Battle Between Quasi-Kings

The breach in the city wall was still spreading, with shattered stones and severed monster limbs tumbling down together.

As a group of Frostbound Ice Corpses with terrifying defenses appeared amid the Abyssal Monster tide, their mirror-smooth icy bodies reflected a great deal of magical damage.

The mages' onslaught had begun to weaken.

"Thanks for the effort!"

"Now it's our turn."

A deep, powerful voice descended from the city wall. It was not loud, yet it overwhelmed the roars of countless beasts and the explosions of skills.

The next instant, dozens of iron gates on the inner side of the wall rose at once. Their heavy rumbling merged into one, like the earth itself roaring in fury. Behind the gates, densely packed warriors and adventurers had already formed up. Their surging vitality rose into the air, gathering into a crimson cloud overhead, standing in stark opposition to the abyssal black mist emitted by the monster tide outside the city.

At their head stood a rugged man over three meters tall, dressed in Viking attire and wreathed in berserk battle aura.

The president of the Mormans Berserker Guild—[Mad Soldier] Aesir Reville!

"Kill!"

Aesir gave the order.

The Berserkers were the first to charge out.

The Berserker warriors behind them roared, stripping off their upper armor to reveal bodies covered in runes and scars. A massive axe was clutched in each hand as they shot forward like a pack of burning meteors crashing into the sea of monsters.

With every sweep of their axe blades, the shells of third-tier monsters were like paper, while the claws of fourth-tier monsters were severed cleanly.

One Berserker was swallowed by Demon-Patterned Male Ants spawned by the Demon Ant Queen. In the final second before he was torn apart, he detonated every drop of vitality within