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

The bridge was quickly breached, and at Ron's command, the entire team charged straight toward the second bridge without stopping.

The Dark Abyss had already located the base of the second bridge pillar underwater—a massive stone pier embedded in the rock wall, covered in runes. They simultaneously blew up the chains on both sides with explosive packs, causing the bridge to tilt instantly, and half of the guards were thrown directly into the lake.

Ron led his men up the sloping side of the broken bridge, bone knives and talisman spears clearing a path through the rubble, fighting their way to the end of the second bridge.

The third bridge is the narrowest, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

The defenders were all guards from inside the tower. They moved extremely fast, alternating between spears and short swords, forcing the front-line Ironback Beasts to retreat step by step.

Ron stepped directly onto the bridge railing, using the protrusions in the rock wall to leap onto the heads of the guards, and plunged his bone knife down their backs, forcefully cleaving their formation apart.

Taking advantage of the situation, Abyss's Maw pressed forward, forcing all the remaining Sentinels back into the tower gate.

The tower gate is heavy and carved from a single piece of rock. In the center of the gate is a luminous sac several times larger than the other luminous pearls in the lake bay, and the light inside the sac seems to be surging like a living thing.

Claudia stuffed the molten stone between the light bag and the door crack. A flash of fire, the lock exploded, and the entire door was pushed inside.

Inside the tower is a spiral staircase leading upwards, with light beads embedded in the walls, illuminating each step with a cold, bright light.

In the highest hall, sat an indigenous chieftain wearing a long fin-shaped cloak, holding a vortex-shaped halberd with its tip pointed at the approaching enemy, causing the entire area to tremble with light.

Ron stepped onto the last step, holding his bone scalpel horizontally: "Pull out the core of the tower, and this lake bay will be ours."

The air at the top of the tower was humid and hot like a steamer. The light beads on the walls trembled in unison under the leader's halberd, emitting a low hum, as if responding to his presence.

The chief was half a head taller than the average aborigine, and his long fin-shaped cloak billowed slightly in the damp air, resembling a pair of translucent wings.

He flicked the vortex halberd in his hand, and fine streams of water overflowed from the water trough at the edge of the steps, flowing down the surface towards Ron and his group's feet.

The moment the water touched the runes on the board, it transformed into sharp water blades, whistling as they sliced ​​towards the intruder's ankles.

Ron leaped backward, his bone blade sweeping across the air, cleaving the foremost water blade into two plumes of mist.

Claudia threw out the molten stone, and flames engulfed the area, instantly filling half the hall with steam.

The wall-climbing beasts of the Abyss's Throat scaled up the walls on both sides, and the Shadowscale Puppet darted in like a shadow, attempting to get behind the leader. However, the halberd suddenly swept back, creating a distorted stream of water that forcefully pushed the two puppets back against the wall.

The lurking monsters from the Dark Abyss emerged from the surface water tank, seized the opportunity to entangle the leader's legs, and stuffed the bursting sacs into the back of his knees.

With a muffled thud, half of the fin cloak was ripped apart by the explosion, and the leader groaned, his movements slightly sluggish.

Ron closed in instantly, his bone knife slicing diagonally upwards from his side, the blade embedding itself between the scales and flesh, and runic power flowing in.

The leader roared and thrust his halberd fiercely into the face. All the light orbs on the top of the tower shone brightly at the same time. In the intense light, several long snakes made of pure water lunged at Ron from the wall.

The Ironback Beast charged in with its bone shield, smashing the water snake apart. The heavily armored beast followed closely behind, biting the shaft of the halberd and pulling it backward.

Chapter 156

The Ironback Beast roared as it held off the water snake, the Armored Beast bit down hard on the halberd, and the light orbs at the top of the tower exploded one by one, with fragments falling like rain.

The leader was driven completely mad by the bone knife; his entire arm suddenly swelled up, the muscles tore open, and blood slid down the shaft of the halberd.

The power surged out from the crack like an uncontrollable flood.

The control runes beneath Ron's feet lit up rapidly, and he directly channeled his power into the bottom of the cave.

The stone wall shook violently, and stone slabs collapsed one by one, releasing the swarm of black sand snakes beneath.

Sand snakes emerged from the ground and pounced on the mercenary vanguard.

Screams rang out one after another, and before several shield bearers could react, they were swept away alive and disappeared into the pile of snakes in an instant.

The leader roared and swung his halberd, sending the armored beast flying and forcing the ironback beast to retreat.

But the sand serpent had already bitten his leg, its sharp teeth tearing through his scales, and blood mist splattered across half of the tower's top.

Ron did not retreat. He stepped forward directly on the broken rune array, and pressed the bone knife down sharply, plunging it into the leader's collarbone.

The talismanic power exploded again, charring half of the guy's body.

boom!

The leader fell heavily to the ground, his halberd slipped and fell to the floor, and the runic light on the top of the tower dimmed instantly.

Outside the tower, a large force of mercenaries was already assembling.

The bugle call of the Skullcrusher Regiment blared deafeningly, and a large number of heavily armored warriors pushed siege engines toward the entrance of the cave.

Ron raised his hand and pressed the control panel, activating the first layer of defense in the cave.

Dozens of pits opened up instantly, sand and gravel collapsed down, and the entire front line was directly severed.

The front row of the siege engine fell in and was smashed to pieces; the driver and the vehicle disappeared without a trace.

"Open the second floor," Ron whispered the order.

Suddenly, the top of the cave shook, and a large amount of rubble fell from the rock wall, crashing into the mercenary ranks like a torrential rain.

The front row was in chaos, with shouts of killing drowned out screams of agony.

Claudia, accompanied by his personal guards, charged out from the flank, sweeping his spear across and knocking away several mercenaries who rushed close.

