The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 630 The Fall of Huangtong Pass!
The night at Huangtongguan was as dark as ink.

This massive pass, straddling the eastern gateway of the Wanren Mountains, is a masterpiece that the High Mountain Kingdom is proud of, and also a testament to the ancient alliance between humans and dwarves.

The city wall is built with red copper rock, a specialty of the Wanren Mountains. Under the moonlight, it gleams with a cold luster and looks like a chain embedded in the mountain ridge when viewed from afar.

For thousands of years, neither the hordes of cannibalistic tribes nor the encroachment of chaos could shake this formidable pass in the slightest.

The foundation of all this is the ancient barrier engraved deep within the city walls!
That was a legacy that generations of dwarven rune masters had maintained with their life's work, and was later reinforced by the most powerful spellcasters in the human world.

At that moment, the white-bearded sage stood on the city wall.

The sage was dressed in a simple grey mage's robe, his white beard braided into several plaits adorned with runic silver rings. His hands were clasped behind his back, and a kind smile graced his face, like a kind old neighbor coming for a visit.

The soldiers on the city wall quickly noticed the uninvited guest, and their expressions immediately turned serious, especially the human soldiers.

The dwarf soldiers, however, didn't react much; some even greeted the familiar old man.

Family scandals should not be aired in public.

Clearly, no one informed these allies that the Academy had raised the banner of rebellion and established the so-called "Holy Magic Kingdom."

Dolphin was smiling at them.

Just as he was about to greet the dwarves, a figure as firm as a rock suddenly stood on the city wall.

"Gunte, long time no see." Dolrich immediately turned to face the figure, his face still bearing a warm smile.

However, the figure as steadfast as a rock ignored him.

With just one glance, the greatsword, as tall as a person, appeared in his hand!

Without exchanging a single word of pleasantries, Gaunt slashed out with his sword, unleashing a sword aura imbued with the power of a demigod, sweeping across the area with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, aiming straight for Dolrich's neck.

However, the sword energy only struck a phantom.

Dolphin's figure dissipated into a faint gray mist on the spot, then reformed a few meters away, his smile unchanged.

"Tsk tsk, that's really dangerous."

Dolph's tone remained gentle, as if greeting a long-lost friend, "Gunter, what's wrong with you? This isn't like you."

Gunter didn't waste any words.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the stone slab beneath his feet suddenly cracked, as an invisible force spread outwards from him in all directions.

field--

Endless sea of ​​sand!

In an instant, the surrounding city walls, distant mountains, and sky all vanished, replaced by an endless desert!

The scorching sandstorm raged endlessly, carrying a heavy, oppressive force like a mountain. Within this realm, everything would submit to the Sword Saint's will!
Whether emperor or sage!
Dolph stood atop the sand dune, the hem of his mage robe fluttering in the strong wind, but his face showed no sign of fear.

He sighed softly.

"It seems you already know."

"You heretic who sold your soul to Chaos!" Gaunt roared, holding his greatsword horizontally before his chest. "I misjudged you, Dolph!"

"Did you misjudge me...?"

Dolph tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes completely calm.

"Why are you so sure that I am a heretic and not that empire that disregards human life?"

Gunter sneered.

"The empire treats human life like dirt... then you are worse than a beast!"

Dolph shook his head slightly, his expression filled with regret.

“You disappoint me. How can you describe a kind old man like that? I may have let some poor souls give up their lives, but they were destined to die anyway. I not only gave them new life, but also allowed them to continue living in this world in another form... and with more dignity.”

"In contrast, the empire is rife with rigid social hierarchies, corruption, and incompetence; every life there is like a lifeless maggot. Their existence is no different from their deaths... In that case, why not give their souls to more ambitious magic apprentices?"

More dignified.

I'm afraid I'll become a part of someone else's body!
Gunter pointed his greatsword at that hypocritical face and said with a mocking laugh.

"Stop pretending! Everyone knows what you did in the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains! St. Clement's Cathedral has already announced your crimes to the world! The Adventurers' Guilds of the entire continent of Os have put a bounty on you!"

"Is that so?" Doryuk smiled upon hearing this. "It seems there isn't an adventurers' guild in the Northern Wastes."

Gunter didn't reply, but just said with a cold laugh.

"You'd better use this time to think about your last words."

"If necessary, I will."

Dolphin gave him a regretful look and continued.

"However, I am curious about one thing: since you know I am an enemy of the empire, why do you still point your sword at me?"

Gunter frowned slightly, not understanding the threat in those words.

