Chapter 67 - The Law of the Strong
The sun blazed mercilessly over the golden dunes of the desert as the dry wind blew gusts of cutting sand. The suffocating heat made every breath a conscious effort, but there was no time for distractions.
Rudeus Greyrat stood firm, his sharp gaze scanning the sea of sand around him. The ground beneath trembled.
"Prepare yourselves, they're here!" he shouted, and the next moment, the creatures emerged.
From the depths of the desert, enormous silhouettes burst through the sandy surface. The Sand Worms—fifteen-meter-long monstrosities—rose with thunderous roars. Their protruding fangs gleamed under the sunlight, and within their cavernous mouths, hundreds of spiraling teeth spun, ready to tear apart anything in their path.
Without hesitation, Rudeus raised his hand, shaping mana in the air. With a shout, he launched his attack:
"HAAAAH!"
A highly compressed and rapidly spinning Stone Cannon shot forth like a meteor, cutting through the air before striking the head of one of the worms. The impact was devastating, the explosion of debris, flesh, and blood echoing across the battlefield. The beast roared before collapsing, its head obliterated.
"HAHAHAH! Excellent, Glass Cannon!" a rough, energetic voice resounded beside Rudeus.
Mortan, a red-skinned demon standing 2.5 meters tall, charged forward with fury. His twin cleavers gleamed under the scorching sun as he spun his body in a merciless dual strike. His sharp blade cleaved another worm in half, the creature convulsing violently before succumbing. He laughed maniacally as he tore through yet another opponent, the scent of blood thick in the dry air.
In the distance, reinforcements finally arrived. Larax, a dark-skinned warrior, led a strange group of fighters, each displaying unique skills. His feet dug into the sand as he unsheathed his scimitar, his eyes gleaming fiercely.
"Don't destroy the poison glands!" he called out, his voice vibrating with excitement. "Hahah! Kill them all!"