The rune array beneath her feet lit up, followed by a sandstorm that swept dozens of people into the air.

Ron didn't stop, pressing the control runes to mobilize the swarm of slimes behind him.

Hundreds of slimes poured out of the cave, turning the ground green and instantly covering it with slime.

Before the mercenary vanguard could even get their footing, they were tripped and fell over, their armor and weapons corroded and smoking.

The leader of the Skullcrusher Gang roared and smashed forward despite the resistance of the slime.

The moment his axe came down, the heavily armored beast controlled by Ron stepped in front of him.

The clanging of metal reverberated throughout the entire grotto, sending sparks flying.

Behind them, the Ironscale Hunters had already set up crossbows, and swarms of arrows were being fired at the entrance to the cave.

Ron waved his hand, and the stone-winged beasts roared out, swooping down from the sky, smashing the ballistae, and sending blood, flesh, and wood chips flying everywhere.

The battlefield was in complete chaos.

Ron stared at the control panel, pressing down slowly with his palm, activating the rune array layer by layer.

The water from the underground river was channeled upwards, mixing with the slime's mucus to form a muddy torrent that rushed directly outwards.

The mercenaries were thrown into disarray by the charge, with thousands being pushed back dozens of feet in an instant.

The offensive was completely suppressed, and the night battle had only just begun.

The corpse at the top of the tower was dragged away by the sand snakes, making the stench of blood even stronger, which completely excited the monsters.

The strange tides deep within the cave are constantly rising, and a new battle is just beginning.

The grotto resembled a beast awakened by a thud, its body arching higher and higher, with muffled thuds emanating from the rock walls.

The mercenaries outside were still regrouping. The Skullcutter Axe Gang threw their broken shields to the ground, and another row of Ironscale Hunters' ballistae pushed forward.

The night wind carried the stench of blood, making even the slimes restless.

Ron gripped the control panel, and the runes on his arm lit up in streaks, like a string of iron rings on fire.

He pressed his power into the bottom node, and the sand snakes swelled up again as if inflated, spitting out tongues and darting wildly along the collapsed trench.

Just then, a sudden tingling sensation ran through my bones.

It wasn't an arrow wound, nor poison; it was something invisible that enveloped me from all directions, like fine needles piercing my skull.

On the distant earthen slope outside the tower, several black stakes lit up, their cold light flashing on and off like blinking lights. The Soul-Splitting Talisman had activated.

The air felt as if it had been twisted violently.

One of the guards, a spearman, suddenly lost his footing, nearly dropping his spear, and let out a strange sound.

The adventurers further away crouched down, clutching their heads, their teeth grinding together.

The sand snakes were also biting each other like madmen, and in the blink of an eye they were all tangled together.

Ron didn't look up. He bit his tongue, and the taste of blood welled up, hot.

Stimulated by the blood, the light patterns on the rune chains intensified. He pulled open the bottom panel of the control panel, revealing a row of hidden compartments containing the "mental circuits" he had created earlier, the ones activated by the rhythm of the monster horde.

The low-frequency beats hummed and vibrated in the cave, like thousands of invisible drumsticks striking.

The stinging pain from the Soul-Splitting Talisman surged up like a tide, only to be pushed back down by this low-frequency force.

Ron held the balance point firmly, channeling the agitation of the monster horde away.

The slimes took a step back in unison, and the stone-winged beast glided around the top of the cave before circling back to the designated high point.

The sand snakes stopped biting each other, turned their heads toward the crowd outside, slapped their tails on the ground, and started walking in rhythm again.

Outside, the mercenary camp was in an uproar.

The camp near the black stakes was in chaos first. Several crossbowmen raised their crossbows and shot at their own men. An arrow pierced his comrade's collarbone, and blood splattered all over his face, but he continued to draw the bowstring as if he felt nothing.

A captain rushed over to hit someone, but just as he raised his hand, he stumbled and his cleaver spun in mid-air, striking his own arm.

The muddy ground beside the underground river looked as if someone had slashed it open with a knife, with ripples of spiritual energy crashing around it.

Ron pressed his hand down, and the console emitted a low hum.

The strange rhythms of the entire grotto spread outwards, like a net turned upside down.

The mercenaries' breathing became disordered instantly. The hundreds of men moved erratically, their steps out of sync. The front row trampled the back row, and the back row pushed over the front row. Curses, shouts, and the sounds of clashing weapons mingled together.

The Skullcrusher's flag fell three times, and each time it fell, a section of the front line collapsed.

The Ironscale Hunter's crossbow was deflected by the mental wave, and the arrows flew diagonally into his own formation, overturning several pack carts.

The situation was even worse for the Dark Swamp Poison Shadow. The moment the rogue emerged from the shadows, it should have been a fatal blow to the throat, but his legs gave way, and he collapsed into the slime mud, rolling twice, his armor plates rotting and emitting white smoke.

Ron lifted the chain, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged like ropes.

He lowered the frequency, forcing the monsters to lengthen their "breathing," like exhaling mist one breath at a time.

The Soul Splitting Talisman was clearly struggling; the light on the black stakes was flickering more and more erratically, and one of them even crackled and exploded, scattering sparks all over the ground.

A rumbling sound came from deep within the grotto, and the falling rocks dripped at predetermined points, like a giant flicking stone chips with his fingers.

The pits at the front were still swallowing people, while the muddy water at the rear had begun to slowly flow back, carrying bloody grass clippings and severed fingers toward the mouth of the underground river.

The Ironback Beast, shielded by its bone armor, charged forward with a low stance, knocking over two siege engines in one go. The Heavy Armored Beast followed closely behind, its shoulder armor slamming into the chest of an axeman, sending him flying three zhang away before he landed and remained motionless.

Claudia led her men in from the right flank, sweeping her spear horizontally, the talismans hanging on her back snapping as she ran.