The next second, Dolph added another sentence.

"Don't forget who has been in charge of maintaining the barrier of the Brass Pass beneath your feet."

Gunter's expression finally changed.

"Are you crazy?!"

Dolphin smiled slightly.

His smile was kind and gentle, exactly the same as when he faced his students on the lecture platform at Xuebang.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I don't want to do this either, but in order to defeat the empire corrupted by arrogance... I have no choice but to feign compliance with the flames that destroy everything."

"Good luck, my old friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward as if stepping onto a soft cashmere carpet. To Gaunt's astonishment, the man vanished from his already established domain!
Gunter didn't realize how he did it, but the aura had indeed disappeared.

His expression grew serious, and Gaunt decisively dispelled the domain.

The vast sea of ​​sand receded like the tide, revealing the majestic city walls and distant mountains once more.

However, the scene that followed immediately turned the battle-hardened swordsman's face pale in an instant.

The city wall beneath his feet was crumbling!

And it wasn't just a single section that shattered; the entire pass seemed to have had its spine broken by a heavy hammer, with cracks spreading along the stone slabs beneath his feet.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks began to spread outwards in a spider web pattern, spreading along the wall and covering the entire pass in an instant!

The runes etched deep within the city walls flickered erratically, like the pupils of a drowning person's eyes widening for the last time, flashing intensely before silently extinguishing.

Apparently—

Dolphin hid something in the barrier.

He has been preparing for this day for years!
Even decades!

"Quickly! Withdraw from the city walls!" the dwarf general Salut roared, ordering his warriors to retreat from the shaky walls.

However, his roar seemed far too weak and insignificant in the face of the earth-shaking commotion.

The defenders on the city wall panicked. Some shouted, some ran away, and some were cornered by the falling debris and forced to jump from the height.

The runic cannons deployed on the city towers collapsed as the walls crumbled, some falling into the deep ravines inside the city walls, while others, along with their gunners, plunged into the rubble outside the pass.

Gunter was too late to stop it all.

Even though he possessed the power to cleave mountains in two with a single sword strike, he couldn't restore a collapsing mountain to its original state.

He could only watch helplessly as the entire section of the city wall collapsed from the middle to both sides like a giant whose spine had been removed, the dust it kicked up obscuring the sky.

"run!"

Gunter roared, and the several pale-faced dwarves around him snapped out of their daze and scrambled toward the steps inside the city wall.

He grabbed a young gunner who was still in a daze by the collar and tossed him up the steps that hadn't completely collapsed, like a chick.

Then he saw a dwarf officer pinned down by an overturned cannon, futilely digging through the rubble with his hands.

Gunter kicked away the cannon barrel that was pressing down on him, grabbed him by the back of his armor, and dragged him out.

"Can you still move your legs?"

“I can…I can move…” The dwarf officer’s voice trembled.

"Then let's get moving!"

Gunter pushed him back, then turned to face the outside of the city wall, desperately trying to save everyone he could see.

The dust gradually settled.

The scene behind the dust was even more despairing than the collapse of the city walls themselves.

It's a cannibal!

Thousands upon thousands of ogres surged from the other side of the smoke and dust, like a fleshy torrent.

They were two heads taller than humans, with skin as rough as sand, drool dripping from their mouths, and bloodthirsty ferocity on their faces.

Some carried crude bone clubs, some brandished iron hammers seized from the dwarves, and some carried nothing at all.

These freaks, with their gaping maws, either trust their teeth more or have had their already limited brains burned out by chaos.

"There's only one of him! Charge! Crush him!" roared an ogre general, swinging his warhammer forward.

They trudged over rubble and corpses, over fallen flags and scattered crossbow bolts, and charged without hesitation toward the open breach.

Gunter's greatsword swept out horizontally.

An arc of light sliced ​​through the front row of ogres!

Seven or eight ogres were cleaved in two as if by an invisible giant axe, their severed bodies flying several meters away and crashing into their companions behind them.

However, the ogres behind them didn't even glance at their fallen companions, and continued charging forward over their corpses, becoming even more bloodthirsty and ferocious.

Gunter wielded his greatsword with lightning speed!
Each of his sword strikes could take the lives of a large number of ogres, but the gaps left by the fallen were immediately filled by even more figures.

He was a demigod, not a god.

He could kill a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand, but he couldn't stop the endless tide—those bloodthirsty demons were inexhaustible.

Moreover, he had wounded soldiers who couldn't escape and artillerymen who couldn't evacuate in time behind him.

