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"That's... Karanak?"

Darkus's gaze swept across the city walls towards the vast ocean, immediately locking onto Akregon, who was currently engaged in some kind of performance art. There was no way to ignore him; this guy was currently in his pure, unadulterated, naked mode, passionately fighting on the city walls in his dragon form—he was such a conspicuous figure, impossible to ignore.

"Tsk, this fighting style is quite...unique."

Despite the distance, Darkus quickly confirmed that the unfortunate fellow being relentlessly rubbed under the claws of the Arkregon was none other than the infamous Karanak (Dreadnought).

There was no way around it; those three iconic dog heads were simply too eye-catching, seemingly lashing out at the world from three directions simultaneously, making them instantly recognizable. Even though Darkus had only heard of this person in various rumors before, he could now instantly recognize the dog's face based on that exaggerated appearance.

Karanak, as the embodiment of Khorne's vengeance, is Khorne's hunter, a demon used by the Blood God to hunt down those who offend his creed or wound his immense pride. (Introduced in Chapter 523)

Overall, it's very strong, but it depends on who the opponent is.

Darkus remembered that Karanak had appeared during the final battle of Echoes of the City, but unfortunately, he faced a more powerful version of General Kulve Taroth and was ultimately taken down by General Kulve Taroth's Hand of the Gods.

So much so that when he arrived in Echo City as part of the support force, he didn't even see Karanak's face, only smelling a faint dog scent in the residual energy aura.

Judging from the situation on the scene, the thyrehound encountered the Arkregon, which had been lying in wait, as soon as it rushed out of the portal, staging a chaotic limited edition of a door-opening delivery and community charity.

The Chaos Demon's pride was meaningless at that moment, as it was directly taught a lesson by the Red Dragon.

In terms of size, compared to the massive red dragon Akregon, the three-headed dog Karanak looks like a Chihuahua barking at a Tibetan Mastiff. It has a lot of presence, but its actual output is almost negligible.

Especially since the three heads were currently crawling under the dragon's claws, biting and chewing wildly, their efforts were in vain, making Darkus feel a little embarrassed for this professional vengeful Khorne.

Darkus hadn't seen the recap, but the scene before him was already spectacular enough.

Karanak was like a mischievous puppy being pinched by the scruff of its neck, held firmly in mid-air by Akregon's massive claws. Its three heads were desperately and angrily gnawing around; the more it struggled, the more pitiful it looked, and the more it howled, the more it resembled a naughty husky caught red-handed.

Just then, Akregon, who was half-crouching, suddenly did a perfect spinning top in place. His huge dragon body circled around with a whooshing sound, and his long and powerful dragon tail swept out like bowling balls, knocking the few vampires that had just peeked out of the portal all over the place.

After circling around, Akregon began a new round of operations. He swung his left forepaw and, like a mortar and pestle, unleashed a barrage of punches on the three dog heads. Each powerful punch made the air tremble.

Then he swung his arm and hurled the dazed Karanak toward the vast ocean.

call out--

With a piercing whooshing sound, the three-headed dog was thrown out like a long-range projectile, tracing an exceptionally beautiful parabola in the air—a true marvel of physics—before plummeting rapidly toward the sea.

This smooth and effortless maneuver suddenly sparked a question in Darkus's mind.

"By the way... does this Khorne hound have the swimming skills of a regular dog?"

He frowned slightly, paused for a second, and then slowly rubbed his forehead.

"He's Khorne's vengeful incarnation, isn't this a bit disrespectful?"

This has created a huge grudge, and Akregun will probably be permanently placed at the top of Karanak's kill list.

However, it's not a big problem. Unless Khorne installs a flight module on his dog, how is this three-headed dog supposed to chase down a flying dragon? Is he supposed to ambush Arkregon while it's dozing off and break out of the portal?

The thought of that scene is just ridiculous...

Unfortunately, due to an obstructed view, Darkus missed the spectacular moment when Karanak plunged into the sea. Having missed an epic dog-paddle performance, he shook his head regretfully and then turned his gaze towards the city walls on the side of the city facing the vast ocean.

