bones.
The miserable roars of wild beasts rang out, and innumerable beast soldiers fell.
Controlling fresh blood was the signature ability of vampires.
The level 14 vampire swordsman skydived down and engaged in melee combat after a round of spellcasting.
Amidst rapid charge, the two large groups of vampire swordsmen formed uniformly. Amidst the blood and broken limbs, there was a cruel artistic beauty.
‘Puchi!’
They slaughtered dozens of level 15 violent ogres at the bottom.
These five-meter-tall monsters brandished their vast spiked clubs and roared. They posed to counterattack. However, they only felt a blur before their eyes, and a terrifying pain came from their heads.
The vampires had risen into the air for the second time by the time the enemies could see clearly.
‘Plop!’
Each corpse fell. It was like a reaper had scythed each.
The monsters weren’t inferior to the vampire troop. Blood rain had engulfed and reinforced them. Moreover, they had a complete command system.
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