Belief power is not only supplied through devout belief, but also through extreme fear and hatred, which is also a form of faith.

The Earth Cave Spiders in the Weaving Shadow Nest fear the Demon King's might and praise his generosity and magnanimity.

They first have to imagine a concrete concept in their minds, then they can infuse it with the belief called praise, allowing that imaginary might to draw closer to reality.

On the other hand, the humiliated Earth Dragons harbor deep-seated hatred towards the Demon King.

They constantly depict the Demon King's evil in their subconscious and inject it with the belief called hatred.

This gives them a common enemy in their indignation, but it also diverts some of the faith that should have been contributed to the Dragon God to their enemy.

Even an Evil God is still a god.

And naturally, myths about Evil Gods are still myths.

The weak Demon King does not deserve to be the Dragon God's enemy, but their faith, strong as steel, grants this possibility.

Even if this possibility is as minimal as a feather on a giant.

The omnipresent opportunity to make wishes indiscriminately responds to the desires in people's hearts.

And this is probably the most terrifying and illogical aspect of this world.

In the depths of the first floor of the labyrinth, an aged Priest and a young Temple Warrior are leading a vast army on the march.

Clearly, they are unaware of the loud resonance effect produced by marching in unison in the narrow labyrinth.

The earth-shattering commotion unsurprisingly alerted those living on the surface, especially those who also just went through a battle and are like frightened birds at the moment.

Lurking in the corner of the labyrinth.

An experienced adventurer skillfully casts a wind-based Insight Technique, attempting to observe the Lizardman army's movements.

However, by unfortunate coincidence, standing before him is Morrag, the first High Priest of the Earth Dragon clan.

Proficient in Dragon Language Magic and possessing steel-level strength, he is best at imparting various statuses and countering various elemental magic!

"Vermin!"

Morrag chants in Dragon Language, his round eyes glaring into the air, as if shooting a golden light from his amber pupils. In an instant, he shatters the black iron-level spell.

"Ahhh!!!"

The Scout casting the Insight Technique is caught off-guard, his eyes bursting blood vessels and weeping blood, as he kneels to the ground in agony, clutching his eyes.

Seeing their companion's terrible state, the adventurers immediately change color.

"Shu'er!"

"Damn... It's Dragon Language Magic! Must be those lizards!"

Although they have not gathered specific intelligence on the army, one thing is unquestionable.

It's the Demon King's troops!

No mistake!

"Retreat!!"

A confrontation between armies is the business of regular troops, not for them, mere adventurers, and even less for foreigners with no interest in such thankless work.

Carrying their wounded comrade, the group quickly runs towards the position of Silver Pine Town's militia.

At this moment, Captain Adela is commanding the militia to set up barricades and obstacles in the corridors of the labyrinth.

Beyond that, former miners among the militia are also embedding explosives in wooden crates used as roadblocks.

Seeing the adventurers running back from the front, Adela immediately asks loudly.

"What's the situation up ahead?"

The adventurer carrying the injured shouts back.

"It's the Demon King's troops! They're coming!"

The word "Demon King" causes Adela's palms to sweat profusely, nearly losing grip on his knife.

But remembering that this is just the vanguard and that a larger force is behind, he still musters all his courage to stand firm on the line.

"Form up! Prepare for battle!"

The militia, who were setting up obstacles, immediately abandon their half-assembled barricades and rush back to their ranks at top speed.

Just then, the Lizardman Scouts, following the injured adventurers, reach the front of the formation.

Upon seeing the neatly arranged line of infantry, the Lizardman Scouts are taken aback.

Initially, the noises up ahead made them think it was the Demon King's troops, but unexpectedly, it turns out to be humans from the surface who have come to fight loyally!

There's no time to hesitate!

As he sees the opponents, the human Transcendent standing in the ranks equally spots his presence.

"Enemy attack!"

The platoon leader of the first row draws his saber without hesitation and immediately gives the command to attack.

"Fire!"

Pop, pop, pop!!

Boiling flames burst forth instantly, spewing smoke and flames into the corridors ahead!

The several Lizardman Scouts rushing into the passageway are torn apart, riddled with lead shot to the point of being turned into sieves, falling to the ground without even a chance to cry out.

Excellent!

Watching the pitiable state of the Demon King's minions, Adela, who had been somewhat uncertain, regains his confidence immediately.

He clenches his fists tightly, drying the sweat in his palms, raises his saber, and roars loudly.

"First row, fall back!"

"Second row, prepare!"

The first row of militiamen immediately turn around and retreat to the back of the line, while the second row, armed with rifles, swiftly takes their place.

Their training is quite good.

Although they don't match up to regular troops, no one dares slack off during usual training knowing they're sitting on such a big powder keg.

As Adela anxiously waits for the next wave of assault, the Earth Dragon clan's High Priest Morrag is completely stunned by the intensive gunfire.

It's not just Morrag.

The Temple Warrior Zerick standing beside him also shows a grave expression.

"Are those people from Duke Campbell?"

As one of the myriad minions of the former Demon King, he of course had heard of the noble Campbell's formidable reputation.

It was said that the human who wielded a lance was like a celestial deity descending upon the battlefield, and with just one strike, he obliterated Reggie Dragon along with his personal guard, leaving not even leftovers!

Although standing here was only the servant of that human, those fellows holding the burning sticks clearly should not be underestimated!