Gunter took a deep breath and, while fiercely hacking at the ogres trying to break through the defenses, fought and retreated, leading the ogres' offensive deeper into the ruins to buy time for the retreating allies.

Having narrowly escaped death, Salut looked at the ogre army swarming over the ruins like locusts, and the expression on his face could no longer be described as mere fear.

His beard trembled, and after a long while, he spoke in a desperate voice.

"how so……"

Gunter did not answer.

He stared silently at the open gap, his greatsword resting on the rubble at his feet, the blade still dripping with the ogre's black blood.

The firelight illuminated his dust-covered face, and his eyes held an unprecedented solemnity.

This impregnable pass.

It finally broke...

……

On the other side, three miles south of the town of Montluçon.

Three mages in robes stood on a snow-covered clearing, their robes embroidered with the emblem of the Source School.

One of the men and one of the women were chanting spells in a standard posture, their wands emitting a dark red light.

The tall, thin middle-aged mage who was in the lead stood in front of the magic circle, acting as the anchor.

As the incantation progressed, a scarlet rift suddenly appeared in the void!
The crack expanded rapidly, eventually transforming into a portal about three meters high!

Dark red flames burned along the edge of the portal, beyond which lay a world shrouded in sand and dust, with the outline of a stone gate faintly visible.

A moment later, the first ogre emerged from the door.

Then came the second one, the third one...

One after another, ogres stepped through the portal and arrived on the land of the Kingdom of Lion. They greedily breathed in the damp, cold air, their scarred faces displaying expressions of ecstasy.

It smells like a human!
The dryness and heat of the dimensional desert are their birth curse, while this damp land, though colder, can still be called paradise for them.

Immediately, pairs of greedy eyes turned to the brightly lit town not far away.

The tall, thin middle-aged magician was secretly delighted and filled with admiration.

"As expected of the Great Sage, the Bronze Gate has truly been opened!"

The significance of Brass Pass lies not only in its physical barrier against the invasion of the ogre army, but also in its role as a barrier sealing off the subspace, preventing the ogres in the dimensional desert from infiltrating the heart of the continent of Os through teleportation magic or rituals.

Suppressing his elation, the middle-aged mage stepped forward and spoke in a commanding tone.

"Go, ogre, attack that town, leave no survivors!"

The ogre leader turned around upon hearing the sound.

It was a giant ogre that was at least three meters tall, with shoulders wider than a door frame, and a red tribal totem tattooed on the left side of its face.

He tilted his head and sized up the human in front of him, who was half his height, and grinned with a smile full of yellow teeth.

Suddenly, he reached out his right hand and grabbed the magician's head.

The middle-aged magician had no time to react before a sharp pain shot through his head, which then exploded like a crushed egg.

"Duogen doesn't like being ordered around."

The ogre leader flicked the blood off his hands, his gruff voice echoing across the snow, "Especially dislikes being ordered around by grumbling mages!"

The remaining two mages instantly lost all color in their faces.

The female mage reacted first, drawing her wand and firing a barrage of elemental magic bullets at the multiple ogre leaders. The male mage followed closely, unleashing blinding lightning that whipped towards them like a lash!
Two beams of light struck Duogen's chest simultaneously.

Then, it vanished like a match falling into the sea.

Duo Gen looked down at his chest, which wasn't even marked, then looked up at the two terrified human mages and laughed even harder.

He raised his calloused right hand and shouted to the tribespeople behind him.

"Guys! Time for extra food!"

"Ooooh!!" the ogre roared excitedly, and the goblins following at its feet also shouted excitedly.

Unsurprisingly, the shout alerted the nearby town, causing the church in the town center to ring its alarm bells.

Duo Gen licked his lips, but showed no fear, instead bursting into wild laughter.

Just right.

Let those humans gather together, so he doesn't have to search for them one by one.

Just as the two mages were retreating in despair, an elegant voice suddenly came from above.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be laughing right now."

Many roots quickly rose up.

Under the moonlight, a young human man was suspended in mid-air.

Her dark purple hair fluttered slightly in the cold wind, and her deep purple pupils looked down at him as if they were looking at a group of grasshoppers.

The pupils of the multiple pupils constricted slightly.

His fighting instincts told him that this guy was not easy to deal with, but his bloodlust overcame his fear.

"Take my weapon!" he roared, waving his large hand aside. The ogre standing next to him immediately handed him a bone club thicker than a tree trunk.

Duo Gen caught it and threw the large club into the air with force. The club, accompanied by a whistling sound, swung towards the mage in mid-air, but turned into bone dust the instant it was about to make contact.

