You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

Three days later, on the main road north of Emerald Town, dust billowed and heavy footsteps echoed like thunder.

Bacchus's army appeared on the horizon, banners fluttering, metal and leather armor reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

The "Red Claw Battalion" was at the forefront, each member clad in blood-red armor and wielding a long-handled giant axe;

The "Mist Axe Team" was on both flanks, with smoke bottles hanging from their waists, specifically designed to break through defensive lines of sight;

The "Abyss Hunters" brought up the rear, pushing three magic crossbows, their bodies engraved with complex siege runes.

When the news reached Black Whisper Caves, Amata and several high-ranking guild members had already arrived, their expressions grave.

“Bakus is going to attack head-on, what are you going to do?” Amata asked in a deep voice.

Ron stood on the platform, watching Bacchus's army slowly approach on the external monitoring array, and said calmly, "Let them get closer."

Claudia was taken aback: "Aren't we going to fight first?"

“No.” Ron ran his hand across a string of runes on the control panel. “If they want to fight head-on, they’ll have to get through the three-layered killing formation I’ve prepared—this battle is not just about holding out, but about fighting them until they have to retreat on their own.”

The first line of defense surrounding the Black Language Cave is a complex array of trenches and obstacles.

The bottom of the trench was covered with spiked iron stakes, with explosive rune stones buried at intervals. As soon as a heavily armored soldier stepped in, the entire trench would be engulfed in flames.

The second line of defense is the mixed monster zone modified by Ron.

For the first time, the three major groups—Slimes, Old Blind-Eyed Murlocs, and Sand Snakes—are all on the front lines, coordinated by the control console. Once the defenses are breached, the monster horde will surge forth like a tidal wave, dividing the enemy into smaller groups and defeating them one by one.

The third line of defense, located just in front of the entrance, is a newly deployed "rockfall formation".

Dozens of boulders are suspended on rock frames on both sides of the high platform. Once triggered, the entire rock wall will collapse like a landslide, flattening the entire front area.

Bacchus's army gradually approached the first layer of trenches.

"Push the ballistae forward, create smoke!" His command was calm and stern.

Three magic crossbows were activated simultaneously, their energy arrows trailing flames as they hurtled towards the outer perimeter of the Black Language Cave.

Immediately, dozens of smoke bottles were thrown into the trench, and white smoke instantly filled the area, obscuring the outline of the obstacles.

Bacchus sneered: "Charge!"

However, the moment the first rank of heavy armored soldiers stepped into the trench, the runestone at the bottom suddenly lit up—

Boom! The entire trench turned into a fiery dragon, and the charging formation was instantly blown to pieces.

Ron pressed a new key on the platform, and the monsters of the second line of defense let out a low growl as they slowly emerged from the mist.

"Welcome to the Black Language Caves."

The fire in the trench had just died down, and the smell of burning still lingered in the air, when Bakus's command voice had already drowned out the noise of the battlefield.

"Switch to the second platoon, advance!"

The wounded heavy armor was pulled back, and new warriors marched forward across the scorched earth. Heavy footsteps echoed on the second line of defense of the Black Language Cavern.

In the mist, the slime's sludge splattered out, hitting a charging soldier's thigh armor. Acid immediately seeped into the gaps in the armor, emitting acrid white smoke. The man staggered in pain, the heavy armor almost crushing him.

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Immediately afterwards, the old blind merman's fishy mist rushed in from the flank, and several warriors were so suffocated by the stench that they staggered, and some even turned around and slashed at their own men.

"Cover! Cover!" Bacchus's standard-bearer shouted urgently, waving his flag.

Before they could even regain their formation, the ground suddenly trembled, and several sand snakes, as thick as water vats, darted out from beneath, their scales gleaming coldly. The first sand snake bit a soldier's shoulder guard, and with a flick of its tail, dragged him into the mist.

The second sand snake swept across, and the heavily armored soldiers were knocked over like they were hit by a wheel, crashing onto the edge of the trench along with their weapons.

