Betty’s momentum gradually became more vigorous. Although she had once slain a level beta plus lava demon with two swords, that was the result of the level beta plus Dark Bishop Kolon using a transformation spell, which didn’t allow the lava demon to exert even half of its combat strength. However, the Kapu she faced now was different; he was the king of an army of tens of thousands of orcs, a super boss born from iron and blood. Even with Kapu sitting motionless on his mount, he gave Betty a tremendous sense of crisis. This level beta plus lion-man king’s combat power was at least several times stronger than the transformed level beta plus lava demon. They were not creatures of the same level. This was the full combat power of a level beta plus.
Standing behind Kapu, Grot’s expression was extremely solemn. This son of the northern lands, who had become a vampire, felt a fatal danger. It was an opponent powerful enough to end him at any moment. Indescribable terror. The battle began seconds after the two sides met. Kapu, ignited by rage, didn’t waste words and charged directly at the three hundred blood clan members casting spells. His hand wielded a broadsword three palms wide and three blades long with a fierce swing. Only fresh blood could commemorate the dead clansmen.
The sound of tearing through the air followed. A figure with wild eyes and high fighting spirit elegantly blocked his path. Betty, surrounded by a faint glow, didn’t hesitate as the royal bloodline of the northern lands awakened. Her greatsword burst with blinding light, and her sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, fixed on the orc king atop the wolf mount. Her muscles compressed like springs, concentrating all her strength at one point before exploding. Her body left behind more than a dozen afterimages, and the light from her greatsword tore through the sky.
Kapu’s heart was filled with murderous intent, and a faint golden glow emanated from his body, enhancing his majestic aura with his lion’s mane. The wolf mount sped forward. Betty leaped into the air. The greatsword and the long knife crossed in mid-air. A massive wave of air burst forth, and Betty felt a terrifying force transmitted to her, changing her complexion. Before she could react, she was forcefully knocked away by the orc king, flying over a dozen blades before crashing heavily onto a moss-covered gray boulder, which shattered under the impact, scattering rocks and dirt.
Kapu also suffered, as the great force Betty exerted made his wolf mount stagger and nearly fall. The attack, which carried extreme damage, caused the orc king’s chest to feel stuffy. Grot, without any hesitation, had already activated his fearless vampire bloodline at the start of the battle.
Fearless Blood: During the activation of the bloodline, immune to pain, immune to mind-affecting spells, stamina and life recovery speed increased by 500%, magic resistance increased by 200%, strength increased by 60%, body recovery speed increased by 1000% in the night, can mobilize the power of the bloodline to heal bodily wounds, duration: 30 minutes.
Before Kapu could catch his breath, he felt a bone-chilling murderous intent from behind, making his mane stand on end. The huge lion’s head turned, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. His long knife swung without pause, its blade shimmering with a faint golden light, both gorgeous and deadly.
Grot, prepared, collided directly with the hastily counterattacking orc king. To everyone’s surprise, despite activating his bloodline, Grot still couldn’t resist Kapu’s terrifying power, and the huge recoil almost made him drop his greatsword. The wolf mount beneath Kapu crouched deeply, leaving several deep footprints on the ground, showing that Grot’s attack was not ineffective.
As Grot was sent flying, Betty once again swung her sword to attack. The attacks were relentless. The well-coordinated northern warriors used their formidable strength to hold back the steps of Kapu, the orc king, just three hundred blades away from the blood clan spellcasters.
“Damn northerners! You’re seeking death!” Kapu looked at the distant blood clan still casting spells, filled with unwillingness, but he knew he couldn’t hunt down those vampires without dealing with these two northern warriors first.
“If you seek death, then I shall grant it!” After shaking the gray mane on the back of his wolf’s neck, Kapu charged at Betty. This level beta plus northern warrior had put considerable pressure on him. To kill, kill the strongest!
Murderous intent surged in his dark eyes. His body’s golden glow was magnificent and majestic, combined with his lion’s mane, like a golden lion king descending upon the world. Once Kapu unleashed his full strength, the battle entered an even more terrifying stage.
Level beta plus Northern Valkyrie + Level beta plus Northern Warrior VS Level beta plus Orc King
The towering trees around them fell like wheat under the aftermath of their battle, with thunderous sounds incessant. Mud and boulders splashed, and the earth cracked open inch by inch. Under Betty and Grot’s conscious guidance, the battle became more intense, but they drew further away from the blood clan’s spellcasting site.