Duogen stared wide-eyed, thinking he had misread it.

However, before he could reach out to his brother, he felt a chill on his neck, followed by a crimson line of blood running along the cold path.

what happened?
Before Duogen could even figure out what was happening, the enormous head had already flipped twice in the air before crashing headfirst into the snow.

The person who made the move was standing ten meters away.

Sarah held a short sword in her right hand and twirled a dagger in her left, her maid's skirt swaying gently in the night breeze.

Her expression was calm and composed, her amber pupils gleaming faintly gold in the moonlight, as if she had done something insignificant.

Indeed, that was true for her.

Luo Yan smiled, his right hand flashing with a pale red magical light, which also flickered beneath Sarah's skirt.

The two magicians were completely terrified. Especially when they looked up and saw the figure floating in the air, and that face that was all too familiar!

Prince Colin!

Their legs went weak.

Luo Yan glanced at the two of them, then looked away and his gaze fell on the group of ogres who were in a brief state of chaos due to their leader's sudden death.

"What about you? Are you going to do it yourselves, or should I help you?"

This statement enraged the cannibals.

They roared and instinctively threw their weapons into the air.

"Discard your weapons." Luo Yan playfully uttered a non-existent incantation, complementing the ogres' performance art.

Then, in the next second, invisible wind blades flashed, slicing all the clubs thrown at him into dust.

The cannibals were dumbfounded and rushed to find nearby tree trunks to make new weapons on the spot.

Just then, a silver light shot out like lightning, following Sarah and charging into the ogre's ranks!

The newcomer was none other than Eileen!
The Light of Praise shone brilliantly in her hands, each swing of the sword creating a dazzling arc of light.

Wherever the scorching sword energy passed, the ogre's prized magic resistance became utterly useless. Its rough skin was cleanly severed, and even the spurting blood was scalded into steam!

"Awooo—!" The ogre let out a painful howl, collapsing to the ground before it could even see its opponent's face.

Theresa followed closely behind, brandishing her knight's longsword as she weaved among the ogres.

Although her attacks were not as swift as Eileen's, her swordsmanship was just as fierce, with each move aimed straight for the vital points, never wasting any unnecessary movements!

"Your Highness, watch out on the left!" Theresa shouted to Eileen as she slashed down a charging ogre.

"I see!"

Eileen dodged a tree trunk that was about to smash into her head, and with a backhand slash, she cut the ogre in two, tree and arm, together!
On the other side of the array, Ophelia raised her wand.

The golden Throne Feathers unfurled their wings under the moonlight, and the power sealed within the sapphire transformed into streaks of icy blue light, converging at the tip of her wand.

"Frost, heed my call! Transform into the sharpest blades and swords to pierce through my enemies!"

As Ophelia chanted the spell, a sudden blizzard arose.

Ice spikes the size of cartwheels materialized out of thin air and rained down like a storm. Each spike contained enough power to pierce through city walls, and when they struck the ogres, they tore flesh and blood apart!
With just one volley, dozens of ogres fell in pools of blood.

This was a battle with no suspense whatsoever.

Five hundred ogres were like five hundred wild boars that had strayed into a hunting ground before them; there was no other outcome but slaughter.

It's just a pity about those goblins who sneaked in from behind the portal.

They came along with the ogres to get some cheap loot, but instead of getting any, they ended up getting the free loot themselves...

……

After the battle ended.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh, and the ground was littered with the corpses of ogres and the slowly melting remnants of ice spikes.

The ice spikes summoned by magic don't last long; they'll dissipate after a while.

Two young magicians knelt in the snow, their faces pale and their lips trembling like leaves.

Luo Yan looked down at them, his tone gentle, but there was a chilling undertone to it.

"I think you should tell me what exactly happened."

"I...I don't know..." the male mage stammered.

“Our mentor ordered us to do it,” the female mage followed up, her voice trembling. “We were just following orders…”

Luo Yan frowned slightly.

How many people like you are there?

The female magician bit her lip and answered in a low voice.

"There were about ten groups that set off with us."

Ten groups.

In other words, at least nine more Chaos Gates are being opened somewhere in the Kingdom of Lion, and behind each gate lies the countless ogre tribes of the Dimensional Desert.

Without a doubt—

This was an organized and premeditated invasion!
Luo Yan fell into thought.

Ophia approached the two, her usual playfulness gone, replaced by anger and disappointment in her azure eyes.

