I ascend to the throne of God with arcane magic.

Chapter 868 The Battle in the Dungeon
Deep within that dark underground city, a thrilling battle is taking place.

A deafening roar came from afar, as if it were a howl from hell.

Immediately afterwards, a group of enormous, menacing minotaurs, wielding gleaming giant axes, charged suddenly from behind the abyssal beasts like an unstoppable torrent of steel.

These hundreds of minotaurs were all burly and muscular, seemingly a perfect combination of strength and beauty.

Their skin was bronze, shimmering with a metallic sheen, and the huge, curved horns on their heads, like sharp scimitars, emitted a chilling light.

The giant axes they wielded had broad, heavy blades and thick, sturdy handles, each seemingly containing boundless power.

It was clear that these minotaur warriors were extremely elite.

When they charged together, the scene was absolutely spectacular.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each step carrying an overwhelming momentum, as if they were about to crush the entire underground city.

The sound of the ground collapsing was like muffled thunder or the beating of war drums, seemingly permeating every inch of this underground city and causing the entire city to tremble.

Its power was extremely terrifying, transforming into a black radiance that enveloped all the minotaurs, as if the Grim Reaper had descended to devour all living beings.

This appears to be some kind of special battle formation charge by the Tauren!
The crazed abyssal beasts showed no fear or retreat in the face of the minotaur's thunderous charge.

They had lost their ability to discern danger, their bloodshot eyes glaring as they let out chilling roars.

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it were a call from hell.

Like a horde of out-of-control demons, they charged straight at the minotaur with a speed that was dazzling to behold.

At the moment of collision, time seemed to freeze.

boom! boom! boom!
A deafening crash was heard.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of blood mist erupted from the spot where the minotaurs and the abyssal beasts collided.

The blood mist filled the air, carrying a pungent, bloody smell.

The taste was nauseating, but no one cared.

The minotaurs charged with immense power, like cannonballs launched from a gun, crashing headlong into the abyssal beasts.

The abyssal beasts that crashed into them had no chance to resist; their bodies shattered instantly like fragile glass under the minotaur's immense force.

Some monsters were cleaved in two by the giant axe, their internal organs and blood splattered all over the ground.

Some monsters were tossed about by the minotaurs' horns, flying through the air in bloody arcs before crashing heavily to the ground, never to rise again.

However, there are far too many abyssal monsters appearing here.

They surged in from all directions like a tide, tightly surrounding the Minotaur.

Despite the minotaurs' incredible bravery, each swing of their axes claiming the lives of several monsters, their accumulated black aura from charging into the endless army of monsters was gradually being depleted.

The deaths of countless monsters also exhausted the minotaurs' momentum, and their pace gradually slowed down, their steps becoming somewhat heavy.

At this moment, the two sides began to engage in close combat.

Although the minotaurs were exhausted, their eyes were still filled with determination and resolve.

They gripped their giant axes tightly, concentrating all their strength into the blades.

The abyssal beasts pounced even more frantically, opening their blood-red maws to reveal sharp teeth, attempting to tear the minotaurs to shreds.

The minotaurs' giant axes slammed down on the abyssal beasts, each strike carrying immense force.

Some monsters were struck on the head by the giant axe, their skulls instantly bursting open, brain matter and blood splattering everywhere.

Some of the monsters were hit, the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings.

The abyssal beasts were not to be outdone; they clawed at the minotaur's body with their sharp claws and bit at his limbs with their sharp teeth.

Wounds soon appeared on the minotaurs' bodies, staining them with blood, but they gritted their teeth and persevered, showing no sign of retreating.

The appearance of the minotaurs attracted the attention of many abyssal monsters that were preparing to attack Hearthfire, greatly relieving the pressure faced by Hearthfire.

Upon seeing this, the dwarves immediately organized a counter-offensive, attempting to drive the abyssal beasts back across the lava river from beneath the walls of Hearthfire.

However, the minotaurs and dwarves still face immense pressure.

They had no idea where these frenzied and fearless abyssal beasts came from.

This is unbelievable!
As the battle progressed, the stamina of the minotaurs and dwarf warriors began to wane, and the situation became increasingly dangerous.

The entire underground city seemed to have turned into a giant meat grinder, and the battle with the abyssal monsters filled every inch of space with a pungent smell of blood and a chilling killing intent.

Although the minotaurs were brave and fearless, each swing of their giant axes brought forth a shower of blood, the number of abyssal monsters was simply too great, seemingly endless.

They kept emerging from the dark corners, tightly entangled the minotaurs and dwarf warriors, gradually halting their charge and plunging them into a difficult and arduous battle.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, and the minotaurs and dwarf warriors were gradually becoming exhausted, a strange and noisy sound suddenly came from behind the minotaurs.

The sound disrupted the original rhythm of the battlefield, causing all the creatures fighting to pause in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, a new group appeared in everyone's view. However, compared to the burly and imposing minotaurs, this group seemed somewhat strange.

This is a team made up of goblins!
The goblins were short in stature, and compared to the tall and mighty minotaurs and the ferocious and brutal abyssal beasts, they were like a group of tiny ants.

However, at this moment, these tiny goblins are controlling golems billowing with black smoke, marching proudly and arrogantly towards the battlefield.

The black smoke filled the air, carrying a pungent odor, as if the breath of death was spreading.

Goblins ride golems of many different types, each with its own unique characteristics and terrifying power.

Some of the golems were extremely tall, reaching several meters in height, resembling a moving small mountain.

They charged toward the monster with heavy, powerful strides, thundering and roaring.

With each step they took, the ground trembled, as if the entire underground city was about to collapse under their weight.

The abyssal beasts that blocked their way were instantly smashed to pieces by their enormous bodies, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Some golems resembled mobile turrets, silently waiting behind everyone, like silent death itself.

