Chapter 179: The Battle Rages
Kasa charged through the battlefield like a storm, his massive frame carving through the chaos. Dolo, the great Goblin chieftain himself, stepped forward to meet him, standing firm in his path.
A Dragonblood Goblin, his bloodline infused with the ancient essence of the Red Dragon, Dolo towered at four meters tall. His body, rippling with bulging muscle and armored in jagged, obsidian scales, loomed over common soldiers like a mountain. Yet before the towering Frost Giant Kasa, he seemed no more than a dwarf—his head barely reaching the Frost Giant’s waist. The contrast was staggering.
Yet Dolo showed no fear. With a roar that shook the very air, he bellowed:
"Foolish giant—die!"
He leapt forward, Bloodfire Battle Axe raised high above his head, bringing it down in a brutal, sweeping arc aimed at Kasa’s skull.
Clang!
The clash of steel rang out like a gong. The axe met Frost Roar in a shower of blinding sparks. Dolo had poured every ounce of his strength into the blow—but Kasa merely lifted his massive arm, holding the axe with the flat of his weapon, effortlessly blocking the attack.
"Such feeble force... How dare you face me?"
With a thunderous growl, Kasa’s arm muscles surged, veins erupting like twisted roots beneath his skin. With a single, crushing shove, he sent Dolo flying through the air, slamming into the earth over ten meters away.
Dolo rolled across the ground, dazed and breathless, his arms numb from the shockwave of impact. His entire body felt hollow, drained.
"Unbelievable strength..."
He gritted his teeth, propping himself up with his axe, then slowly forced himself to his feet.
But before he could catch his breath, the wind howled above him—then came the roar of a giant.
"Die, you insignificant wretch!"
Kasa didn’t grant his enemy a second chance. With a mighty leap, he descended like a falling mountain, Frost Roar trailing behind him in a cyclone of ice and fury. The blade carved through the air with unstoppable momentum, a hurricane of destruction aimed straight at Dolo’s head.
Had it struck, Dolo’s scaled body—thick and tough as armor—would have split open like paper.
Dolo stared up, his vision filling with the looming edge of the axe. His pupils widened in terror. All he could manage was two desperate words:
"Help me!"
Just as the blade was about to claim him, an invisible barrier erupted before him—a shimmering wall of force.
【Force Wall】
The Bloodfire Battle Axe struck the barrier with a deafening boom, the impact rippling through the air like a shockwave. The ground cracked beneath the force, and the very fabric of space trembled.
Far away, Lanpu stood calmly, his left hand raised, staff held high. In his right, he gripped the glowing talisman—Bennett’s Wisdom—its spell aura pulsing like a heartbeat.
"Oh? A spell?"
He smirked, eyes sharp.
"How pathetic. A coward relying on outside magic doesn’t even deserve to stand against me!"
Kasa grinned fiercely, his fangs bared. With a single fluid motion, he hefted Frost Roar and vaulted over the Force Wall, landing directly behind Dolo.
"Dolo! Hold him!"
Lanpu didn’t hesitate. Every magical item on his body ignited in sequence—his body blazing with overlapping spell auras. One after another, powerful enchantments surged forth, flooding into the Dragonblood Goblin:
Enlarge, Haste, Shield Spell, Protection from Energy Damage, Bear’s Resilience, Ox’s Strength, Cat’s Elegance.
In just a few breaths, the Dragonblood Goblin swelled to nearly eight meters in height—now nearly matching the Frost Giant in stature. His body was wrapped in layered shields of magical energy, his physical attributes pushed to impossible limits.
Dolo gasped, feeling the surge of power flooding through his veins. His eyes burned with fury and exhilaration.
"Damn it, Lanpu—why didn’t you use this sooner?!"
He roared, shaking with power.
"Hold him? I could kill him right now!"
With a bellow, he charged forward, Bloodfire Battle Axe now resembling a massive hand axe in his grip. He swung with all his might, aiming to cleave through Kasa’s skull.
Clang—!
The clash echoed again. But this time, Kasa had to brace with both arms. The force of the blow pushed him back slightly, his stance wavering under the pressure.
Lanpu seized the moment—while Kasa was locked in the struggle, his movements hindered. He focused his will, unleashing a barrage of fireballs into the Frost Giant’s position.
【Greater Fireball】
After years of refinement, Lanpu’s fireball spell had reached the fifth tier. It wasn’t just a blast of flame—it was a precision-guided inferno, capable of tracking its target through smoke and chaos, its core searing with divine heat.
Kasa merely tilted his head—just slightly—and the fireball screamed past, missing by a hair’s breadth.
But the movement cost him. His guard dropped.
Dolo didn’t miss the opening.
With a furious, sweeping motion, he swung the axe sideways—a thunderous arc through the air, aimed straight at the Frost Giant’s head.
And at the same moment, Lanpu’s next spell flared.
【Slow】
Time itself seemed to warp around Kasa. His movements grew sluggish, his reflexes sluggish. He tried to dodge—but too late.
The axe, already trailing afterimage, carved across his cheek.
A thin, deep gash opened, and deep blue blood—cold as winter—poured down his face.
"Haven’t bled in ages..."
Kasa wiped the blood with the back of his hand, a twisted grin spreading across his face. His eyes blazed with feral hunger, a storm of battle-lust in their depths.
"I’ll kill you all!"
"For the Kingdom of Ashen!"
"Kill them!"
"Enduring Frost!"
As Dolo and Lanpu held Kasa in a brutal stalemate, the battlelines erupted in chaos.
Great Goblins unleashed a storm of bullets and shells upon the Frost Giants, while the giants countered with massive bone shields, charging forward through the hail of fire. Once they breached the lines, their sheer mass crushed dozens of soldiers in a single charge.
Yet not all were victorious. Several Frost Giants fell mid-charge, riddled with bullet holes and shrapnel, their bodies torn apart.
Ogre Heavy Infantry stood at the forefront of the Kingdom of Ashen’s line. Though shorter and stockier than their northern kin, their thick, barrel-like bodies endured wave after wave of Frost Giant cavalry charges—barely holding the line.
Steppe Land Drake and Tundra Land Drake collided in a thunderous clash, their massive bodies locking in a titanic struggle. The two were evenly matched—but the Dragon-blooded Steppe Drake, larger and more powerful, usually claimed the upper hand.
Above, Chimera and Two-Headed Dragons dove again and again, turning the battlefield into a churning sea of fire. Their flames blocked the Frost Giants’ advance, turning the earth to ash.
But the sky was no sanctuary. Frost Giants hurled monoliths from above, crushing aerial units mid-flight. Others leapt from the clouds, grabbing the beasts from the air and dragging them down—once on the ground, they were already dead.
One Chimera, a female, was pinned beneath Baya, a Frost Giant warrior who, like his brother, tore three of her spine segments apart with his bare hands. The act earned a roar of approval from his kin.
"Baya!"
"Our warrior!"
"You’re the Little Bonebreaker!"
Gunsmoke and the scent of blood filled the air. Corpses—Great Goblin, Ogre, Two-Headed Dragon, Frost Giant—lay scattered across the wasteland. The once-toughened steppe had become a slaughterhouse once more, a testament to the brutal, evenly matched war that raged without mercy.
(End of Chapter)
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