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Chapter 231 Playing With Fire [Part 2]

Atlas, Velos, and Jorrym were finding it hard to approach the Magma Fiend, Antaraeus, because the latter was summoning Giant Fireballs left and right.

If it were only them who had pushed deep within enemy lines, they wouldn't have any problems in dealing with this kind of attack.

But, they weren't alone.

Their warriors were fighting alongside them, so they had no choice but to disperse the Giant Fireballs before they could land on their subordinates.

This also made progressing to reach the enemy General extremely difficult.

Aside from that, Arundel's Army was also employing range attacks, forcing them to go on the full defensive.

With every passing minute, more of their people died, forcing the three Kings to advance forward and force the enemies to focus on them.

The three made a beeline toward the Magma Fiend who was deep within enemy ranks.

"Velos!" Iskandar shouted.

"On it!" Velos replied and raised his axe.

As if waiting for that moment, the Barbarian King jumped in the air, smoothly landing on the Orc King's axe.

"We'll come and get to you soon." Velos roared before he spun his body twice. "Until then, do everything in your power to survive!"

Using his axe as a catapult, the Orc King sent the Barbarian King flying over Arundel's Army, all the way to where the Magma Fiend was located.

"Send me as well," Jorrym stated.

"Good!" The Orc King once again took aim, as the Troll King stepped onto his axe.

With one mighty throw, the Troll King flew over the fiendish army with his spear, sticking close to his body.

When he reached the highest point of the Orc's throw, he pointed his spear in the direction of the Magma Fiend and started to spin in the air before shooting in his enemy's location like a rocket.

Antareus was currently busy fighting against the Barbarian King, so although he saw the approach of the Troll King from the corner of his eye, he didn't have time to stop his approach.

A weapon created from the body part of a fiend was not something that the Magma Fiend could take head-on, so it resorted to use indiscriminate wide-area attacks that targeted friend and foe alike.

But the Barbarian King was a very patient person.

He knew that the moment he closed the gap between him and his enemy, he would be able to cut the Magma Fiend, and deal damage to it.

The Blade named Forneus Blade, could cut through anything.

It didn't matter if the enemy was a spirit, a creature made of gas, made of water, adamantine, or whatever.

The moment the blade hit something, it would be cut regardless of its form.

This made it one of the most dangerous weapons that Forneus had gifted the people of the Valbarra Kingdom, which granted them the means to protect themselves against calamities such as these.

However, there were other mythical weapons in the battlefield, which included the Troll King's spear.

This spear had the uncanny ability of letting its wielder fly in the direction where it was pointing at.

However, the Troll King had employed a Martial Technique, which optimized this feature.

With its tip pointing at the Magma Fiend, the Troll King spun its body, creating a tornado that shredded everything in its path.

Using the Troll King's attack as a shield, Iskadnar charged toward the Magma Fiend with a determined look on his face. Thi/s chapter is updat𝓮d by nov(e)(l)biin.co/m

Despite Antareus' desperate attempt to keep them at bay, the power of the Mythical Weapons shone through, allowing his two enemies to cross the gap between them.

While this was happening, the Fire Dragon, Herakkon, roared in anger because the Tigerkin was like a leech that had stuck on its body.

But that wasn't the reason why it was getting angry.

King Atlas, both hands equipped with a Forneus' Gauntlets, started to repeatedly punch the Fire Dragon's neck with his dominant hand and anchored himself with the other, making the latter scream in pain and anger.

Forneus' Gauntlets were one of those weapons that ignored the enemy's defense.

It was a weapon that specialized in using "vibrations".

The moment the gauntlet hits its target, it would send out powerful sound waves inside the target's body, which would rampage and attack it from within.

In short, it was a weapon that dealt True Damage regardless of what kind of enemy it was hitting.

Out of desperation, the Fire Dragon decided to take a nosedive, descending toward the ground at great speeds.

It planned to twist its body and slam its neck on the ground, crushing the pesky Tigerkin that was repeatedly hitting its neck until now.

"Hahaha! My turn!" The Ogre King, who was paying close attention to what was happening in the sky, laughed as it summoned its Bone Club and ran in the direction where the Fire Dragon was about to fall.

The Ogre King wasn't as dumb as the other Ogres, and he was truly proficient in the art of war.

It made sure to run within the Fire Dragon's blind spot, allowing it to approach it without detection.

When the Fire Dragon was about to accomplish whatever it was planning to do, the Ogre King stomped its right foot on the ground and jumped high in the air with its Bone Club ready to strike.

"Bone Breaking Smash!" The Ogre King roared as he unleashed a powerful attack, directly targeting the side of the Fire Dragon's body, changing its descent and causing it to crash on the ground.

The moment the Gomorra's attack landed, the Tigerkin King immediately jumped off from the Fire Dragon's body so that he wouldn't be affected by the Ogre King's devastating strike.

"Good job," King Atlas said as soon as he landed on the ground.

"Hahaha!" the Ogre King laughed. "Is it dead?"

Due to the dust cloud that spread in the surroundings after the Fire Dragon crashed on the ground, they were unable to confirm if their target was indeed dead.

"There's only one way to find out," King Atlas replied before running toward the dust cloud with the intention of attacking the Fire Dragon while it was still down.

Gomorra liked this plan very much, so it ran alongside the Tigerkin King, with its Bone Club ready to smash its opponent to oblivion.