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Chapter 42 The Attacking Minotaur!
In the army of the supreme God.
The True Soul Master, Drow, stared indifferently at the gap in the wall blasted open by hellfire in the distance.
There was no surprise in his dark red pupils.
Clearly, she had already made some kind of deal with those devils from the hell of Bath.
"Those bred gnolls are ready to be deployed!"
Grom, the grey dwarf overseer beside her, a short, stocky monster who looked like a mobile iron barrel, nodded heavily.
He rode his dire wolf to the gnoll army on the flank.
These twisted creatures, born from the power of the abyss, are in a state of frenzy, their yellow eyes flashing with a wild, ferocious light, as they smell blood.
Grom, the Grey Dwarf Overlord, sneered as he looked at the group of Abyssal creatures whose mouths were constantly drooling.
"Go on, you scum!"
His voice was rough and hoarse, like the friction of sand and gravel.
"Prove your worth to the Most Supreme God!"
The words fell.
At the very front of the gnoll army, the exceptionally large Yenogu, with a necklace of human finger bones around its neck, suddenly let out a mournful howl.
Dozens of gnolls charged toward the breach in the wall of Blackrock Town as if whipped by an invisible lash!
Their movements were as swift as the wind, on all fours, sniffing the pervasive stench of blood in the air, darting wildly across the battlefield like true wild beasts.
Inside the gap in the wall.
Faced with the swarming in of goblins.
Aiver and the bard Omir simultaneously unleash a cloud of daggers.
"Cloud of Daggers!"
"Cloud of Daggers—"
Two blue-purple magic circles lit up alternately, and countless translucent pale blue daggers appeared. The blades of the daggers gleamed with a chilling light, and the blades spun at high speed, creating a storm vortex.
Within such a narrow passage, the sustained attacks of Dagger Cloud can be maximized.
The goblins narrowly escaped the two iron hammers, but what awaited them were two dagger formations that resembled meat grinders.
The goblins who stepped into it were torn apart and shredded in the storm of daggers, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Countless spinning magical daggers, like a swarm of living dead bees, instantly swallowed them up.
Occasionally, a few goblins, dragging their battered bodies, would manage to crawl out of the dagger cloud formation with sheer willpower, only to be mercilessly crushed by Gronn's iron hammer.
"These damned green-skinned beasts don't deserve any pity!"
"Don't let your guard down, the enemy is coming again!"
The howls of the gnolls in the distance grew closer and closer.
Dozens of dark purple gnolls charged into the gap in the passage like mad dogs, showing no fear.
Facing the two swirling, deadly clouds of daggers ahead, their yellow eyes showed not the slightest hesitation.
The jackals leaped into the storm of daggers.
puff!puff!puff!
The magic dagger pierced through their bodies in an instant.
Blood splattered! Internal organs shattered!
Cries of agony rose and fell!
As the gnolls fell one after another, a thick, nauseating purple smoke suddenly billowed wildly from the mouths and noses of their corpses.
The smoke spread rapidly, as if it were alive, instantly filling the entire gap in the passageway, and then surging towards the inside of the wall.
The goblins behind him, upon contact with the thick purple smoke, stood frozen in place as if struck by a spell.
Gron's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively took a step back.
"What the hell is this thing?"
Richard turned and shouted.
"Avel!"
Avel pulled out three rolled-up parchment scrolls from the lining of the mage's robe.
The spell "Wind Spell" was written on it.
Richard had already made preparations for this after his first encounter with the gnolls and witnessing the power of the Nightmare's Gift potion.
He had Avel make a copy of these magic scrolls specifically for dealing with the poisonous fog.
Three powerful, almost violent streams of air surged wildly out of the reel.
The airflow instantly converged into a giant whirlwind with a diameter of over ten feet, instantly dispersing the purple poisonous mist within the gap.
The remaining poisonous mist, carried by the whirlwind, surged back through the gap towards the still-charging goblin army behind them!
"They really asked for trouble this time!"
Seeing the scene before him, Kro couldn't help but laugh.
But Richard showed no sign of letting up.
He knew perfectly well that these goblins and gnolls were just suicide soldiers charging into battle.
Those grey dwarves from the Underdark, along with those few minotaurs, were the true main force of the Supreme God's army.
Grom, the grey dwarf overseer, saw that the gnolls' methods had failed, and his small eyes flashed with a fierce light.
He rode out on his dire wolf, personally leading his army of grey dwarves and several tauren that moved like hills, stepping over the corpses of goblins, and slowly pressing towards the walls of Blackrock Town.
On the fence.
Chief of the Guard, Weiss, looked at the approaching gray dwarves and minotaurs with a solemn expression on his scarred face.
"Rolling Stones, get ready!"
The guards gritted their teeth and pushed the last few hundred-pound stones to the edge of the wall.
These rolling stones, weighing hundreds of kilograms each, had previously caused significant losses to the goblin forces during defensive battles.
But they seemed insignificant in the face of the creations of Baphomet, the king of horned demons.
The minotaurs swung their giant axes, cleaving the rolling stones in two. The rubble flew everywhere like exploding cannonballs, even injuring a few unlucky goblins nearby!
"roar--!"
The minotaurs roared to the sky with a deafening, savage battle cry. The oppressive roar made the young guards turn pale, and cold sweat instantly soaked through their inner shirts.
Is it really possible for humans to fight against such a monster from the abyss?
The minotaurs came to the wall.
Their enormous nostrils twitched wildly as they sniffed the scent of blood and broken flesh, fueling the minotaurs' bloodlust.
They pawed the ground with their hooves, their muscular bodies leaning slightly forward, like battering rams, as they slammed into the rammed earth wall of the enclosure.
thump—
The entire wall trembled violently!
The guards on the wall could even clearly feel the violent tremors beneath their feet.
Each impact widens the gap a little more; if left unchecked, it will eventually give way.
If the entire wall collapses, Blackrock Town will no longer be able to withstand the onslaught of the supreme god's army.
Richard looked at the adventure team members, and they immediately understood.
Avel and the bard removed the cloud of daggers in front of them.
"Gron, you and the villagers stay inside the walls. If any foolish goblins manage to sneak in, smash them flat with your hammer!"
"Pastor Richard, what about you?"
Richard and the others did not answer, leaving only their resolute backs.
Outside the gap.
The minotaurs were still savagely charging at the walls.
The ground trembled, and cracks spread.
Just then—
A fireball, so hot it almost blinded the eyes, suddenly shot out from the gap, engulfing several minotaurs in a violent explosion.
The strongest third-circle spell for the mage class.
Even the tough-skinned minotaurs couldn't withstand it.
The minotaurs let out a piercing scream as their massive bodies were blasted away by the shockwave of the explosion.
Its rough skin instantly carbonizes under high temperatures, turning into a charred, smoky shell, filling the air with a rich aroma of roasted meat.
Richard led his adventure team out of the wall's defenses to confront the creatures of the Underdark head-on.
Looking at the several ferocious minotaurs in front of him, Richard took a sniff; a faint aroma of roasting wafted through the air.
"This smells so good."
Richard's voice carried an almost cruel calm.
"It's just a pity."
He slowly clenched his fist.
The sacred, crimson flames erupted with a roar, like the rising sun at dawn.
"I don't eat beef!"