Above the dwarf city, the range of the red cloud formed by magic grew wider, even enveloping a third of the dwarf city. The flames in the sky fell like meteors, with huge fireballs dragging long tails plummeting down. The dense orc army suffered a brutal blow; even the high-level warriors with strong vitality were seriously injured after being affected by the explosion of the fireballs, and more orcs were directly burned to charcoal by the flames.
No one could remain calm in the face of such a natural disaster. The black ground burned with fierce flames, and the scorched corpses emitted a pungent and unpleasant smell, with thick smoke mixed with dust and dirt choking the nostrils. The scene was like a demon descending from the abyss, determined to destroy the entire world. This was the power of the spellcasters. This was why the status of mages was far above that of warriors. When a group of spellcasters formed a formation and cast spells together, their power could sway the course of a war!
Led by the level beta Shadow High Priest Emi and level beta Dark Priest Stanley, along with more than a hundred 7th to 9th level third-generation blood descendants and two hundred 3rd to 4th level fourth-generation blood descendants, they drank the blood of magic and prepared this large-scale compound magic—4th ring spell: Meteor Fire Rain—the day before. The terrifying destructive power, akin to the end of the world, caused the orc army of tens of thousands to collapse directly.
In contrast, the attacks of Koso and Castro, the two powerful iron beasts, only caused chaos among the orcs. Once the orcs reacted, they would become the targets of the orcs’ hunt. But the appearance of the spellcasters directly caused the collapse of the orcs’ power. The individual combat power of warriors was not weak, but it seemed too insignificant in the face of a war involving tens of thousands. Even Koso, a giant, could only exert limited power when entangled by a certain number of troops. But once the spellcasters had the space and time to cast spells, they could directly decide the direction of the war. This was why the status of mage lords was so high because they were a strategic force.
Castro was very excited amidst the flames that filled the sky. The thick armor made him immune to any damage from the sky’s fireballs, and his ultra-high magic resistance, immune to spells below the fourth ring, allowed him to remain unharmed even in the face of magical burns. Instead, his killing power increased with his body engulfed in flames. For this, he even used magic to cover his armor with flames.
Bang! Another building was forcibly demolished, and the orcs hiding inside were buried. Although a part of the orcs managed to escape into the dwarf city, Castro’s huge body and irresistible power inflicted crushing damage on them. This iron beast, without the restrictions of high-level combat power, faced no pressure against orcs below level beta. It was a naked slaughter, without a shred of mercy.
Bang, bang, bang! Just as Castro dived towards a street crowded with orcs again, the sound of giant arrows piercing the air came. The orcs hidden in the shadows had gathered all the city’s siege crossbows. These were the only weapons that could harm these iron beasts, the orcs’ last hope for survival. The siege crossbows, as thick as an arm, were terrifying weapons that could even penetrate city walls, and no warrior’s shield could withstand them.
As the orcs watched excitedly from below, bang, bang, bang! The giant beast didn’t dodge the siege crossbow’s attack and was hit! Just as they rejoiced for less than a second, the next moment, everyone felt a chill run down their spine. Bang! Like an egg smashing against a rock, the city wall-piercing siege crossbow shattered upon hitting the armor on Castro’s abdomen. The huge impact only left a few small dents in the armor. It was indestructible!
Dozens of bolts, the orcs’ ultimate weapon, the siege crossbow, couldn’t harm the giant beast. The morale that had been high instantly collapsed. All the orcs operating the siege crossbows were filled with despair. They had finally seized an opportunity to attack, but their ultimate weapon proved ineffective! Could the crossbow not even penetrate the opponent’s armor? What kind of monster was this? Why was the armor so strong? Who
“In such a case, who else could defeat this iron behemoth? The despair in the eyes of the beastmen controlling the siege crossbows was palpable. Their last hope, the weapon they believed could turn the tide, proved ineffective. The siege crossbows, capable of piercing city walls, were shattered upon impact against the armor of the iron giant, leaving only minor dents.
Impenetrable defense! Dozens of bolts, the beastmen’s ultimate weapon, failed to inflict any damage on the behemoth. The morale that had surged moments before collapsed instantly. All the beastmen operating the siege crossbows were engulfed in despair, their last chance for an attack, their supposed lifeline, rendered useless.