This sudden invasion of chaos seems to be staging different farces in every corner. Every place is noisy and chaotic, yet it is so absurd that one doesn't know which side to worry about first.

On another section of the city wall, Agatagu also entered a bold, naked mode.

At first, Darkus thought Agatagu was more composed than Acregun, but when he magnified the image through his monocular device, he immediately overturned this naive idea.

The moment the image zoomed in, Agatagu's state resembled a manic episode.

"No! This isn't just 'steady,' it's going straight into berserk mode!"

A hideous wound was clearly visible above Agatagu's left eye, as if it had been slashed by something. The scales were torn open, the flesh was turned inside out, and dragon blood was winding down his cheek and jaw, splashing out fine droplets in the wind, a horrifying sight.

The wound completely enraged the red dragon, making him seem like a fuse had been lit.

Darkus's judgment was absolutely correct: when Agatagu was blocking the door, he was caught off guard by a skull magic cannon that was suddenly fired from the portal! It almost made a firework explode in Agatagu's eye socket. Luckily, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have become a one-eyed dragon at best, or even had his dragon brain explode on the spot.

This cold shot completely ignited Agatagu's fiery temper. After unlocking the Naked Mode and Berserk Mode, he decisively activated the third mode—Forging Mode!
Since cannonballs can be fired out of the door... then dragon breath can certainly be pushed back in!
Agatagu thought this way and did this without hesitation, giving no chance for the area behind the portal to react.

The massive red dragon lowered its body, crouching on the ground like a furious cat, its muscles taut so much that even its scales bulged slightly. It took a deep breath, its chest expanding as if a furnace were in operation. Its mouth opened slightly, locking onto the center of the teleportation portal.

The next second, scorching dragon breath gushed out like a high-pressure fire hose, and blazing red-gold pillars of fire, carrying waves of heat that distorted the air, continuously poured into the fluctuating portal.

The demons had barely poked their heads out when they were swarmed with dragon breath, screams erupting one after another, and the sounds of melting metal, charred flesh, and cracking bones could be heard from behind the door.

Agatagu would even swing his dragon head from side to side from time to time to ensure that his dragon breath covered every corner like a flame cutting machine, treating the portal as an oven and the demons as barbecue ingredients being turned over.

Unfortunately, due to the obstructed view, Darkus could not appreciate the specific results of Agataguna's interdimensional barbecue, but just from the intermittent shrieks and the smell of burning, he could tell that things were definitely not peaceful inside.

However, he was also well aware that the Khorne demons had extremely high resistance to fire. After all, those demons had lived for many years on the bloody wasteland filled with molten lava and sulfur, and had long been smoked into tough, old flesh.

But that didn't stop Agatagu from venting his anger.

The teleportation portals on the city walls were far more numerous than the two guarded by the Agatagu brothers; they were densely distributed along the long war zone, like eerie, beating hearts, continuously spewing chaotic pus and fury into the mortal world.

Although the Allied forces did have the advantage in the overall battle, this advantage was bought with extremely heavy sacrifices and was forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This was almost a predetermined outcome; there was no room for luck or miracles in skipping class.

At the infantry level, the individual strength of the Vampire is undeniable.

Those monsters seemed to possess inexhaustible stamina, each step they took like a heavy hammer slamming into the earth. What was even more troublesome was their bizarre combat mechanics. Once the giant sword completed its killing spree and triggered its bloodlust effect... that power, which should never have existed in the mortal world, would instantly surge, transforming into a true meat grinder, tearing terrifying bloody grooves into the front lines.

Dakos let out a heavy sigh, a sigh that contained helplessness, exhaustion, and a clear understanding of the situation.

In the eternal war against Chaos, the mortal faction is always at an inherent disadvantage. No matter how impressive the exchange ratio may be, from a strategic perspective, it is always the mortal side that suffers the loss.

The reason is as simple as it gets.

It's the cruelest thing ever.

Every warrior who dares to face the demon is an elite soldier. Their fall is a true and permanent loss. The resources and time required from birth and training to forming combat capability are enormous and irreplaceable.

