I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1537 - 856: I Was Forced! (Part 2)

The air was filled with the distinct scent of sulfur from the forge, mingling with the tallic aroma of iron shavings, creating a unique and invigorating atmosphere.

The only passage connecting the entire dwarven city to the outside world was a bridge made of massive black stone, spanning across the Molten River.

On the bridge, caravans ca and went, favoring the exquisite craftsmanship of the Black Iron Dwarves, coming to purchase various equipnt, taking these fine products from the underground to every corner of the world.

However, the peaceful days did not last long.

Just recently, an ominous aura quietly began to spread in the Underground City.

The once bustling Black Stone Bridge, crowded with caravans, was now eerily silent, replaced by desolation, with broken bridge ropes swaying in the heat waves from the magma, silently narrating so unknown incident.

In the air, the faint sulfur sll was replaced by a heavy scent of blood, a cruel mark left by battle, foretelling an unprecedented crisis was quietly approaching.

On the city walls, the warriors of the Black Iron Dwarves, clad in Heavy Armor, wielding sharp blades, had vigilance and determination flashing in their eyes.

Every one of them had erged victorious from countless struggles against the harsh environnt of the Underground World, firmly imprinting loyalty and guardianship for their holand deep within their bloodline.

In normal tis, they might be Forging Masters or Gem Craftsn, but now they were all warriors defending their ho.

At this mont, they stood ready, facing the uninvited guests across the Molten River.

These were Magic Beasts from the Abyss, and no one knew why they suddenly appeared, only knowing that these beasts had no reason, attacking any life that appeared before them.

They were enormous and hideous, with eyes glimring with greed and madness.

Clearly, these residents of the Abyss regarded the Heart of Molten Fire as a succulent prey.

The types of Abyssal Demons were nurous, including the Rock Armor Beasts with Scale Armor and imnse Strength that shook the ground with their every step; the Poisonous Lizards that could spit corrosive acid, making their attack range difficult to defend against; and the Shadow Demons that could manipulate shadows and approach the enemy silently, their presence akin to phantoms in the night, sending shivers down one’s spine...

Many of these were once Magic Beasts that road the Underground City, but sohow they gained the Abyss Power.

It seed under the influence of Abyss Power, they beca stronger and more frenzied.

The attack ca too suddenly, causing significant casualties to the Heart of the Furnace under the assault of Abyssal Demons, barely managing to halt the continuous advance by directly breaking the stone bridge before the city.

At this mont, on the originally silent opposite bank of the Molten River, the Abyssal Demon group suddenly stirred without any warning.

The roars that rose and fell resembled a terrifying battle song, echoing in the deep caverns of the Underground World, shaking loose stones from the cliff walls.

This abrupt disturbance imdiately put the Dwarf Warriors on the Heart of Molten Fire’s walls on high alert.

"The alarm! Sound the alarm!"

A sharp-eyed dwarf sentry shouted, his voice trembling slightly with tension.

Imdiately after, a rapid and loud alarm rang above the Heart of Molten Fire, the sound echoing like the war drums of fate, urging every dwarf warrior to rush to the battlefield.

The dwarves stopped their work one after another, swiftly grabbing their respective weapons.

Their eyes revealed resolve and determination, without the slightest hint of fear or retreat, quickly gathering towards the city walls, prepared to face the impending mad assault.

As the dwarves stood ready, they were horrified to see the Magic Beast Group unexpectedly split apart by so invisible force, like a black tide retreating to both sides, revealing a passage in the middle.

Soon after, countless Underground Lizards carrying giant stones rushed out from the Magic Beast Group.

These Underground Lizards were enormous, several ters long, with rough skin resembling a layer of hard armor, reflecting a dark green sheen in the firelight.

The giant stones on their backs weighed several tons each.

These Underground Lizards unhesitatingly rushed to the edge of the Molten River, leaping directly into the scalding magma without any hesitation.

In an instant, magma splashed, and heat waves surged, yet these Underground Lizards seed oblivious, disappearing into the magma.

Although the Underground Lizards perished, the stones on their backs remained in the magma.

As more and more Underground Lizards leaped into the Molten River, a chilling scene unfolded.

By sheer force of numbers, these Underground Lizards carved out a path in the Molten River surrounding the Heart of Molten Fire.

The originally rapid and boiling magma was churned into a chaotic ss, with bubbles continuously rising, as if the magma roared in anger.

This path, carved out with the Underground Lizards’ lives and Strength, resembled a bridge leading to Hell, paving the path for the Abyssal Demons’ advance.

Nurous Abyssal Demons could no longer suppress their hunger for flesh; their eyes glistened with madness and greed, as if they already saw the lively dwarf warriors inside the Heart of Molten Fire as a feast.

"Damn it, do they have a commander?"

"Hold steady! Everyone hold steady! Don’t let these beasts near the walls!"

Iron Skull stood at the highest point of the wall, swinging his giant axe and shouting loudly.

His voice was loud and steadfast, like a sea-calming pillar, stabilizing the sowhat panicked minds of the dwarf warriors.

He was the leader of this Heart of Molten Fire and the only Legendary Strongman here.

The dwarves showed no sign of retreating; they knew behind them was their holand, the place where generations had lived, ho to their family, friends, and all treasured mories.

Once they retreated, endless Darkness and Destruction awaited them.

"Magic Crystal Cannon, prepare to fire!"

With a commander’s order, the Magic Crystal Cannons hidden in various parts of the wall began to emit a low rumbling sound.

These Magic Crystal Cannons were the crystallization of the Black Iron Dwarves’ Wisdom; powered by special Demon Crystals, they could emit powerful and deadly energy beams.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Brilliant energy beams shot out from the Magic Crystal Cannons, like lightning piercing the Darkness, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

Where the bombardnt passed,

the Abyssal Demons were hit, so blasted to pieces, others completely evaporated by the powerful energy.

For a ti, the charge montum of the Magic Beast Group was slightly suppressed, the scene filled with an acrid sll of burnt flesh and blood.

However, the number of Abyssal Demons was truly too vast; they pressed forward in seemingly endless waves.

During the Magic Crystal Cannon’s intervals, they already rushed to the foot of the wall.

The Dwarf Warriors were fearless, leaping down the walls to engage the beasts in close combat.

A Dwarf Warrior wielded a War Axe, facing an advancing Rock Armor Beast, shouted loudly, leaped high, and fiercely cleaved down with imnse power.

Crack!

The Rock Armor Beast’s hard Scale Armor split open a crack, and black-breathed blood gushed out.

But the Rock Armor Beast, in pain, retaliated more insanely, raising its massive claw to strike at the Dwarf Warrior.

The Dwarf Warrior agilely dodged, escaping the lethal blow, then took the opportunity to slash the Rock Armor Beast’s leg.

This scene was common across the battlefield.

anwhile, Iron Skull faced the attack of three Legendary Demon Beasts simultaneously.

On the battlefield, there were flashing swords and shadows, and blood and flesh flew.

The shouts of Dwarf Warriors, the roars of the Magic Beasts, and the clash of weapons intertwined, forming a tragic and majestic battle song.

Every second soone fell, whether a Dwarf Warrior or an Abyssal Demon, but neither side showed any intention of retreating.

At this mont, from the distant Underground City passage, nurous Minotaurs wielding giant axes suddenly surged out, roaring towards the rear of the Abyssal Demons.

In an instant, the battlefield beca even more chaotic.