Could it be that their armor was impenetrable? Who could possibly stand against such an iron beast? Even before the beastmen could mount a counterattack, they were already mired in hopelessness.
Although the iron giant, Castro, was unharmed, the sheer force of the impact caused his body to sway. He turned his head fiercely, locking eyes with the beastmen below preparing to reload and attack him again. A burning rage ignited within him.
‘Are you courting death?’ With a swift turn, the colossal figure charged towards the dwarven bolt throwers. The Dawn Bat, king of the breaking dawn, had not lost its agility despite its heavy armor and massive body.
Bats are naturally dexterous creatures. Although Castro could no longer be considered an ordinary bat, his body remained nimble. The shadow of the beast once again loomed over the beastmen, and amidst the relentless assault of ten fireballs per second, the bolt throwers were engulfed in flames.
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After a single long-range attack, Castro closed in on the beastmen’s bolt throwers, his terrifying 16-blade wingspan delivering even more lethal physical blows. The few remaining bolt throwers were reduced to ashes after just two dives from Castro. And with that, the beastmen on the field became mere fodder for the reaper. From that point on, no one within the city could withstand the swooping might of this nascent king.
On the open ground outside the dwarven city, Koso’s battle was even more ferocious than Castro’s. No one could harm Koso, clad in 8 tons of armor, nearly transcendent in quality, just a step away from the extraordinary. The strong crossbow bolts that could penetrate human shields merely clinked against Koso’s armor, leaving not a single mark. The beastmen’s long swords shattered against the armor, and their spears broke upon impact.
A pure display of equipment superiority. The only thing that could cause Koso a moment’s pause was the beta plus level werewolf warrior—Kreig Huntshadow. However, due to the vast disparity in equipment, Kreig’s mere rare-quality long sword could not inflict much damage against the perfect-quality armor.
The werewolf could only leave superficial scratches on Koso’s armor, which were inconsequential against the several dozen centimeters thick armor. On the other hand, should Koso seize an opportunity, the werewolf would suffer a fatal blow. Koso was better suited for wielding hammers and maces, but to increase his lethality against lower-level troops, Morgen personally ordered Valen to forge these twin greatswords.
Armed with sharp weapons, Koso became even more dangerous in battle. Kreig, the beta plus level werewolf, could only engage in hit-and-run tactics, restraining the colossal Koso from the sidelines, not daring to engage in direct combat.
The cyclops’ racial talents far surpassed those of the beastmen. These massive beings may have lost some agility, but their strength was incomparable to that of ordinary-sized creatures. Koso could easily wield his sword with tens of tons of force, and when fully exerting himself, he could reach several dozen tons, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks. This created a situation that infuriated Kreig: his attacks on Koso were virtually ineffective because he couldn’t break through the thick armor. Yet if Koso landed a hit, it would result in a fatal wound.
War has never been about fairness; the armor, which cost 100,000 gold pucks to create, was naturally beyond the reach of a pauper like Kreig wielding a common dwarven-forged weapon. This was not just a matter of racial advantage but also a demonstration of Dawn City’s overwhelming power over the beastmen tribes.
Behind Koso stood Morgen, the Dawn Master, with endless wealth and countless resources at his disposal. Behind Kreig stood the impoverished Lionheart Tribe, unable to satisfy even their people’s hunger, relying on hunting for survival. If not for the beastmen’s inherently robust physiques and the barren lies holding no allure, they would likely be in an even more dire situation.
Above the sky, the magic continued to unleash its might. The scope of the red cloud was still expanding. Koso had charged into the range of the meteor fire rain spell, excitedly slaughtering the fleeing beastmen. The dense fireballs carried the most lethal threat across the land. The beastmen army, once numbering in the tens of thousands, was now scattered, with no one knowing the extent of their casualties, dead bodies strewn everywhere.
Thick smoke enveloped the land, and the reaper’s scythe harvested lives indiscriminately. The casters, under the watchful eyes of the two iron giants, once again used their decisive magic to declare their nobility and strength to the world.”
“Chief Rabio, a war is raging outside! Have our reinforcements arrived?” Massey Manhammer burst into the diminutive dwelling, addressing Rabio Manhammer, the dwarven king, who was tightly gripping the window sill, gazing intently at the magical red cloud in the distant sky. Rabio’s eyes were filled with an excitement unfathomable to outsiders. Clenching his teeth, he spun around sharply.