They are living beings, individuals with families, bloodlines, memories, and stories.

And what about the demons?

As long as energy remains, they can be reborn indefinitely. Death is merely a temporary reckoning for them, not an end, but simply a restart after a single breath.

The lizardmen were bled to death like that, in Echo City...

Even with a miraculous achievement of zero casualties, the loss of resources was real. Arrows, medicines, ammunition, equipment... these consumptions devoured the mortal world's reserves like a bottomless pit.

Moreover, zero casualties is simply a pipe dream.

Every new scar, every extinguished flame of life, silently testifies to the cruel nature of this eternal war.

Therefore, the best solution is to prevent these demons from appearing in the mortal world.

On the west side of Lorthorn, "Terrible" Malatex accomplished what the fire dragon had failed to do half an hour earlier.

This massive, Emperor-class doomsday fire dragon hovered steadily in the low sky, its flight path and posture remarkably similar to the slow, despair-inducing spiraling maneuvers of the AC-130 gunship. It functioned as a heavy firepower platform suspended in the air, its explosive bombs falling with deadly precision, relentlessly and efficiently eliminating the portals on the ground that continued to spew demons.

Each explosion signifies that a threat in a region has been temporarily suppressed, and that a defensive line on the verge of collapse can finally catch its breath.

Maratex's presence greatly alleviated the defensive pressure on the ground troops, transforming what was originally a bloodbath into a relatively controllable defensive operation. He was like a boulder that suddenly appeared, finally stabilizing the previously despairing screams on the front lines.

Ashdaron and Calledal, no longer needing to provide air cover for Maratex, each opted for ground support that best suited their strengths.

The pitch-black Ashdaron, like a patient grim reaper, lay prostrate atop the warehouse. His menacing head hung low, and a destructive dragon breath brewed in his throat. The air vibrated subtly beneath his jaws, and even the wind dared not approach.

He didn't rush to unleash his firepower, but rather acted like a precise sniper—steady, cold, and ruthless. He patiently observed every breath of the battle, and only unleashed his deadly breath when the energy fluctuations of a portal intensified, attempting to unleash a large number of demons, or when a particularly troublesome target appeared.

In that instant, it was as if a silent trigger had been pulled. Then, the dragon's breath, like a high-pressure water gun, continuously washed over the portal and its surrounding area, burning the ground into charred and twisted marks, effectively suppressing and interrupting the rhythm of the demons' outflow.

As the dragon's breath disappeared, the surrounding ballista positions and the low-flying raiding ships followed closely behind, unleashing a torrential downpour of firepower that accurately reaped the enemies who still had any remaining will to struggle.

Calledal, on the other hand, displayed a completely different fighting style.

With her unparalleled agility, she moved like a ghost between high points of different buildings, raiding fleets, and flying creatures, making brief stops at high speeds.

She doesn't pursue continuous suppression, but rather engages in efficient guerrilla hunting. Her breath is hotter and more explosive, often a short but fierce burst of fire. Each breath is like a precise surgical operation, specifically targeting large demons that are about to take shape or small groups of demons that are trying to gather.

After exhaling, she immediately moved on, the wind rising from her feet being whipped into a spiral-like afterimage as she rushed to the next location, just as she was carrying targets and was in a hurry to complete her KPIs.

Sky and ground, firepower and mobility, sustained and explosive power, are perfectly combined on the western side of Lorthen.

Heavy-duty meat grinders and highly mobile hunters mesh seamlessly like gears.

With overwhelming force and skillful teamwork, they wove a deadly net in the West District, firmly confining the invasion of chaos to a certain area.

After confirming that there were no problems with the west side of the lagoon and the city walls, Dakos looked towards the city.

The battle space in the city was divided into three layers, which were distinct, chaotic yet orderly.

At the bottom level are the infantry on the ground, in the middle level are the raiding ships that hover at low altitudes and the giant eagles that tow the Skybreaker, and at the top level are the flying creatures that fight against the raging demons.