On the high platform, Ron's fingers danced nimbly across the control panel runes.

"Sand Snake pushes forward, Slimeka goes mid, and Murlocs split into two groups to cut the back flanks."

The monster icons on the console lit up one by one, like pieces on a chessboard being pushed forward.

In the mist, the slime horde advanced slowly but steadily, turning the entire central path into a slimy swamp. Enemy soldiers who charged forward were trapped inside, their speed immediately reduced by half, and they also had to be wary of the burning acid under their feet.

The mermen swam through the smoke, and in the chaos, one spear pierced the neck of a heavily armored man. Some fell down immediately, while others staggered backward, only to be held back by the slimes and unable to move.

The sand snakes rolled and reaped the rewards in front of them; the more people charged in, the more targets they provided.

Bacchus frowned as he stared at the front lines.

"Use ballistae to deal with the monster horde!" he ordered through gritted teeth.

The three magic crossbows immediately changed direction, their energy arrows slicing through the mist with long trails of flame. The first wave hit a swarm of slimes, blasting several into the air and scattering acid everywhere.

But then, more slimes slid out from the side, blocking the gap again.

The hunters' axemen tried to rush in and cut through the slime swamp, but they were tripped by a hidden barbed trap. The next second, a sand snake emerged from the edge of the trap, lifted them into the air, and then slammed them down.

The air on the battlefield was a mixture of acid, blood, and the smell of burning, sticking to the throat and making it hard to breathe.

The second line of defense surrounding the Black Language Cave was now like a living entity, constantly swallowing up the military formations that tried to break in.

On the high platform, Ron stared at the energy curve, a cold smirk playing on his lips:

"Third floor...prepare."

The second line of defense was stained with blood and acid, the slime swarm slowly closed in the swamp, the sand snakes dragged their armored corpses back into the rift, and the murlocs disappeared into the depths of the mist.

Bakus's army managed to squeeze into the outer perimeter, but failed to break through as he had hoped. The heavy infantry suffered heavy losses, many bearing wounds from the corrosive slime.

He raised his hand and waved, and the flag officer sounded the bugle—three rows of heavy armored soldiers and crossbowmen pressed forward, bringing the third line of defense to their doorstep.

Ron stood on the platform, his finger already on the top key of the control panel.

"Ten more steps closer," he whispered.

The trigger point for the falling rocks was on the gentle slope in front of the entrance. It looked like an ordinary gravel slope, but in reality, the rock ledge was covered with hanging talisman chains. The chains hooked dozens of huge rocks, each about half the size of a room, and were covered with thick talisman cloth.

As the first column of heavily armored soldiers stepped onto the gentle slope, Ron pressed down with his hand.

"boom--!"

The chains snapped, and the boulder crashed down with a whooshing sound.

The first wave crushed the front line into a twisted mass of iron, shields were smashed to pieces, and people didn't even have time to scream.

The second wave of falling rocks followed immediately, sweeping across the gentle slope like a flash flood, pushing back the middle column that was trying to retreat, and crushing the soldiers behind them.

Dust billowed up, choking people and making it hard to breathe.

Bacchus's face turned ashen. He immediately ordered the axe squads on both sides to go around, but they stepped into a pit that Ron had dug on the flank. From the outside, the pit looked like a layer of loose soil, but inside it was full of sharpened stone stakes and barbed iron chains.

Half of the axe team fell into the pit. In their struggle, their bones were broken by their companions who stepped on them, and their screams were piercing in the mist.

Ron gave a cold laugh: "The second rockfall."

With a muffled thud, the second row of boulders fell from the other side of the rock ledge, flattening the pit opening and burying half of the axe team inside.

This is not over yet.

When the third wave of rockfalls was triggered, Ron switched rune arrays and detonated the runes on several boulders—the boulders exploded in mid-air, and a rain of rubble mixed with fire fell on the gentle slope and the passages on both sides, forcing the heavy armored soldiers who wanted to rush up back to their original positions.

