Chapter 139: March To Hetin Town

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: March To Hetin Town

Their arrival immediately changed the atmosphere around the dungeon entrance.

Unlike the Gravefang Beasts and Graveveil Wardens, the Cryptblade Sentinels moved with the discipline of trained soldiers. Their blackened armor reflected the faint light, while the cold blue flames burning inside their eye sockets made them look like an army of ancient warriors returning from the dead.

Each Sentinel carried a dark sword, and their footsteps remained surprisingly orderly as they marched out of the dungeon. The newly recruited fifteen units had joined the original group, bringing their total number to thirty.

They soon gathered in formation behind the other undead forces.

The monsters of the Ancient Ruins emerged next.

The remaining undead creatures continued marching out, filling the area around the entrance with an increasingly intimidating presence. What had once been a quiet stretch of land surrounding the dungeon was now occupied by hundreds of monsters.

The Goblin Shaman emerged first, carrying its crooked staff. Its small body was covered in dark robes, and the magical stones hanging around its neck swayed with every step. Behind it came the two Hobgoblin Warriors, each considerably larger than an ordinary goblin. Their muscular bodies were covered in crude armor, and their enormous weapons rested firmly in their hands.

And yet, the procession wasn’t over.

Two enormous figures eventually appeared from the depths of the second floor.

The first was the Gravehorn Reaper, its gigantic skeletal body towering above the surrounding monsters. Its twisted black horns resembled the branches of a dead tree, while the dark purple flame burning inside its exposed chest flickered ominously. Every step it took caused the ground beneath its hooves to tremble.

The second was the Grave Sovereign.

Unlike the monstrous appearance of the Gravehorn Reaper, the Grave Sovereign possessed a more humanoid form. It wore black burial armor, and a crown of broken bones rested upon its head. In one hand, it carried an enormous executioner’s blade, while an oppressive death energy surrounded its entire body.

Both were mini-bosses of the second floor, and their presence alone was enough to make the surrounding monsters appear insignificant.

The two mini-bosses stopped after emerging from the dungeon, taking their positions among the assembled forces.

By then, the area outside the entrance had become crowded with monsters.

However, there were still three figures who had yet to appear.

Several moments later, two beautiful women finally emerged from the enormous doorway.

The first was Kaelira.

Her beautiful appearance and composed expression contrasted sharply with the monstrous creatures surrounding her. Her golden eyes swept across the assembled army, and her long hair moved slightly as she stepped forward.

Beside her was Veyra, whose red eyes carried a faint hint of amusement. Unlike the monsters around them, the two women possessed human-like intelligence and could understand and communicate with one another.

Finally, Ragnar appeared.

His enormous four-meter-tall demonic body immediately attracted everyone’s attention. His muscular frame was covered in obsidian and crimson armor, while his backward-curving horns and glowing eyes made his already imposing appearance even more terrifying. The massive demonic greatsword on his back further emphasized his overwhelming presence.

The moment he stepped outside the dungeon, every monster in the surrounding area reacted.

The Goblins lowered their heads.

The Skeleton Warriors dropped to one knee.

The Gravefang Beasts lowered their heads and bodies, while the Graveveil Wardens bowed their masked faces.

Even the enormous Gravehorn Reaper lowered its skeletal head, and the Grave Sovereign knelt with its executioner’s blade resting against the ground.

The thirty Cryptblade Sentinels simultaneously lowered their swords.

Hundreds of monsters bowed toward Ragnar.

It was an extraordinary sight.

The creatures that had once occupied separate territories throughout the dungeon were now gathered together, all acknowledging the same master.

Ragnar stood before them, looking down at the assembled army.

He had already expected this reaction, but seeing so many monsters gathered in one place still gave him a sense of satisfaction.

Four hundred monsters.

That was the total number of creatures currently under his command, including the ordinary monsters, elite monsters, mini-bosses, and the first floor’s boss.

Ragnar’s gaze slowly swept across the army.

The majority of them were ordinary monsters, but the presence of the stronger creatures made the entire force considerably more dangerous. The Gravehorn Reaper and Grave Sovereign were particularly intimidating, while the Cryptblade Sentinels provided a more disciplined fighting force.

Behind him, Kaelira looked at the assembled monsters.

"My lord, all the forces have gathered. There are no monsters remaining inside the dungeon."

Veyra also glanced toward the army.

"Four hundred monsters. That’s quite a number. I wonder how the humans will react when they see this."

Ragnar smiled faintly.

"They’ll probably panic."

Ragnar raised one hand.

The surrounding monsters remained motionless, waiting for their master’s command.

"Listen carefully. Our destination is Hetin Town."

He paused for a moment before lowering his hand and pointing toward the settlement.

"March!"

ROOOOAAARRR!

The monsters released a deafening chorus of roars and growls.

The Gravefang Beasts howled, the giant bats screeched, and the goblins raised their crude weapons. The undead remained silent, but their hollow eye sockets burned with cold blue flames as they began moving forward.

The enormous Gravehorn Reaper stomped its hooves against the ground, while the Grave Sovereign lifted its executioner’s blade.

Then, all four hundred monsters began marching.

The ground trembled beneath their countless footsteps.

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Inside Hetin Town, the atmosphere had become extremely tense.

The news of the Dungeon Outbreak had spread throughout the settlement, sending its inhabitants into a state of panic. Merchants hurriedly closed their shops, ordinary residents rushed to their homes, and families gathered their belongings before searching for somewhere safe to hide.

The town’s streets, which had once been filled with people going about their daily activities, were now almost deserted.

At the town square near the main gate, Mayor Cedric stood before a gathering of soldiers and adventurers. His expression was unusually serious as he looked toward the distant forest where the dungeon was located.

Beside him stood the captain of Hetin’s soldiers, a Level 35 Warrior.

The captain was a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing sturdy steel armor. A longsword hung from his waist, and a scar ran along the side of his face. He had served as the town’s military commander for many years, and his experience had earned him the respect of the soldiers under his command.