“It must be reinforcements brought by Master Valen! Massey, send some of our kin who have shaken off their shackles to gather information. Also, keep an eye on the orc army’s movements. If it is indeed reinforcements, we will join the battle immediately!”
Despite his burning desire for vengeance against the detestable orcs, Rabio did not act rashly. He had not received any secret messages, so he could not be certain that the forces battling the orcs were indeed dwarven allies.
“If they are not our allies, then we will not partake in this battle. I will lead our people out through the secret tunnels. Massey, ensure everyone is prepared.”
Regardless of whether they were dwarven allies or not, the war outside was surely engaging the orc horde. This was the perfect opportunity for the dwarves to break free from orcish subjugation. Rabio was unwilling to wait any longer.
“No one can enslave the dwarves! Once we escape, there will come a day when these accursed orcs will taste dwarven fury.”
“Yes,” Massey replied, his voice tinged with excitement as he turned to leave.
Less than a minute after Massey’s departure, the orcs tightened their control over the dwarves. But Rabio paid them no heed, his piercing gaze fixed on the ever-expanding red cloud on the horizon and the colossal beast prowling beneath it.
What kind of power could command such a terrifying creature?
Rabio’s hands clenched tightly. He was waiting for his kin…
The shame of enslavement would be washed away with blood!"
"Betty’s greatsword was unmatched in sharpness, its faint glow carrying an irresistible force as it slashed towards Kapu. The Orc King nimbly dodged the ferocious strike, and the greatsword cleaved through a large tree that would take five people to encircle. With a thunderous crash, the tree toppled, taking another smaller tree with it, scattering wood chips and dirt.
Kapu did not counterattack but instead swung his longsword fiercely at Grot, who was charging at him. The pale golden light on the blade shimmered, deadly and dangerous. Grot, with his greatsword that shone with an extreme brilliance, showed no intention of avoiding Kapu’s attack, equally ferocious in his assault.
In a clash of wills, where the narrow path meets, the brave prevails. Kapu’s demeanor was unyielding, a testament to the absolute confidence and dominance of an beta plus level warrior, the king of the Orc tribe. And the Northern warriors, fearless and undaunted, would charge at dragons without hesitation. As the foremost among the three great warriors of glory, they never took a step back from an enemy.
Blood splattered as Grot’s shoulder was split open by the cold blade, leaving a deep wound that reached the bone, while Grot’s greatsword left a bloody, flesh-ripped scar across Kapu’s chest. As they passed each other, Kapu twisted his body against all odds, compressing like a spring before bursting forth with a kick filled with wild force, sending Grot flying.
The exchange left Grot severely wounded and Kapu lightly injured. Such was the might of the king of the Orc tribe. At this moment, Betty’s fighting spirit grew even more intense. The light of her ultimate skill surged as the stronger her enemy, the more it ignited the wild battle spirit within her. Her delicate face was alight with the black eyes of a warrior, full of fighting intent.
“Fight!” With a single word, she lunged like a hawk diving from the sky to catch its prey, her speed so fast that she left behind more than a dozen afterimages. Kapu did not hesitate. He kicked off his mount, the Wolf King, and met the Northern Valkyrie’s formidable combat skills head-on. He was determined to personally slay this Northern female warrior, whose strength he had come to recognize.
Hunting the strong was an Orc’s nature, and he intended to treasure the head of this woman. The mane of the lion-like Orc stood on end, and a pale golden aura enveloped him, making him appear like a lion king cast in gold, powerful and majestic.
The air was filled with the sound of their blurred figures clashing, and terrifying shockwaves erupted between the two dark shadows. The tall trees around them fell like wheat under the scythe, and the ground beneath them cracked like a spider’s web. Scars from swords and knives appeared every second, and within a range of hundreds of blades, the once lush forest was turning into a barren wasteland.
Betty, two levels below Kapu, was constantly pressed by the Orc king’s strength. However, with her legendary combat skills and the terrifying recovery power of her Northern royal bloodline, she managed to stand her ground against Kapu in this battle of a beta plus level against an beta plus level Orc king. This was the full might of an beta plus level combatant, not some transformed beta plusth-level Lava Demon of inferior quality. Betty once again showcased the edge of being the leader among the three great warriors of glory, fighting an beta plus level Orc king with the strength of a beta plus level, indescribably formidable.
