Chapter 178: Three Down, Two to Go.

Chapter 178: Three Down, Two to Go.



Thalor, his pride still unbroken, tried to push himself up. But even as his form flickered weakly, the assassin was too far gone to fight. The relentless barrage from the AC-130 and Velara's attacks had left him drained of both power and energy.

His breath was ragged, and his body twitched with the last remnants of dark magic. Garruk's eyes flickered from Thalor to Velara, and for the first time, there was no arrogance-only a grim realization that they were outmatched.

Velara took a step forward, eyes narrowing. "You're not leaving," she declared coldly, her grip tightening around Stormbreaker. "I won't let you regroup and return stronger."

But Garruk was prepared. His eyes glinted with rage as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. He gripped his axe in one hand, raising the other toward the sky, his voice bellowing as he activated one of his unique skills.

Garruk opened his mouth and suddenly, a deep, primal roar erupted from his throat. The sound wasn't just loud—it was tangible, a shockwave of power that tore through the air like a force of nature.

The intensity of the howl was far beyond anything she had encountered before. The ground beneath her trembled, cracks spidering outward from where Garruk stood.

The shockwave struck her like a physical blow, lifting her from her feet and sending her hurtling backward. The force was immense, far stronger than any normal attack. Velara flew through the air, crashing into a nearby stone wall with a brutal impact. Her armor absorbed much of the blow, but even the Aetherium Plate couldn't fully mitigate the damage. The stone cracked and crumbled behind her, and for a moment, everything went silent.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The AC-130 circled above, but the crew hesitated to fire again, unsure of Velara's position amidst the chaos caused by Garruk's skill.

Garruk, his chest heaving from the exertion of his howl, stepped forward. His eyes flickered toward Thalor, who was barely conscious. "I told you," Garruk growled, his voice edged with frustration. "We retreat now."

Thalor snarled, clenching his fists, but he fell silent under Garruk's stern command. Garruk turned his full attention back to Velara, his gaze narrowing. "You've won this round, dwarf, but don't mistake it for victory. Next time, you won't be so lucky. The next time we meet, it will be your end." His voice rumbled like an oncoming storm, filled with the promise of retribution.

Velara smirked, unphased by his words. "You keep telling yourself that," she replied coolly. "But the next time we meet, I'll be sending you to whatever hell awaits you."

Thalor, still fuming from the provocation, took a step forward, his body shaking with barely contained rage. "I won't forget this insult, Elf! You'll pay for what you've done today!" His voice was strained, his pride refusing to let the insult go unanswered.

Garruk placed a hand on Thalor's shoulder, gripping it tightly, his expression hardening. "We leave now," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Thalor glanced between Garruk and Velara, his hatred clear, but he finally relented, allowing Garruk to pull him back. The two demons began to retreat into the shadows of the mountains, their forms slowly fading as the distance grew.

Velara watched them go, the crackling energy around her warhammer slowly dying down. Her breathing was heavy, her body aching from the Havoc Howl and the fierce battle that had nearly cost her everything. But she had won-for now.

There are still Demon King General in the Dwarven Kingdom, two of them exactly.

Meanwhile, in a somewhat command center of the Dwarven Kingdom. Vincent's earpiece crackled.

"Spooky-1 to Alpha Actual, two targets retreated. I repeat, two targets retreated. One down."

Vincent was satisfied hearing that. "Good work Spooky-1, I'll task you on another firing mission, two Demon King Generals still left in the Dwarven Kingdom. Move quickly into position, over."

"Copy that Alpha Actual, Spooky-1 moving in position."