Mushroom Lord in the Underground City

The humans unexpectedly seized the opportunity to initiate an attack. Prince Visarius had not completely dismissed this possibility, but when he actually saw the city gates opening, his blood-red pupils slightly contracted.

This is illogical.

Alama’s reinforcements were intercepted out of sight, and the magical communications of Three Mountains City had been completely blocked since the siege began.

Logically, the city’s defenders should have had no way of knowing about the reinforcements’ arrival.

Moreover, with his personal command, even if today’s attack wasn’t severe, they shouldn’t dare risk a desperate fight.

What Visarius didn’t know was that this was all due to the little report given by No. 9, who was begging Shi Wu to bring him along at that moment.

Nevertheless, even with the change in the situation, this Blood Race Prince remained as steady as a rock.

His army’s strength was still far stronger than the defenders of Three Mountains City. What’s more...

"Watch out!"

In Shi Wu’s horrified gaze, Duke Brunus suddenly stepped forward and swung his sword horizontally at Archbishop Ditas beside him.

However, the archbishop who had silently gathered his magic was even faster!

Light Prison!

Countless swords formed from Holy Light descended from the sky, trapping Brunus in place.

The archbishop slowly turned, his robe flapping in the wind, his eyes full of sorrow, "Brunus... how I wished I would never have to use this magic on you."

Brunus, shocked, tried to cleave the Light Prison, but the Holy Light scorched his hand: "You... knew all along?"

"You are always not careful enough, the number of spies caught near your camp is several times that of other regions," Ditas said, his voice weary, "We always hoped you would change your mind. But it seems you ultimately chose to betray the Human Race."

"Betray humanity? No! I only betrayed the Kingdom!" Brunus roared, "Our resistance is all in vain, the dwarves and elves have forsaken the alliance and abandoned us! Why should humans face the Demon Race alone? The more we resist, the more people die!"

His voice sank, "Prince Visarius promised to retain my title and territory, and my people can be protected because of it, that’s the most rational choice!"

He turned to the Sword Saint: "Elvyn! You should wake up too! With your strength, if you surrender to the Empire, your treatment would certainly be better than mine, and thus you could save more people!"

He did not attempt to persuade the archbishop, as it’s inevitable that the Empire would not spare the Church.

In the sky, Visarius also offered an olive branch: "He’s right, Elvyn! Join the Empire, you can not only protect humans but with your talents, His Majesty would surely wish to personally offer you the Initial Embrace! Becoming a member of the Blood Race would grant you unlimited possibilities, your future status in the Empire may even exceed mine!"

Elvyn gripped the sword hilt with one hand, the other hand rubbing the stubble on his chin, showing a thoughtful expression: "Sounds... not too bad?"

Shi Wu looked over in shock: "Master?!"

"However," the Sword Saint suddenly grinned, a sharp light bursting from his eyes, "I’m more interested in chopping off your heads right now!"

Shi Wu saw only a blur before his eyes as a sword light tearing through the earth grazed past him, directly targeting Brunus within the Light Prison.

The sword aura left deep grooves on the ground wherever it passed.

Blood snakes dived from mid-air, entwining the deadly sword energy.

The powerful collision of forces instantly shattered the Light Prison, propelling Brunus several meters away with the shockwave, causing him to spit out blood.

Visarius gently landed amidst the chaos, his blood-colored cape fluttering without wind: "It seems that clearing your blood poison gave you undue confidence, Elvyn."

The Sword Saint twirled his sword: "I honestly do think that way, you oversized flying bat hiding in a monster’s body to launch poisonous sneak attacks!"

Elvyn stepped forward to charge, his form like a sword leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Before the sword’s edge arrived, the sword aura had already ploughed a deep sword mark on the ground.

Visarius spread his wings furiously; countless blood surged on the battlefield, forming a blood mist in the sky that condensed into countless sharp blood crystals. He flicked his fingers, let the blood crystals pour down like a storm, and crash into a series of explosions.

Each clash painfully reverberated in the observers’ ears, the splashed energy flinging away all nearby battling soldiers.