“In the name of the Castellion family, I declare that you have betrayed your oath to the Holy Light. I will send you to the Holy City, where you will receive divine judgment.”

Upon hearing the surname Castellion, the two men turned even paler.

Being taken back by Miss Castellion and handed over to the court was worse for them than being killed.

Thinking of the possible fate that awaited her, a desperate, ruthless glint flashed in the female mage's eyes.

There's only one way to survive: take Miss Ophia hostage! Only in this way can we make Prince Colin hesitate to act rashly.

As for the future... let's focus on surviving first!
She first feigned bowing her head, then suddenly launched an attack with her right hand, transforming it into a jet-black cursed blade aimed straight at Ophelia's throat.

Her speed was so fast that even her companion standing next to her didn't react in time. Her teammate actually knew Transfiguration magic and physical skills?!

However, her confident thrust failed to land.

The cursed blade stopped abruptly less than an inch from Ophia.

At the same time, a divine light descended from the sky, transforming into a golden barrier that completely enveloped Ophia.

The black cursed blade struck the barrier like a spear piercing a city wall, without even causing a ripple...

Seeing the light descend from the sky, the female mage stared in horror, while Eileen instinctively took a half-step back.

A faint golden light flickered in her azure pupils as Ophia pulled the golden hairpin from behind her head and held it leisurely in her hand.

The golden wings that had been folded at the back of the hairpin were now fully unfolded, and a warm, holy glow flowed within the sapphire, like the pupils of an angel.

“The Feather of the Holy Throne, one of the secret treasures in the Castellion family’s treasury,” Ophelia said softly, her tone even tinged with a hint of sarcasm. “The sapphire contains the tears of angels, capable of withstanding even the full-force attack of a demigod. Using it to deal with a nobody like you… is such a waste.”

The scorching holy light caused the female mage to curl up on the ground in agony, letting out a sharp wail as the skin on her face began to crack, revealing the dark red lines beneath.

Those are traces of chaos's erosion!

"I...I'm being controlled!" She struggled to lift her head, tears welling in her eyes. "Respected Miss Castellón, I beg you, for my sake as a citizen of the Holy City, please give me another chance...I can serve you..."

Ophia's eyes wavered slightly.

Especially when they hear that the other person is a citizen of the Holy City.

"Why...why did you betray the Holy Light? The Holy Light may have indeed overlooked the remote borderlands, but why did you do this?"

"I……"

Just as the female mage was about to beg for mercy, a sword light suddenly flashed from the side.

Elifite's longsword pierced the female mage's chest cleanly and swiftly.

The female magician's eyes widened, then the madness faded from her pupils, and she fell to the ground silently.

Elliefelt drew her sword, flicked the blood off the blade, and said expressionlessly.

“Your Highness, there’s no need to listen to such a person’s excuses. She’s not truly repenting for her crimes; she just knows she’s going to die.”

Ophia's face paled slightly, but she took a deep breath and put the hairpin back behind her head.

“I know, Elliefit.”

She looked at the male mage who was still kneeling on the ground.

"And you? Do you also want to test the strength of the Castellion family?"

The male mage's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he shook his head frantically.

"No, dare not!"

Meeting Elfit's sharp gaze, he was startled and let out a "whoosh," quickly pulling out a magic-suppressing collar from his pocket and putting it around his neck.

"I'll tell you everything... I'll tell you everything... I just beg you to give me a chance to atone for my sins!"

Luo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

This guy is quite well-prepared.

Ophia looked at him and said.

“I will give you that chance, as long as you can prove to me that falling into chaos was not your intention.”

The magician nodded vigorously.

"I definitely will!"

Ellief glanced at the collar around his neck, scoffed softly, and sheathed her sword with a look of disdain.

The battle is over.

Luo Yan landed on the ground.

He had already scanned the forest beneath him with his mental power, confirming that not a single one had escaped... not even the goblin minions.

Eileen approached him with a serious expression and lowered her voice.

“If what they say is true, the people living here are probably in trouble. Ten groups, and at least nine doors are still open somewhere.”

"indeed."

Luo Yan nodded, his gaze falling on the still-operating Gate of Chaos not far away.

A scarlet light flickered in his pupils.

A thought flickered in his mind, and he spoke.

"However, it can still be salvaged."

He stepped toward the door.

"Your Highness?" Eileen called out to him urgently.

Luo Yan turned around and smiled slightly at her.

“Take good care of Ophia for me.”

Upon hearing this, Ophia puffed out her cheeks slightly, somewhat displeased.

"I can take care of myself."

