Chapter 688: Chapter 712: Block the Enemy

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Just then, the long-awaited Warhammer finally arrived. Bruto charged to the rear of the Demon, swinging the Warhammer with all his might at the Demon’s backward-bent knee. The hard carapace was especially vulnerable under the blunt-force Warhammer, and with one strike, the Dwarf knocked the Demon off balance, causing its nearly certain hit to miss Lancelot by a wide margin.

Another petite figure drifted down from the air like a falling leaf, her iron club glowing dark red as it spun rapidly like a windmill, finally landing precisely on the unsuspecting Demon’s head. Lancelot just turned around, dodging the yellow-green brain matter that spurted from the humanoid mantis, but Bruto wasn’t so lucky–he was drenched in the disgusting pus, and half of the Demon’s skull cap landed on his Helmet.

“Damn it!” Bruto flung the sticky keratinous piece far away, “That’s disgusting, ugh…”

“Hehe, sorry, sorry!” Jing’s voice came from above, already hanging from the ceiling again, “Watch your back!”

The Dwarf quickly turned around and saw three giant Bone Demons charging towards him, swinging their scythe pikes, clearly having recovered from the blinding effect. Lancelot was already engaged in combat with another Demon, and the monkey girl was skilled in flanking and stealth attacks, so Bruto knew he was on his own now.

“Go help Lancelot!”

With his stance ready for combat, the Dwarf shouted without even looking up. He could manage facing one Bone Demon, but facing three at once, Bruto could only hope that Lancelot would finish his opponent quickly to come to his aid.

He raised his Shield to the height of his nose and stared intently at the approaching foes.

Bone Demons might be one of the most terrifying forms of Demons, nearly twice the size of Bruto, looking like giant Zombies stripped of skin, with four semi-transparent insect-like wings on their backs and a scorpion-like tail. Despite their staggering steps and disheveled appearance, the Bone Demons looked injured but their scythe pikes were still dangerous and deadly.

The Demon’s scythe pike was a long-handled weapon with a curved blade similar to a fishhook that could be used for stabbing as well as slashing, combining both types of attack–once the curved blade hooked its target, it would drag them back like a speared fish, whereupon the Bone Demons would inject their lethal venom using their scorpion-like tails.

Although they faced only a single small Dwarf, the three Bone Demons still displayed a high degree of synergy. As they entered the attack range, they slightly adjusted their rhythm, then simultaneously thrust their frosty pike heads, attacking from angles that made it impossible for the Dwarf to block all at once.

Bruto’s response was simple; if the small Shield couldn’t block it, then it was time to switch to a larger one.

The Dwarf let out a feral roar, activating the power of Titan’s Blood within him. His eyes lit up with a piercing red glow, and his body rapidly expanded to match the height of a Bone Demon in almost an instant, though his bulk made him look much sturdier compared to the skeletal frame of the Demon. More importantly, every piece of his equipment, including his helmet, breastplate, leg guards, boots, warhammer, and shield, were all engraved with Runes that allowed them to change size in sync with the bearer, so he no longer had to strip off all his gear before transforming.

The Demon’s attacks were blocked by the Dwarf’s door-sized giant shield, and the next second his counterattack was on its way. The warhammer, now as big as a chair, spun terrifyingly and slammed into a Bone Demon like a meteor, causing it to collapse like a brick wall, its shattered bones scattering everywhere.

“Piece of cake!” the Dwarf roared joyfully, “Who’s next!”

He was evidently too quick to celebrate, as the other two Bone Demons showed no sign of faltering at their companion’s demise. The scythe-bladed pikes that had just bounced off the shield shot out like lightning once again, this time easily bypassing the shield and hooking onto the Dwarf’s back.

To be fair, Bruto’s increased size made him an easier target for his enemies, and the Dwarf still lacked a bit of combat experience. His armor still served its purpose, but the tips of the scythes found the small gaps in his armor. Bruto felt a piercing pain in his back that even caused his consciousness to briefly falter, and the next instant, he found himself pulled in front of the Demon, red spiked tails poised to strike him.

But just as Lancelot had supported him earlier, Bruto now also received aid from his comrades. Alamir, bathed in light as bright as the full moon and looking like a warrior blessed by the gods, rode down directly on the head of a Bone Demon. The gold-cast spiked hammer in his hands smashed the Bone Demon’s skull in, while an Elf with a shield easily blocked the incoming spiked tails.

Tanya, unlike the conspicuous Elf Priest, wielded her pitch-black pike in a low-key manner. As she swung it, it moved like a dancing shadow, yet its sharpness was on par with any divine weapon. The Bone Demon’s tail dropped off silently, its owner failing to realize instantly that it had lost its tail, the short stub left desperately swinging forward in a comical fashion.

“Good timing!!!” the Dwarf shouted in a pained grunt, throwing his body forward recklessly to break free from the scythe’s hold. He tossed aside his shield and warhammer and violently charged at the Bone Demon whose tail had been severed, toppling the now unbalanced foe to the ground. Then he swung his frying-pan-sized fists, crazily smashing into the skull-like head of the Bone Demon.

By the time he hit the tenth blow, the Titan Transformation wore off, and his body started shrinking back to its original size, but by then the Demon’s head beneath him had turned into a pot of spilled thick soup on the ground.

A hand clapped onto his back, then lifted him up. Bruto, catching his breath, turned around to find Lancelot looking at him with a face full of concern.

“You lost a lot of blood out your back,” the Human Knight explained, “Sorry, I should have come over to help you sooner…”

“Hey, no worries, just a scratch!” the Dwarf tried to make a carefree face, but the attempt turned into a twisted and bizarre expression because of the pain, “Aaagh… damn it… feels like it reached the bone…”

“Better take your armor off and let Alamir treat you properly,” Lancelot shook his head resignedly, “We’re lucky, none heard the noise in this room.”