He saw Azsarian riding Stormwing, wielding his spear, thrusting left and right, his entire being like a spear forged from the wind. Not far from Azsarian was Tichtator, who, as usual, used his typical lizardman-like bad habits to maneuver and toy with the raging monsters, jumping up and down, left and right, completely controlling the raging monsters like kites with their souls ripped out.

As he watched, he laughed, trying to find humor in his predicament.

He had just seen several Nurgle portals appear in the air. Those green, nauseatingly translucent doors, capable of suffocating an entire layer of air, bulged as if about to burst open, but remained in a semi-formed state; the demons were nowhere to be seen. Finally, like a weak fart that had been held back for ages, the portals gave a feeble tremor and vanished.

This scene even made him wonder if Grandpa Nurgle was trying to airdrop bio-waste, only to have it blown back by the wind.

But he knew that wasn't actually the case.

The Duruch Army stationed in Lorthorn consists of units from episodes one and ten. In addition, there is the "Red Dragon" Legion commanded by the brothers Agatagu and Akregon.

The defense zones of the two army groups and the Red Dragon Army were clearly divided: the First Guards Army Group guarded the west side of the lagoon, the Tenth Army Group guarded the east side of the lagoon, while the Red Dragon Army and a part of the Sea Guards guarded the city walls near the vast ocean.

The portals that appeared on the west side of the lagoon and on the city walls belonged to the Khorne faction, and the First Guard Army and the Red Dragon Legion were the elite of the elite, which was exactly what Khorne wanted.

Blood God's favorite thing is to grind his teeth on hard bones.

The eastern side of the lagoon, which is the urban area, seems to be occupied by Slaanesh.
Anyway, Darkus didn't see any other forces.
this means……

A Nurgle portal spawned inside the Vault?
The wounded, civilians, passageways, and air supply equipment—every breath, every drop of blood, and every groan from these mortal beings exudes the life-giving, putrid products that Nerghana craves most.

This is exactly what Negro wants.

It's truly disgusting that a place like this opens the door to the most unclean—it's utterly repulsive.

Or rather, the Grudge faction was originally supposed to come, but...

Darkus thought it was possible that Tzeentch had stood him up and gone off to cause trouble for Nurgle. As for how he figured it out... the Nurgle portal appeared and disappeared, and he never saw any Tzeentch-type power.

It should be noted that, among the Four Gods' infantry, Darkus was inferior to the Vampires.

There's no other reason than that vampires are truly formidable fighters.

The lustful demon, the plague carrier, and the fear demon... it's hard to say. They're not strong, but they all have their own unconventional and disgusting mechanisms.

As for air units, the strongest is definitely the Tzeentch type, with Flamewaker, Screaming Shark, and Shapeshifter already established. Next is the Nurgle type? The Nurgle type has a large number of well-fed Flies, while the Khorne type only has Felhunter and Bloodlust that can fly.

Of course, no matter what, in the air force, the worst is definitely the Slaanesh, that's for sure.

In Darkus's mind, fire demons were disgusting. They moved at incredible speed, releasing energy from their mushroom-shaped "skirts" to propel themselves at breakneck speed. They could leap and dart through the air, their movements unpredictable and erratic, like a swarm of frantic flying fleas.

The fire demon will use its blazing arms to hurl magical fire arrows at its enemies; these are not real flames, but rather the compression and folding of energy at different levels of reality.

These flames do not burn, but they distort reality, and the area around the flames themselves is also distorted, making them difficult to target with ranged magic.

The spellcaster is incredibly annoying when facing a Fire Elemental.

However, this crucial force has yet to appear, allowing the elven spellcasters to freely engage ground targets instead of dancing a distorted dance with fire demons in the air.

In summary, Chaos had no air superiority, while the Elf side firmly held the aerial advantage.

This is also the reason why the Pokémon have the advantage in the battle.

"God's Chosen..."

After muttering something, Darkus glanced at Malekith, and seeing that Malekith's eyes were still closed, he looked at the three red dragon combat teams waiting not far away.

(End of Chapter)