“Grey Claw, kill their spellcasters!” Kapu commanded as he parried Betty’s fierce attack and turned to the beta-level Wolf King, who was crouching outside the battle range, ready to hunt. He knew that these two powerful warriors were leading him away from the vampire spellcasters, but he was not alone; his mount was the beta-level Wolf King.
Named Grey Claw, the Wolf King howled in response to Kapu’s command and then turned to sprint towards the vampire’s position. The master’s order was its everything.
Grot, wounded by Kapu’s ferocious attack, was already standing up, his wounds visibly healing at an astonishing rate. His aura climbed back to its peak. Already robust and resilient, the Northern warrior became even stronger after becoming a vampire, and now, in the darkness of night, his combat power was at its absolute peak. Unless his head was severed, his heart could recover even if pierced.
This was a Northern warrior with vampire blood, a vampire with the blood of the fearless! Grot bent his legs and then burst forth, his speed skyrocketing as he prepared to intercept the departing Wolf King."
Certainly! Here’s the English translation of the passage:
"But just now, as he set off, a cold blade flashed by his side. Kapu forcefully dodged Betty and once again intercepted him with the most domineering posture.
This beta plus level Orc King had already reached the pinnacle of strength.
Grot retaliated with his sword, but he could only watch the Wolf King leave the battlefield of the three.
Seeing this scene, a bloodthirsty curve appeared at the corner of Kapu’s mouth, and a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes as he swung his blade.
“Vampires and Northern warriors, you are my prey today.”
As long as the wolves could disrupt the vampires’ spellcasting, Kapu believed that the Orcs would once again dominate this place.
Whether it was the Iron Giant, the sky beasts, or the two powerful warriors before him, they would all become corpses under the Orcs’ blades.
Despite heavy casualties, the Orcs still held an absolute numerical advantage.
As long as they could survive the current chaos and have someone to lead them, all enemies would be hunted down by the Orcs.
And once the Wolf completed its mission, victory would belong to him—the King of the Lion Tribe, Kapu Lionheart.
The beta-level Wolf King, Greyclaw, sniffed the air and charged toward the spellcasting vampires.
Bred by the Orcs, Greyclaw’s intelligence was not inferior to that of a human thirteen or fourteen-year-old.
It knew its master’s intentions.
Hunting humans?
A cruel glint appeared in Greyclaw’s eyes. Those morsels were truly delicious, especially the spellcasters. The thought of the rich magical energy pulsing through the humans made his mouth water.
The distance between the three combatants and the vampire encampment was already over a thousand paces, but Greyclaw’s speed closed the gap in mere seconds.
He leaped.
Standing on the massive rock beneath the tall tree, he howled to the sky.
Awoo~
The Moonhowl of the Celestial Wolf sent shivers down the spines of many vampires who were in the midst of casting spells.
Large-scale composite magic was typically used by armies in warfare. It required lengthy preparation and was challenging to execute.
Moreover, during the casting process, any interruption could lead to magical backlash. Light injuries were the least of the consequences; severe cases would result in chaotic magic flooding the mind, leaving the caster a babbling fool.
In military operations, mage units were often guarded by elite forces to prevent interference.
However, at this moment, the two powerful warriors of the vampire spellcasting group had already been drawn away by the Orc King.
There was no defense here.
The Wolf King’s eyes revealed a savage glint. The claws on its four legs gleamed with icy coldness, and its fangs were razor-sharp. It was a pure killing machine.
The bloodlust spread.
Boom~ Bang~
After a few leaps, Greyclaw was already close to the seemingly unresponsive vampires who were still casting spells.
With three blades’ height and nearly six blades’ length, the Wolf King lunged at the vampires.
A bloody massacre seemed imminent.
But when the two sides were less than thirty blades apart, the Wolf King abruptly halted his sprint. The ash-gray fur on his body stood on end, and terror flashed in his eyes, uncontrollable and overwhelming.
Before him, it was as if a great abyss demon had opened its gaping maw, waiting. If he dared to take another step forward, death would be upon him.
Then, in mid-air, a pitch-black spatial rift shattered.
“Roar~”
“Wowahaha~ The magnificent me is out once again~” A voice with an eerie tone echoed from within the black hole, sharp and strange."