In just a quarter of an hour, the third line of defense, like a closed iron jaw, firmly bit down on Bakus's army.

Bacchus gasped; he knew that pushing forward would be suicide.

But to retreat? Retreat would mean losing all the offensive we just launched.

He ordered in a deep voice, "Mist Axe Team, move up! Use smoke to clear out those rockfall areas!"

Dozens of smoke bottles were thrown onto the gentle slope, and a white cloud of smoke instantly engulfed the rockfall area. The axemen seized the opportunity to rush up and use their long-handled giant axes to cleave through the piled-up rocks, clearing several narrow paths.

Ron narrowed his eyes, his hand sliding across the control panel. The monster spawn array activated, and slimes and mermen poured out from both sides of the narrow passages.

The acid splashed down, instantly burning the exposed hands and feet with a burnt smell. The merfolk's spears, barbed, pierced the axemen's sides, and some screamed as they tumbled down the slope, their spines broken by the falling rocks.

Although the Mist Axe Team could break through defenses, they were quickly reduced to strips of armored flesh when caught between the monsters' flanks in this narrow passage, and were dragged back into the mist and disappeared without a trace.

Bakus gritted his teeth and moved the ballistae that were holding the line forward again.

Three energy arrows whistled as they struck the monster spawn point, the shockwave from the explosion turning several slimes into a rain of slime.

Taking advantage of the opening, the Crimson Claw Battalion pressed forward—this was Bakus's personal guard, heavily armored, with extremely high individual combat strength, and their shield wall advance was as stable as a city wall.

Ron looked at the fluctuations in the energy curve and snorted coldly: "You want to eat up the front line by force? Fine, then eat your fill."

He pressed the combo key, and the monster spawn array in Sand Serpent Canyon was fully activated.

Four adult sand snakes attacked simultaneously, their tails sweeping across and overturning two rows of shields, sending blood and armor fragments flying everywhere.

Although the Red Claw Battalion was fierce, their advance speed dropped sharply after the Sand Serpents disrupted their formation.

Bakus had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, wielding a battle axe engraved with dark patterns as he charged into the front ranks, cleaving open the neck scales of a sand snake with a single blow.

Ron, who had a clear view from the high platform, immediately cut off the spawn of the front-line monsters and moved the combat area inward—he wanted Bakus to continue deeper into the area.

The Crimson Claw Camp was gradually lured into the pre-set encirclement around the Black Language Cave. There, the rock walls were covered with triggerable boulders and collapse formations; once the runes lit up, the entire area would turn into a prison of pitfalls.

By the time Bacchus realized something was wrong, he had already stepped into the center.

Ron pressed his hand down—

The deafening roar shook the entire area, and rocks cascaded down from both sides of the cliff, sealing off the exit. Immediately afterward, the rune array on the surface cracked open, and steel spikes and barbed ropes sprang up, binding half of the Crimson Claw Camp around their waists.

Sand snakes and murlocs swarmed in from all sides, tearing the trapped heavy armored figure into pieces of bloody flesh.

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The ballistae on the outer perimeter attempted to provide long-range support, but they couldn't hit the sealed encirclement. Instead, they disturbed the remaining trigger points of the falling rocks, causing another shower of rubble that crushed several rescue soldiers into a bloody pulp.

Bakus roared and swung his axe to cut the barbed ropes, then led his remaining troops in a forced breakout.

He had suffered more than half his men dead or wounded, and his three main forces had been decimated, causing his offensive to collapse completely.

Ron didn't give chase—he didn't intend to pursue them beyond the third line of defense. His goal was to send Bacchus and his remaining troops back.

The smoke and dust of the battlefield slowly dissipated, and the area around the Black Language Cave returned to silence. On the ground lay charred armor plates, shattered weapons, and corpses lying in pools of blood.

On the high platform, Ron withdrew his hand, and the rune arrays were all reset to zero.

"The outdoor competition ends here."

Amata stood beside him, her gaze complex: "You know that if you fight this battle, he will hate you for it."