These golems were equipped with all sorts of bizarre weapons and kept bombarding the abyssal monsters.

Beams of scorching light shot from their cannons, like the scythe of death, instantly piercing the bodies of the monsters. Sparking shells flew towards the horde with sharp whistles, the shockwaves from their explosions sending surrounding monsters flying.

With the addition of this new force, the previously stalemate on the battlefield began to subtly change.

The minotaurs, who had been suppressed by the abyssal beasts, seemed to have been infused with boundless power again.

They let out a deafening roar, brandished their giant axes, and launched another fierce charge against the monster.

Meanwhile, the goblins controlled the golems, providing powerful firepower support to the minotaurs from the rear.

Although they were short in stature, their eyes revealed a cunning and decisiveness. The joysticks in their hands spun rapidly under their nimble fingers, allowing the golems to unleash their maximum power.

Goblin Groom turned the joystick in his hand and shouted:
"Haha! Look at my Iron Fist Beast!"

"Those monsters' heads were like overripe pumpkins, one punch each, easy and enjoyable! This power is even more intoxicating than our goblin's strongest liquor!"

"Tch, Groom, what's that?"

"Look at my Stormwing, it flies so fast that in the blink of an eye, it can char them to a crisp, leaving them no chance to escape!"

"This is true speed and passion!"

Brink, the goblin, pushed up his goggles and said with a disdainful sneer.

"Stop arguing, both of you! Take a look at my Lava Cannon!"

"Whoosh! With one shot, these monsters have no chance of escaping my firepower! This power is simply the wrath of nature, hahaha!"

Zizik laughed loudly.

Normally, it would be very difficult to control these golems, but this time the Grand Elder allowed them to control them to come and provide support, so the goblins naturally wanted to have a great time.

Unlike the cheerful goblins, the minotaurs and dwarves were not talkative, but worked together in perfect harmony to slaughter the monsters in front of them.

The minotaurs, dwarves, and goblins joined forces, creating an unstoppable force.

Like a surging tide, they relentlessly assaulted the abyssal beasts' defenses. The abyssal beasts fell one after another under their attacks, their blood staining the entire battlefield crimson.

Every moment, countless monsters died, their corpses piling up like mountains, emitting a nauseating stench.

However, the abyssal monsters do not seem to intend to give up easily.

They let out deafening roars, attempting to organize an effective counterattack.

But their counterattacks seemed so powerless under the powerful offensive of this three-way coalition.

Just then, the abyssal beasts seemed to receive some kind of order.

They, who had been resisting fiercely, turned around in unison and rushed into the depths of the underground city like a tide.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like those of a rigorously trained army.

The speed was so fast that no one had time to react.

In the blink of an eye, the once densely packed horde of monsters vanished into the darkness, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and lingering smoke.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and the burnt smell of the golem's remaining black smoke, making people want to vomit.

On the ground, the corpses of the abyssal monsters and the three-way allied forces lay scattered, their blood pooling into winding streams that flowed slowly.

The monster's mangled limbs were scattered everywhere, some cleaved in two by giant axes, others shattered by cannonballs, with its internal organs and bits of flesh strewn about.

The ground was covered with traces of battle, deep claw marks and axe marks crisscrossing the surface, as if they were marks etched by death.

The once solid stone wall developed large cracks during the violent collision, and flowing magma could be faintly seen, posing a constant risk of collapse.

The minotaurs and dwarves were cleaning up the battlefield, gathering the bones of fallen warriors, and scavenging the disgusting flesh and blood of the abyssal beasts.

At the same time, many infiltrators were dispatched to the direction in which the abyssal monsters had retreated, in order to prevent those monsters from returning to attack.

The battlefield was littered with the remains of abyssal monsters, and the air was still thick with the pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh.

Ironskull, the dwarf leader, his body as if cast in steel, was covered in the marks of battle, his armor stained with blood. Holding a giant hammer, he strode toward the edge of the battlefield to meet the minotaur leader North and the goblin elder Jindori.

"North Brothers! Kindori!"

Iron Head's booming voice echoed across the battlefield:
"Thanks to your timely support, we won this fierce battle today. Otherwise, I'm afraid my Heart of the Furnace would have been unable to withstand the frenzied attack of these abyssal beasts!"

North's towering frame resembled a moving mountain. He patted Ironhead's broad shoulder, his voice booming like thunder:
"Brother Ironhead, you're being too polite! We should always help each other out."

"We don't know where these abyssal monsters came from, and they've already breached many castles. How can we just sit idly by?"

The goblin elder, Jindori, darted around in his cunning little eyes, stroked his long beard, and said in a shrill voice:
"That's right, that's right. We goblins also know the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'."

"These abyssal beasts won't show mercy just because we fight individually. Joining forces is the only way out."

Iron Skull nodded, his expression grave:
"These abyssal beasts are far too strange; the power of any single race is far from enough."

The Hearthstone has a pretty good relationship with the Tauren, but a rather bad one with the Goblins.

They are also the three most powerful city-states in this underground city region, and they are connected to each other.

The dwarves had suffered many losses doing business with goblins before, and they really couldn't stand these goblins.

Moreover, dwarves and goblins both provide various magical equipment and items, and they also compete with each other.

Unlike the dwarves' forging methods, the goblins also didn't know how they made those items.

Although it is somewhat unstable, there is no need to worry about its power.

However, now that the goblins have come to support Heart of the Fire, Ironskull has put the past behind him.

If we don't unite now, we'll be wiped out by the abyssal monsters!

"However, I think it would be difficult for us to completely resist those abyssal monsters with our strength."

Jin Duli rubbed his hands together and said with a smile:

“I have a guest who can help us.”

(End of this chapter)