Ashen Dragon

Tur was left numb in his palms by the vibrating impact, the Long-handled Hammer indented almost slipping from his grip, while his opponent remained unmoved, looking relaxed.

"Such great strength!"

The experienced Dwarf commander immediately frowned, muttering to himself that this was bad.

Let it be known, this was his full-powered strike, using a heavy weapon like the Long-handled Hammer, yet the opponent blocked it with ease.

This only meant one thing—the strength of the Beastman Warrior in front of him far surpassed him, and could even crush him.

Thinking of this, Tur instantly regretted his reckless tactics driven by anger, as he moved the Long-handled Hammer downward, trying to smash the opponent's hand.

The hammerhead and the Double-headed Axe shaft frictioned fiercely, causing sparks to scatter.

"Hehe…."

However, Monk merely grinned, showing his yellowed sharp teeth; the black cloth on his face suddenly ripped apart, and a streak of blood light flashed across his empty eye sockets.

As the mighty "Gush's Eye", his blind eye possessed many unique abilities, allowing him to see what he could not.

"Not good!"

Seeing the blood light, the Dwarf's expression turned to one of shock, a soul-deep tremor of fear making him lose control over his body.

In an instant, visions of mountains of Dwarf corpses and blood-soaked Aivendel flashed in his mind.

However, in that moment of distraction, Monk swiftly retracted his Double-headed Axe, causing the Dwarf's body to stumble forward.

By the time Tur fully regained his senses, Monk had already swung the Double-headed Axe in a semi-circular arc through the air.

The blade, soaked in blood, swung down with a bloody wind, leaving the Dwarf with a chilling feeling at his throat.

"Swish—"

Blood spurted from his neck like a surging fountain, Tur's headless body "thumped" down on its knees, then fell forwards.

Monk, holding the Dwarf head by its braided hair, nodded in satisfaction, oblivious to the blood covering him: "Such a Dwarf, might just be worthy enough to offer to the Father God."

Thus fell the commander of "Beastman Tombstone", the Dwarf Hero who had once killed Fire Giants alone, almost powerless and now slain by a Beastman.

The Dwarves still fighting on the city walls, seeing their brother-like hero dead, were instantly filled with rage and grief.

"Tur is dead!"

"Quick, let's surround and kill that damned Beastman, and retrieve Tur's head!"

"The breed tainted with Gush's filthy blood, dares to insult our kinsman's corpse, kill him!"

"He's alone, let's get him together, even if it costs our lives we must avenge Tur!"

Urged by Tur's head, the remaining Dwarf Warriors gathered, encircling Monk.

Their faces distressed, eyes reddening, wishing to tear the Beastman to pieces.

"Quick, assist Lord Monk!"

"These filthy Dwarves want to surround Lord Monk! Beastmen, exterminate them all!"

The surrounding Beastman Warriors also wanted to join the battle, but Monk gestured them to stay away, his blood-covered fierce face revealing an excited smile.

"No, don't come over, I want to fully enjoy this taste…"

"Hahaha, do you hate me? I love seeing your eyes filled with immense hatred yet unable to kill me!"

Monk toyed with the Dwarf head in his hand, squeezing its bearded chin, making the mouth open and close as if speaking.

"What's the name of this dwarf again? Oh right, Tur.

Dwarves, look, Tur is speaking—he's saying—you bunch of trash, not one dares to avenge him! Hahaha!"

Seeing the hero's head being so insulted and toyed with, the Dwarf Warriors could no longer bear it.

"Kill him!"

"That damn Beastman mongrel, I'll crush him flat!"

The Dwarves raised their Warhammer and Round Shield, roaring as they charged forward, the dozens of Dwarf Warriors completely hemming Monk in.

However, Monk casually tossed aside the head, gripped his Beastman Double-headed Axe with both hands, and excitedly yelled, "Bring it on!"

"Swish—"

Monk swung his axe with all his force, creating a fierce blade storm around him, dozens of Dwarf Warriors getting caught in it.

The roaring of blades cutting through the air, the clanging of armor being shredded, the hissing of flesh being sliced continued to sound.

Followed by the piercing screams of the Dwarves, the cries of the survivors, and the slight noise of spraying blood.

In just a few breaths, those dozens of surrounding Dwarf Warriors were all slain, none left standing around Monk.

The ground was littered with halves of Dwarf bodies, severed limbs, shattered organs, nearly forming rivers of blood on the city walls.

Monk stepped onto the pile of corpses, raising the head of Dwarf Tur, whose eyes still stared in death, and looked down upon the Beastmen who had now overrun the entire city wall.

"My brethren!

Ahead lies Aivendel, the Dwarven King City!

Continue the assault, the great Father God Gush is watching us! We shall use the heads and blood of the Dwarves—to offer sacrifices to the Father God!"

In Monk's remaining eye, full of devotion, he raised the Dwarf head with both hands toward the sky.

"Bang!"

The fresh head suddenly burst open, transforming into an undefined blood mist, forming a One-eyed shape in mid-air.

This represented their Divine being—the great One-eyed God Gush gladly accepted the offering!.