Chapter 1612: 976: Roar, Adventurers! Rampage, Dungeons! (Ten-Thousand-Word - ) (Part 2)

Seeing the countless powerful Demon Clan, even the bemused reinforcements should have realized by now. They quickly organized their formation to attempt a counterattack, and started a bloody fight with these twisted monsters. The reinforcements rushing from all directions had their own Demon Clan to fight. They were everywhere, nowhere could they not be found.

Ordinary soldiers couldn’t last a single round against the Demon Clan, whose bodies were enhanced beyond reason. Forming a formation only helped them hold out a bit longer. Only those at the Knight level could engage them, and even a small mistake could lead to bloodshed without the chance for remedy.

Among the reinforcements, there were those who returned from training inside Sain Dungeon. Their performance was commendable; however, amidst the extremely chaotic battlefield, there were also those who couldn’t even display their strength and died on the spot.

They were caught off guard, even if they began to make amends now, it resulted in an irrecoverable loss of combat power.

From a God’s perspective, this was simply a one-sided slaughter.

"Too fast, too fast, slow down a bit for me."

Edgar was constantly complaining at the rear.

"We..." Hevi slammed his fist on the city wall brick, with no longer the threads of Holy Light emerging from his head, shouting like a declaration to the entire army and also to himself: "We must go to their aid!"

Watching his brothers and sisters die while he cowered inside paper-thin walls?

This is the thinking of a waste!

However, his words did not evoke a resonance among the soldiers.

Hevi turned his head in bewilderment and saw that the soldiers who were previously calling for unyielding battle had faces pale with fear, huddled on the ground shivering. These were no longer soldiers, but trembling chunks of meat!

A small number of Knights, strong enough to maintain mental clarity, looked at him too, showing bewildered expressions, wondering what could be done with just them?

Despair.

The atmosphere of despair enveloped the sky over Hepa Town.

Along with the black clouds pressing down from the Alliance, they had completely submerged this sky, leaving not a sliver of sunlight able to penetrate the cloud layer.

"Buzz——"

A bizarre buzzing, suddenly transmitted into everyone’s ears at this oppressive moment.

This sound seemed to carry a peculiar magic power, and the soldiers crouched on the ground, shivering in fear, suddenly had clarity in their eyes, appearing to have overcome the influence of fear.

No, they not only overcame fear, their eyes became fierce, savage, and vicious, their momentum rapidly on the path to becoming Berserkers.

The next moment, the soldiers roared furiously:

"Damn it, do those mere Demon Clan think they can scare us? What a joke!"

"Charge! I want to charge!"

"Kill them! Plunder them!"

Even Hevi couldn’t help being affected, feeling his own emotions getting irritable.

"Sorry, the newly researched Magic Tools haven’t been fully tested yet, the effect seems to be too strong."

At this moment, the voice of Magic Professor Turci came into their ears.

Hevi and the people around him raised their heads in astonishment, only to see the figures of three Magic Masters.

"Don’t worry, this is my modified Magic Horn based on the Library Tower Horn, it enhances combat spirit. Lowering the power a bit can eliminate your berserk state."

Turci lowered the power of the Magic Horn in his hand, and those soldiers who were shouting "kill, kill, kill" earlier suddenly returned to normal, though still appearing somewhat invigorated.

From Vienma’s skirt robe extended numerous green vines into the ground, causing the earth to tremble, and countless vines as thick as giant trees erupted from the ground, reinforcing the crumbling city walls.

Hades crystallized the vines and city walls together.

An extraordinarily rare crystal fortress appeared.

The two were somewhat breathless after they finished, while the surrounding people, in awe, marveled at this miraculous scene as only magic could accomplish such an outrageous feat.

"Master, aren’t you going to take refuge?" Hevi hurriedly asked.

"I can take shelter at any time, but before that, I want to test my new invention. Isn’t this the perfect opportunity?" Turci shrugged, "I’ll help you now."

"She’s just embarrassed to admit she wants to help you." Vienma immediately interjected, but disappointingly, the former only smiled slightly, skipping the anticipated banter session.

"This...."

Hevi fell silent for a moment, revealing a deeply moved expression.

At this moment, a call from another force suddenly echoed from the nearby square.

"Appearing before you are the bastard Demon Clan. Do you want to shiver under their claws, to hide in houses like cowards?"

"Don’t want to? Perfect! Anyway, we can’t enter the Dungeon, can’t escape, everyone grab your gear and fight the Demon Clan!"

The adventurers who had fled into the shelter buildings earlier spontaneously charged out, gathering in the square, only numbering a few hundred but exuding an exceptionally spirited essence.

"See, you’re not fighting alone." Turci pointed over there and said.

This was not the end.

The Teleportation Gate of Sain Dungeon suddenly rippled, and a fiercely determined adventurer rushed out, shouting: "Where are the Demon Clan, I’m going to slaughter their families!"

Before he could finish his impassioned speech, a grey giant wolf charging out from behind knocked into him, and Dal, on the wolf’s back, extended a hand to him, saying: "Are you okay?"