Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 321

Compared to others, Frida fared relatively well. Though the mana within her was still erratic, she managed to sever her will from the magic before the roar arrived. Thanks to that, she was not coughing out blood like the other mages.

“Are you alright… what happened?” Blake hurriedly ran towards her and supported her up.

“Haa.. haa… it’s the [Disruption Roar]” Frida explained with a pale face, the shout earlier was a specific skill of a high-level beast that allows them to disrupt the mana around their surrounding with a roar.

The skill was very troublesome in the sense that none of the mages would be able to cast their spell when the roar hits them. Worse, the backlash that comes from having your magic disrupted, is similar to suffering a severe blow for a mage.

Blake’s eye became grave when he heard those words, he now understood the severity of facing a beast multiple levels above them. With Frida’s magic out of the picture, they lost a marginal amount of their firepower.

“Go to the backlines and rest… leave the rest to..” before Blake could complete his sentence, Frida vehemently shook her head in denial.

“Are you stupid? With me gone, who will deal damage to it. If you are the wall that stands before our enemy like a mountain, then I’m the cannon that brings them to their knees. Don’t worry, I don’t think it can use the same skill again and again. It must have a long cooldown… trust me” she asserted looking straight in his eyes.

Blake contemplated for a while and decided to leave her to her own devices. Her presence was something that even he couldn’t fill in this guild and if she were to step down at this point, the void that she would left would be too big for any of them to cover.

He arranged a group of [Sword Masters] to guard her while she rests and joined the frontlines. After the previous attack, it was clear that if they want to defeat this beast, they would have to do so physically, magical attacks on the level of novice tier and short-area intermediate magic were mostly useless against it.

Unless it is a powerful large area magic that takes a long time to prepare, it is unlikely to be enough to pierce its defences.

There was no need for him to worry about the mages in the rear guard as they had Kody backing and healing them. Clearing his mind and setting his sights on the entity in front of him, Blake stood between the entity and his teammates who were behind him.

Ever since the beast appeared in front of them, it did not move an inch from its place. It wasn’t because the entity did not have the leeway or was forced by them into a corner, it was simply because there was no need for it do so in the first place.

From its point of view, they must look so weak that it did not even have to move to deal with the lots of them. However, now that most of the mages were down, if it wanted to attack or make its move it would be now.

Blake along with the other warriors stood in an arrowhead formation with their shields raised, their attitude seems to say that no matter what they wouldn’t move from there.

As if to mock their resolution, the entity neighed once, scraped the ground with its foreleg and charged towards them. Its charge was neither fast nor strong but for some reason, the moment the entity charged the entire aura around it changed.

It was a very drastic transition and was witnessed by all of them. The moment when the beast was about to collide with their formation, they saw all saw it, an illusory image of a humongous mighty being that looked somewhat similar to the warhorse, appeared overhead.

BANG…with a powerful force of a battering train, the warhorse crashed into them. A heavy dull thuds of metals colliding and bones breaking, rang out followed by miserable screams of many adventurers.

The warriors that tried to stop the charge of the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse was sent flying and rolling on the floor crying. Their shields were crushed and their bones shattered into powder after that collision.

Those that observed the scene from the rear, were astounded by the scene that lay in front of them. They who knew how reliable and sturdy their teammates were, couldn’t believe the outcome. These [Sword Master] classes were specifically buffed with high defence and Strength stats that made them as sturdy as a boulder.

Classes like that were ideal to be the tanks of any team; nevertheless, these trusty teammates of theirs, did not even last a move against the beast in front of them. Slowly, an invisible fear started creeping into their hearts and started affecting their minds.

NEEEIIIGGGHH… the Bloodthorn Demonic warhorse marvelled at the result of its actions before shifting its gaze towards the backlines. It repeated the same action of scraping the ground with its foreleg before starting its charge once again.

The backlines which have lost the protection of their vanguards, started panicking the moment they saw the entity charge at them.

“Miss Frida what should we do?!” the mages asked the woman in front of them who was one of the pillars of their guild. To their surprise, the woman fearlessly stood in her place and started chanting her spell-like a beautiful hymn.

There was no worry on her face nor was there any kind of anxiousness, only a calm focused expression could be seen on her face. The same went for their one and only Light magic user Kody who cast his healing spells on the warriors on the frontline.

Due to them being disarrayed by an intangible sinister force, they failed to realise that amongst the warriors, there was one more person who was yet to go down.

“HIYAAAAAAHHH” With a loud spirited shout, a man with flaky red hair and donning an crimson armour stood between the entity and them. His back was wide enough to give people a sense of assurance and protection. The man was none other than the guild master of their guild, Blake Gunvald.

Blake who stood in front of the Bloodthorn Demonic warhorse felt the incredulous power behind its charge. The clash earlier where all of their front-liners were sent flying, was still fresh on his mind and that is why this time he did not dare to hold back any of his power.

“Super Enhanced Strength, Super Enhanced Defence, Super enhanced Endurance, Harden Skin, Greater Shield Guard, Fortress, Body Enhancement, Scorching Armour… [Fortification]” Activating all of his skills, Blake stood still like a mountain unwilling to move.

His class [Crimson Guard] allowed him to tank a large number of hits and his defence was second to none in the city of Mountmend, matching evenly with Chuck.

His skills bolstered his already superior defence and even if it was someone hundreds of levels above him, they would at least need to spend some effort to bypass his defence. That was how abnormal his defence stat had become.

Therefore, it was only natural for Blake to think that he could at least stop its charge. From the corner of his eyes he could see Frida and the other mages channelling their magic and preparing to attack.

If he could stop the charge of the beast, he had no doubt in his mind that his comrades would be able to damage it. However, what he didn’t know was that standing in the path of Bloodthorn Demonic warhorse’s charge was extremely foolish.

Even beasts multiple levels higher than it wouldn’t dare to stand before it when it charged, forget about a human multiple levels below it. While it may be true that the warhorse was plentiful strength with its magic and defence, its true power lay withing those explosive six legs of it which were like the most powerful engine.

Once its charge began, there was only one outcome.

THUD..THUD…THUD

When the galloping sound of the warhorse rang out, the fearful cries of monsters as they hid themselves deep within the forest could be heard.

Blake who was standing at the path of its charge, at this moment felt the shadow of death grasping his body. Perspiration trickled down his face and seconds before they collided, the man realised how foolish his decision was.

A powerful force so brutish and ridiculous that it crushed every bone in his body, hit him making him lose his consciousness immediately. He was just like a twig in front of a car unable to stop its rush.

BANG… CRACK… an extremely dull sound echoed out followed by a man being sent airborne and crashing onto the ground limply.

SILENCE~

A stifling silence descended onto the area where the adventurers were. Their eyes opened wide at the incredulous, non-sensical scene that unfolded in front of their eyes. ‘Impossible’ that was the only word revolving around their heads.

The guild master, who they all thought would be able to easily tank the charge of the beast, and whose defence was stronger than anyone they knew, was defeated just like that. How could they believe such a scene?

Many of them even rubbed their eyes thinking that they were hallucinating and all of this was just an illusion. But no matter how much they rubbed their eyes and reject the possibility, the evidence was right in front of them.

Blake Gunvald was lying on the floor bleeding heavily with his armour and shield broken.

NEEIGHH… the roar of the beast woke them up from their daze, it’s simple shout was enough to disturb their frame of mind.