Chapter 2068 - 553: Battle of Burial Peak! (Part 3)

What is... that sound?

He carefully searched for a while and found that the sound seemed to come from the rock wall, becoming increasingly clear.

"Buzz... buzz..."

The hard rock wall began to tremble, and small rocks above fell with a rustle, as if a giant beast lurking deep within the mountains was awakening.

"Broken Tail" pressed fearfully against the rock wall, trying to hear more clearly.

But in the next second, an ear-splitting explosion sent him flying directly away from the rock wall he had just leaned against!

"Boom—!"

The entire mountain seemed to tremble in the roar of the explosive sound!

Clan Rat Centurion "Broken Tail," who possessed Silver Level strength, died on the spot, not even having time to utter a scream.

The power of the "Yellow Explosive" is terrifying beyond compare!

What the Dragon God's people brought to their Dwarf friends were not just verbal promises but also various novel gadgets that many Dwarves had never seen.

And everything was just the beginning—

Amid the sky-filled rubble and smoke, a giant steel drill spewing white steam roared through, breaking through the obstacles and violently crashing into the Ratmen's tunnel!

Dwarf runes engraved on the drill glowed with dazzling orange light, the high-speed spinning drill tip effortlessly shredding any rock and flesh blocking its path.

"Squeak squeak squeak—!!"

Dozens of unlucky Clan Rats were reduced to ground meat within the drill, unable to utter a scream, while some escaped only to be chopped into mince by blades and axes on the drill's sides.

"Shield Wall!"

"Ha!"

Before the rats could react, the iron monster behind emitted a heavy hiss, and behind the rolling steam and dust appeared a "wall" out of thin air!

A wall made of steel and beards.

Led by a Dwarf Lord wielding a warhammer, each oversized firearm was mounted atop the shield wall.

"For the high mountains! For the King!"

"Fire!"

Bam, bam—!

The successive bursts of white smoke shredded the Ratmen's freshly gathered formations, and the storm of pellets rained down in the narrow cave!

In just one round, the thousand-Rat team stationed there was reduced by half, leaving behind a field of twisted bodies.

Terror was etched on each Ratman's face, their morale crumbling once again, turning around and fleeing deeper into the cave with screams.

Dwarf Musketeers paused to reload.

Next came the rune warriors wielding blades and axes.

Black runes were carved into their muscular bodies, and under the blessing of the Dwarf Priest, they smeared black beast blood on their faces, both pupils and axe handles glowing with golden light.

"For the King—"

"Charge!!"

"Kill!!!"

The coarse battle cries echoed through the narrow tunnel, shaking the Ratmen's eardrums painfully!

The rune warriors holding battle axes sprang forward and in mere moments, a vast swath of Ratmen who couldn't escape was cut down—as if a hurricane that felled wheat!

The bloody massacre lasted for a full ten minutes.

When the rune's glow faded from the rune battleaxe, the neatly arrayed Dwarf Heavy Infantry had already marched out with orderly steps from the forcibly opened mine shaft.

They were like a steel torrent rolling through the mine shaft, each step filled with the clang of metal impacts, exuding a suffocating sense of dominance.

Though they weren't Transcendents, these Dwarves had absolute confidence that even Gold Level Ratmen charging into their formation would be chopped into mincemeat by their axes!

Under the blessing of the Ancestor Rune, they were invincible!

The Clan Rat Centurion rushing for reinforcements was so scared by this scene that his soul flew away in fright, turning to flee into a burrow only to collide with a lead-gray curtain wall!

"Damn it!" He screamed and cursed, turning back in horror to see the Dwarf Priests raising their warhammers to cast spells.

It's Dwarf Alchemy!

They had anticipated his attempt to escape!

Seeing no place to hide, the Clan Rat Centurion let out a piercing shriek, drew two daggers glowing dark green, and charged like a hurricane towards the Dwarves' direction!

Even if he were to die—

He wanted to drag two down with him!

But unfortunately, just as he charged in front of the Dwarves' formation, he collided head-on with the face of a warhammer, his rat head smashed to pulp.

After wiping the blood and brain matter from the warhammer on the Ratman's corpse, the expressionless Dwarf Lord spat on the ground and raised his warhammer high.

"Advance! Crush these pests!"

The one-sided slaughter began.

Under the blessing of the Dwarf Priest, the full force of Dwarf elites was like a merciless harvester.

They used shields to block Ratmen's attacks, shredded enemy formations with shotguns, and finished with warhammers and axes... wherever they passed, whether Ratmen or their fortifications, were ground to dust in the face of this iron-and-fire force!

On the seventh day since the Campbell Duchy unveiled the bloody curtain in the Rat hole, the Three Races Alliance Army officially launched an all-out offensive against the Rot Clan!

In just a single day's time, the Campbell First Mountain Corps had already planted the Duchy's flag at the highest point of Burial Peak!

Staring at the flag fluttering wildly in the wind, Sir Dickbin gasped for air, his eyes wide open, his chest heaving violently.

Saint Sis above...

Edward had gone mad.

And what was even crazier was that they actually managed to capture this hill?!

Respect for the strong is a human instinct, and Sir Dickbin was unaware that as he looked at the flag, he found himself feeling a peculiar emotion in his heart.