"Yes, I believe you."

Luo Yan smiled and didn't continue teasing her; he simply raised his right hand.

A pale blue light emanated from his fingertips, briefly colliding with the crimson of the Gate of Chaos. The two diametrically opposed forces intertwined, producing a series of crackling sounds.

In the dim light, an inconspicuous butterfly disappeared into it.

Then he walked toward the door and disappeared behind the crimson light.

Eileen stared in surprise at Prince Colin's retreating figure, then looked at Theresa and whispered.

"Is it possible to enter the Gate of Chaos in reverse?"

Theresa looked embarrassed.

"Your Highness, I am a knight...I do not know magic."

Eileen instinctively looked at Ophia.

The latter gently brushed aside the blond hair that had fallen onto his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

“Generally speaking, that wouldn’t work, but my dear mentor is no ordinary person.”

That prince is someone who can even enter the Void Realm.

There is no place in this world he cannot enter!
Seeing Miss Ophia's smug smile, Eileen felt a sense of relief, but also a strange pang of disappointment.

She thought she knew Prince Colin well enough, but after seeing Ophia, she felt a little insecure.

Perhaps, it wasn't just Ophelia who was arrogant.

I was being a bit too arrogant.

……

At that moment, Ophia had no idea that her ambiguous boast had not deterred the heroine, but instead had severely provoked her.

Regardless of what daring plan the heroine was devising, Luo Yan was already standing on the other side of the portal in the next instant.

This is also an altar.

Beyond the altar lies an endless sea of ​​sand.

Dry, scorching air rushed towards us.

Without a doubt, this is the dimensional desert—east of the Wanren Mountains, at the edge of the civilized world.

Luo Yan looked down at the altar made of huge stones.

The rough stones were covered with grotesque symbols, and beneath the totem poles lay burning skulls, crossed drumsticks, and murky flesh and blood.

A roaring bonfire burned at the four corners of the altar, but instead of firewood, it burned some kind of foul-smelling grease.

What lies beneath the altar is even more chilling.

Thousands upon thousands of ogres covered the sand dunes like ants, marching in a crooked line toward the stone gates below the altar.

A crimson light shimmered beneath each stone gate.

That's an open portal!

Some of them were shirtless, with tribal totems tattooed on their chests and cheeks, while others were wrapped in animal hides and iron plates stolen from who-knows-where.

Their weapons were a motley collection: bone clubs, stone hammers, iron chains, and even salvaged carriage doors were used as shields!

Floating beside Luo Yan, it let out an incredible soft cry.

'Unbelievable...where did they get all this stuff from?'

Luo Yan pondered for a moment before answering.

According to records in the Library of Padridge, Kalmandes' servants were not confined to the battlefields of a single world. They would exchange rituals to please the Flame of Destruction for tickets to conquer other worlds and bring back their spoils.

However, they usually don't go to places with high technological content; they often go to worlds that are more backward than their own.

This is why the spoils they plundered were significantly inferior to those of the Ottoman Empire and the High Mountain Kingdom behind the Bronze Pass, which were from a different era.

However, this does not diminish their danger.

Several exceptionally large ogres rode on the backs of giant war boars with tusks, their hooves churning the sand with a dull thud, while they dragged crude carts loaded with stone projectiles behind them.

A swarm of goblins buzzed around the edge of the ogre army like flies. Some were picking up bones discarded by the ogres, some were stealing things in the chaos, and a few were being chased around in circles by the enraged ogres.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and barbecue. It was best not to delve too deeply into the source of the latter.

Luo Yan looked toward the center of the altar, where he saw an ogre priest wearing a magnificent "battle robe".

He appeared to be slightly shorter than a typical ogre, but he had two heads, each adorned with various bone ornaments and feathers.

Not only that, he was holding a bone staff that was taller than himself—judging from its shape, it seemed to be the spine of a prehistoric dinosaur.

It could also be some kind of reptile similar to a lizard man.

Just as Luo Yan was observing the ogre priest, the ogre priest who was presiding over the ceremony finally noticed him.

The ogre priest was clearly taken aback for a few seconds, not expecting a human to emerge from behind the Gate of Chaos.

His cloudy pupils were filled with confusion, but only for a moment before that confusion was replaced by boundless anger.

Karl-Heinz--

How dare this lowly human defile the great sacrifice!

Two heads opened their mouths, each missing several teeth, and brandished their clanging bone staffs, letting out deafening roars.

"It's a human thing! On the altar of the ancient god!"

Chop him to pieces!

(End of this chapter)