"Likely so," Morrag frowned, a hint of apprehension surfacing in his amber pupils.

Why was the human army here?

And—

Why exactly at this time?!

Even if Morrag racked his brains, he couldn't understand; those humans were not after him at all. They just happened to assemble a large army during this sensitive time when the labyrinth was plagued with the undead, and he just so happened to be caught in their crosshairs.

However, even if both parties vaguely guessed this might be a misunderstanding, there was no stopping the developments at this point.

Adela, hoping for a quick accolade and reassignment, wouldn't admit it was a misunderstanding, nor negotiate with the Demon King's minions, and definitely wouldn't turn his back on the monsters.

Morrag too couldn't stop, for blood debt was both their belief and their culture.

Blame those humans who shouldn't have stood in their way on the path of revenge.

Two trains heading towards each other collided fiercely in the narrow labyrinth.

Neither side would give in.

And there was absolutely no reason to!

After confirming the scouts' casualties, Morrag recited the Dragon Language Spell, endowing the vanguard troops with Reflective Scale Armor while issuing the order to charge.

"Go, my children! The Dragon God will grant you an invincible body!"

Fifty Lizardman Warriors wielding dual blades quickened their pace, charging forward. While sprinting at top speed, they drew their bows, relying on agile movements and a barrage of rapid arrows to cover them as they navigated the littered terrain, striking at the human soldiers' position with lightning speed!

"Fire!"

Adela decisively issued the order to fire, and a round of crackling gunfire erupted simultaneously.

Explosive flashes flickered again, the tumultuous bullet storm raining down upon the charging Lizardman Hunters.

But this time it was different than before.

While many Lizardmen showed painful expressions as they were shot and fell, even more forcibly withstood those potentially fatal wounds!

"It's the Lizardman Priests!"

"Foul sorcery!"

Adela cursed, immediately reaching for the pendant on his chest and activating the Barrier of Wind.

Almost at the same moment, a rain of noisy arrows flew towards them, felling a swath of militiamen in just a few breaths.

The priests sent from the town church to provide support immediately cast Holy Light to heal, but just as the soft light began to shine upon the militia's position, the charging Lizardmen had already stormed over!

Swift scimitars and sharp teeth immediately brought a whirlwind of blood and carnage to the militia's ranks.

However—

These militiamen weren't pushovers.

Despite facing the formidable Lizardmen, they didn't turn and run but instead rapidly fixed their bayonets and stood shoulder to shoulder with their neighbors, forming a human wall to engage in a bloody melee against the leading Lizardman troops.

"Don't use Holy Light! Dispel their foul magics first!" Adela, the sheriff, roared at the priest still casting Holy Light, almost swearing in his reprimand.

However, the old priests didn't take it personally and calmly changed their spells, using the holy light to dispel the greasy, reflective shine of the lizardmen's skin.

As the reflective scale armor was dispelled, the group of scimitar-wielding lizardman warriors immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Especially those who had ventured too deeply, they were instantly stabbed into bloody holes by the frenzied blades.

But just at that moment, the second wave of the lizardman army had already charged onto the battlefield.

Seeing the immense force, Adela knew that the main troops had arrived, so she resolutely waved her military saber, dispatching the adventurer's assault team to finish off the enemy while covering the retreat of the injured militia.

At the same time, a new firing squad had already completed their shooting preparations in the rear.

Looking at the adventurers who had all pulled back, Adela once again issued the command to attack.

"Fire!"

The light from explosions and the dust from smoke once again filled the entire corridor, as a flood of flesh and blood collided with roars, quickly turning into a fierce close-quarters battle.

The High Priest of the Earth Dragon clan chanted spells in the Dragon language, and the bloodthirsty lizardmen launched wave after wave of charges.

The militia, bathed in holy light, stood their ground with bayonets in hand, while under their officer's command, they fired in turns, suppressing the lizardman hunters drawing bows from behind.

At this moment, the killing officially began, with limbs and severed heads flying through the air!

Both sides possessed Transcendents, and both were also blessed by divine protection!

The scene of gore not only shocked the adventurers present but also the three skeleton soldiers riding spiders nearby.

Qianli's expression was tense, involuntarily clenching her fists that rested on the spider's head.

Although she had played her fair share of gory games, the realism of this game still made her wonder involuntarily... Was this explicit violence really okay?

Wouldn't it corrupt the children?

They shouldn't... be giving activation codes to kids, right?

Baili, on the other hand, was shouting exclamations like "damn" and "awesome," appearing to be of unsophisticated cultural refinement.

Wanli, standing between the two, had a burning ambition in his eyes, ignited by the soul fire named ambition.

Indeed, he hadn't misjudged—

This was the game he had been searching for all along!

The feeling of commanding troops and shouting, "If you're my brother, come and strike me"... he hadn't felt it for far too long!

Dragon Roaming Baili looked at him.

"Boss, how long do you think they'll keep fighting?"

Dragon Roaming Wanli shook his head.

"Don't know."

Dragon Roaming Qianli: "Are we just going to wait here?"

Dragon Roaming Wanli didn't speak but turned his head and looked back at the dark corridor behind them.

Two skeleton soldiers were approaching from that direction, Hu Wan and Yiye Zhiqu.

A slight smile formed on his lips.

"Let's first hear what our advisor has to say."

Yiye Zhiqu: "…?"

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