Chapter 72
“Haah!”
“Gahhh!”
The heads of the dark races burst open like balloons.
Heracules, wielding the Olive Club overflowing with tremendous magical power, swung it with his unyielding stamina, crushing the dark races and demons into a pulp.
Supporting Heracules on both sides were Theses and Bellophon.
Though they were not half-dragons but ordinary humans, both were heroic elves renowned throughout the kingdom for their swordsmanship and archery.
The dark races were mercilessly cut down by Theses’ sword.
Bellophon swiftly shot down the approaching demons.
Despite the disadvantageous situation, the elves and dragons held their ground, fighting back against the dark races and demons.
However…
“Huh!”
“This… this is…”
A sudden ominous presence began to be felt.
Sensing a power of a different dimension approaching, Heracules cast a cold gaze toward the area below the fortress wall.
There, he saw a group of dark races charging toward the fortress.
With beast-like forms, they trampled even their own allies if they were in the way, charging forward.
Heracules recognized them immediately.
And then…
-Whoosh!
“!”
“Urgh…”
In an instant, the enemies leaped up onto the fortress wall.
Seeing them, the faces of the three elven heroes became even more tense than before.
A being with the head of a bull, holding a massive axe in one hand,
A monster whose form was a mixture of lions, snakes, and various other creatures,
And a man with a lower body like a serpent and an upper body with massive, muscular build.
Minous.
Chimera.
Gigante.
They were among the highest-ranking dark races, powerful beings possessing heroic strength.
For centuries, they had waged countless bloody battles against the Elven Kingdom, and now, they wore ferocious smiles on their faces.
“Hahaha, it’s been a while, Theses. How have you been?”
“I’ve come to settle the score from the wound you gave me last time. Are you ready to die, Bellophon?”
“Today, I will take your head, Heracules.”
With clear hostility, the dark race heroes readied themselves for battle.
Heracules and his allies also steeled themselves, gripping their weapons tightly.
“Very well… let’s end this for sure this time!”
“Even if I die today, I will take your head with me!”
“No need for more words. Come at me.”
As Heracules’ words ended, the three charged toward the enemies before them.
The dark races let out cries filled with excitement and charged toward them.
-Clang!!!
Theses and Minous clashed, their weapons meeting with a sharp sound.
In their past battles, Minous had always had the advantage in strength, but Theses had the upper hand in speed.
Minous delivered a crushing blow that could split rocks with his sheer strength.
Meanwhile, Theses inflicted minor wounds on Minous with his swift swordsmanship.
They were familiar with each other’s fighting styles.
Having fought as rivals for many years, they knew each other’s tactics and even their small habits.
Under normal circumstances, the battle between these two heroes would have been a fierce and unpredictable contest.
However…
“Urgh!! You…”
“Hahaha! Sorry, but I’m not the same as before! Today, I’ll finally split that annoying face of yours in half!”
Minous’ attacks were more powerful than usual.
Even in terms of speed, Theses was now being outmatched.
It wasn’t simply because Theses was tired from the previous battle.
Minous’ strength had become significantly stronger than before.
Enhanced by a demon, his power had widened the gap between them, which had once been balanced.
As a result…
“Gahhh!!!!”
“Theses!!!”
Theses’ head was taken by Minous’ axe.
And then…
“Argh… ugh… I… apologize…”
Without time to mourn his death, Bellophon fell, a claw from Chimera embedded in his heart.
The long-standing blood feud between ancient rivals ended in an instant, in vain.
And the same fate awaited Heracules.
“Damn it…”
Heracules, the strongest warrior of the Elves.
Yet now, he was being overwhelmed by Gigante, whom he had once fought evenly or even overpowered.
In both strength and skill,
Gigante was surpassing him in every aspect.
“Urghhh!”
Ultimately, the hand that held the Olive Club was severed, and Heracules collapsed, blood gushing from his wound.
Looking down at him, Gigante let out a mad laugh.
“Kahaha! It’s all over now. You, the elves, and even those humans from the southern lands! In the end, the final victor will be our dark races!”
With the central defense collapsing, the balance was decisively broken.
Even the dragons in the sky were being pushed back by the sheer numbers of demons.
Several dark races had already infiltrated the inside of the fortress.
As everything he had tried to protect crumbled,
Heracules, with a face filled with despair, faced his approaching death…
Staring at Gigante’s blade as it descended toward his head.
“Die… kuhwaaaaaah!!!!”
“!?”
At that moment, a sudden scream from Gigante echoed out.
A brilliant beam of light poured down, turning the scene into broad daylight in an instant.
The moment the light touched him, Gigante’s body, as if engulfed in an invisible flame, began to burn and emit smoke.
This was not limited to just Gigante.
The countless Dark Races present here.
And the demons.
The mighty army that just moments ago sought to consume the fortress.
Like dew before the sun, more than half of them began to vanish in an instant.
A sudden reversal.
And.
Heracules quickly realized who had created this situation.
A being shining with a radiant light above his head in the sky.
It was a presence he had never seen before in his life,
But as he looked at it, feeling a holiness and power that stirred something instinctual within him,
Heracules found himself kneeling unconsciously.
‘Co… could that be… a god?’
***
The Dark Races, certain of their victory.
Orthos, the supreme commander leading the forces of the Dark Races, felt a deep sense of emotion as he witnessed the fall of the last line of the Elven Kingdom’s army.
A long-standing wish that had been yearned for over ages.
The fall of the Elven Kingdom.
He had achieved it with his own hands,
And now he was witnessing it with his own eyes.
How glorious and joyful this moment was.
And all of this was due to the grace of the demons they had served all this time.
To those who had extended a merciful hand to them, mere mortals, against those vile dragons, Orthos bowed his head in genuine gratitude toward the demons.
“Great demons! We have finally done it! With your grace, we have destroyed those vile elves! I, unworthy Orthos, pledge my eternal loyalty to you…?”
At that moment.
“…Huh?”
A sudden, ominous chill crept in.
Caught off guard by the abrupt change, Orthos felt more bewildered than afraid.
And then.
“Gasp!”
A chilling, eerie sensation rushed over him,
A sensation as if thousands of needles were piercing through his entire body, prompting Orthos to instinctively cast a defensive spell.
But.
-Bam!!!
“Wha… what?!”
Like glass shattered by an arrow, his defensive spell broke apart instantly.
Immediately, something began to wrap around Orthos’s body.
It wasn’t just an ordinary attack spell.
It felt as if the entire world around him was enveloping him.
A massive hand seemed to grip his very being tightly.
Only then did Orthos realize.
What the true nature of this situation was.
What was this ominous feeling that pierced through his entire being?
Eyes.
Countless eyes were staring directly at him.
From the sky.
And from the ground.
No, it felt as if the entire massive world surrounding him was
Focusing solely on him.
A multitude of crimson gazes filled the sky and earth.
There was no hostility or murderous intent in those gazes.
Only disdain.
The feeling of being watched like an ant crawling on the ground,
A sense that with just a flick of a finger, he could be crushed at any moment.
A feeling that vividly made him understand just how insignificant he was on a soul-deep level.
Recognizing this terrifying and overwhelming reality,
Orthos began to tremble uncontrollably.
No longer was there any joy or delight at the thought of victory in his mind.
He felt only one thing.
An overwhelmingly clear sense of how small and insignificant he truly was.
Consumed by this endless despair,
Orthos vanished, turning to ash.
Like dust blown away by the wind.
Like a tiny ant crushed in a storm, dying without anyone ever knowing…
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