This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 148 - 136 Insane Devouring Insane Evolution
Chapter 148: Chapter 136: Insane Devouring, Insane Evolution
Chapter 148 -136: Insane Devouring, Insane Evolution
Hoffman Ironfist paced anxiously back and forth within the castle.
Since dispatching the Captain of the Imperial Guards to deliver the gold coins, he had started to feel a bit uneasy, a sensation that was preposterous and illogical.
First off, the Hell Believers had no reason to strike at the Dwarves; those who worshipped Hell weren’t fearless of death, and would only stir trouble if they were sure to survive.
Having already offended the Elf Tribe, to further provoke the Dwarves would not only hasten the end of the war due to their shared hatred of the common foe but would also cut off their own escape.
So logically speaking, this group of Hell Believers wouldn’t cause trouble.
After taking the money, they should have fled.
And for safety’s sake, Hoffman Ironfist had dispatched his own Captain of the Imperial Guards, who would have had no problem escaping even if he stumbled upon an ambush, with the capabilities of a Legendary Aura Knight.
Moreover, with so many Dwarf Iron Guards, even if they encountered the Gates of Hell, they should still…
Hoffman Ironfist continuously consoled himself, reflecting that if he were still a general leading troops, he would have flatly refused this trade, as waging war sometimes required trust in one’s instincts, with all surprise tactics playing against logic.
But after becoming the King’s Hand, Hoffman Ironfist had turned into a politician. As a politician, he could only analyze problems logically because oftentimes they were a game of interests, not just thinking about how to win a war, but also considering the implications of victory and defeat.
This time, Hoffman Ironfist miscalculated.
When the roar of a giant dragon came from the edge of the sky, Hoffman Ironfist walked in astonishment to the top of the palace, wanting to confirm if he had heard wrong.
Then, a pile of Dwarven heads, with their gory blood, fell from the sky, painting the palace’s rooftop red.
Amid these Dwarven heads, Hoffman Ironfist found his own Captain of the Imperial Guards whose bulging eyes seemed to still hold reluctance and fear, as if he had encountered something dreadful before his death that left him with such an expression.
A Legendary Aura Knight had perished just like that, along with dozens of Dwarf Iron Guards.
That massive shadow in the sky was circling, seemingly ready to pounce towards Hoffman Ironfist at any moment.
What logic, what interests, what games—they all turned into jokes at this moment. These Hell Believers had actually gone mad, senselessly killing the envoy Hoffman Ironfist had sent to deliver the money.
Not only that, but they also beheaded all the Dwarves and threw their heads here as a provocation. This act was sheer lunacy, a meaningless slaughter.
From above, mockingly, a roar resonated: “Hoffman Ironfist… you might as well change your name to Hoffman Useless, not even daring to show your face before me, sending such trash to die. Hahaha, no wonder the Dwarves are going extinct!”
Enraged, Hoffman Ironfist clenched his only remaining fist; he couldn’t be “cautious” anymore.
“Fool, you will die by my hand!”
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A stream of air circulated around Hoffman Ironfist, and his body swiftly lifted into the air, soaring toward the heavens like a hawk.
This was not the effect of an ordinary Flight Spell, but a Flight Spell combined with a Martial Monk’s “qi.”
Before becoming the King’s Hand, Hoffman Ironfist was the most formidable warrior among the Dwarves and the only general who could face the armies of the Laine Empire head-on.
Many years ago, he had already reached the Legendary Rank, and his profession was—Martial Monk.
A Legendary Monk could run up walls perpendicular to the ground faster than others on flat terrain, and could even leap into the air by stepping on it.
With agility to such a degree, ordinary flight spells were almost like free flight to a Legendary Monk.
Transformed into a bird, Hoffman Ironfist broke through the clouds, only to find he wasn’t facing a Half-Dragon, but a true dragon.
This dragon was slightly small, only five or six meters long from head to tail, with disproportionately large wings.
But it was indeed a dragon, with no human traits in sight.
This creature, compared to the one from the communications, had evolved again?
Hoffman Ironfist, however, wasn’t concerned with that; he stepped on the air, shooting toward the young dragon like a cannonball.
As he neared, two surges of qi burst from his fists, turning into serpentine flames.
Fire Snake Fang!
The Martial Monk’s intangible qi could manifest as tangible elements, causing damage akin to magical effects.
Hoffman Ironfist’s attack was too fast, without any warning, and Geronimo, transformed into a dragon, could not dodge it; he was bitten on the neck by the fire snake.
A sharp pain made Geronimo’s body twitch.
The fire snake’s searing heat couldn’t damage his dragon scales, but the qi attached to it felt like a heavy blow.
But this was just the beginning; after a hit landed, the winds swirling around Hoffman Ironfist intensified, further boosting his speed, as he flew directly at Geronimo.
The Dwarven warrior wrapped his short legs around Geronimo’s dragon horns, his fists pounding Geronimo’s head like a tempest.
A Martial Monk’s fists were faster than an Elf Ranger’s arrows.
A competent Martial Monk could unleash six full-force punches in a second, and a Legendary Monk could explode a giant dragon’s head within a second.
Unfortunately for Hoffman Ironfist, he had only half a second.
Twenty-six qi-charged punches landed on Geronimo’s head, shattering his dragon scales and fracturing his skull, almost turning the brain inside to mush.