"The Sword Saint’s strength is merely this."

The prince sneered as a blood-red vortex churned in his palm that suddenly expanded, devouring all light within a hundred paces.

Within the dark domain, Elvyn closed his eyes in concentration.

The moon pattern on the Fabled Moon Sword gradually lit up, its luminous flow tearing through the darkness.

No special techniques, just every sword light like a new moon rising, blood mist evaporating wherever it passed.

The two went from exchanging blows from afar to engaging in fervent close combat, the ground collapsing beneath them, the Sword Saint’s robes slashed with countless tears from the blood rain, and the prince’s cape marred with numerous sword marks.

When Fabled Moon cleaved off half of the prince’s bat wings, Visarius’ claws also left three blood scratches on the Sword Saint’s face.

Visarius’ chest rose and fell slightly, despite the disdain in his words for the Sword Saint, he was in fact extremely vigilant.

Yet, after a round of fierce battle, he had to be secretly alarmed by the true strength Elvyn displayed.

Without exerting all effort, it seemed today might indeed prove disastrous.

However, when Elvyn drew the second sword from his waist, the prince’s expression grew even grimmer.

Nonetheless, he still held considerable odds in his favor; this was war—victory wasn’t decided by the duel of two generals alone.

As long as Brunus could hold off the archbishop, once the Demon Race’s army exterminates the remaining human soldiers, they could assemble the entire army to encircle the Sword Saint.

But when dense fur suddenly emerged from the gaps in those Church Knights’ armor and inhuman beast howls emanated from beneath their helmets, this Blood Race Prince could no longer maintain composure.

"Werewolves? You obtained that manuscript?!" he asked, stunned, looking towards the sorrowful archbishop before bursting into laughter, "Well done! I never thought this is how the humans’ Bright Church serves the God of Light!"

The werewolf transformation of the Holy Knights not only shocked the Demon Race but also rendered the human soldiers pale with fright.

Those soldiers who, just days before, complained about the Church Warriors avoiding battle, now stared at the furry beast claws and scarlet eyes in front of them, speechless.

Aside from Elvyn and the archbishop, only these Church Warriors knew the whole plan.

The werewolf transformation granted them frenzied strength, and the residual holy energy barely maintained their sanity, turning them into controllable war machines.

But this balance is as fragile as a spider’s thread; beast nature will ultimately consume reason, hence in addition to the wolf transformation ingredients, the Black Fog Potion contained a lethal Potential Activation Potion.

It would trigger all their body’s power before death.

From the moment they drank the potion, they were already on a shortcut to death.

And the borrowed power was indeed remarkable.

Despite being at a numerical disadvantage, under the werewolf warriors’ overwhelming charge, the Demon Race’s front line was forcibly torn open, even showing signs of a retreat.

The sharp beast claws easily shredded the Blood Race’s armor, the wolf howls struck terror into the hearts of Demon Race soldiers wherever they echoed.

Werewolves, almost forgotten by the Blood Race but as enemies, appeared once again in front of them in such a peculiar manner.

Lin Jun thought perhaps today he might enjoy some delicacies—not the Sword Saint, but rather the Blood Race Prince, a much more likely prospect.

...

While a bloody battle unfolded in Three Mountains City, subtle changes affecting the battlefield emerged across other corners of the Continent.

The dwarf legion, after fierce battles, finally reclaimed the ravaged Goldflame City from the ravaging Elemental Spirits.

When the last flame-burning Elemental Creature was forced back to the depths of the Underground City, they didn’t pursue further, instead sealing the entrance to the Underground City with molten mountain copper.

Under the personal leadership of the dwarf king, the high-spirited army suddenly changed course toward the west, their iron torrent directing straight at the Demon Race frontier.

This belated reinforcement finally embarked on a journey to aid the humans.

Meanwhile, as the Blood-Colored Sky departed from Mulin Castle, heading south, it finally crossed High Castle Fortress, advancing towards Three Mountains City.

Additionally, on the half-fallen status of the Western Coast of the Kingdom, grayish mist began to encroach upon the land...