Is It Wrong To Level Up In A Dungeon?

Chapter 30: Conquering The Demons

Then, the true powerhouses arrived.

A massive roar split the air as Tank, the towering beast, charged forward like a living battering ram. His armored bulk tore through the battlefield, shattering the ground beneath his sheer weight. Balak pivoted sharply, his glowing eyes narrowing before he leapt into the air just as Tank's charge annihilated a section of the ruined floor.

Midair, Balak twisted—his greatsword arcing downward, aiming to carve Tank in half.

CLANG!

A blur intercepted the strike. Sparks erupted as Igris met Balak's blade head-on, his longsword locked against the teal greatsword. The two warriors landed in a blur, locking eyes for a split second before breaking apart, vanishing into a deadly exchange of flashing swords.

Igris struck with calculated precision, his movements smooth yet unpredictable. Balak countered with blinding speed, each parry sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. The two blurred figures clashed again and again, exchanging dozens of strikes in mere seconds. The force of their battle sent debris flying, carving trenches into the ground.

Then, an earth-shaking bellow announced the arrival of The Minotaur. The massive beast swung its colossal axe, the sheer weight behind the attack forcing Balak to disengage. The demonkin barely avoided the devastating blow, flipping backward as the axe crashed down, leaving a deep fissure in the ground.

Balak landed with eerie grace—but there was no time to breathe.

A dozen arrows of pure mana streaked toward him, crackling with raw energy. The three mages had finally joined the fray, their spells filling the air with radiant destruction.

Balak's sword flashed in rapid succession—each strike deflecting or shattering the incoming projectiles. Yet even his speed had limits. One firebolt grazed his shoulder, another exploding at his feet and forcing him to stagger back.

That was all Baruka needed.

The shadowy elfman appeared behind Balak in an instant, dual daggers flashing. He moved like a whisper, his blades cutting through the air toward Balak's exposed back.

But the demonkin twisted at the last moment.

CLANG!

Balak spun, his greatsword meeting both daggers in a shower of sparks. A sharp kick followed, sending Baruka skidding backward. But as Balak prepared to pursue—

BOOM!

Tank crashed into him like a living boulder. The sheer force of the impact sent Balak flying, his body slamming through the ruined pillars of the castle floor.

Dust clouded the battlefield. Silence settled for a moment.

Then, a single figure emerged.

Balak staggered to his feet, his once-pristine armor cracked, his flowing blue flames flickering. His teal greatsword trembled in his grip. He had fought off hordes. He had slain countless shadows. But he was alone now.

Igris, Tank, The Minotaur, Baruka, and the three mages stood before him. A force he could no longer overwhelm. The regenerated foot soldiers retreated to defeat any leftover of Vulcan's guards.

Balak exhaled, tightening his grip. Even if defeat was inevitable, he would not fall easily.

With one final roar, the Infernal Juggernaut charged.

Five warriors met him at once.

Steel clashed, the battlefield trembled—

Then silence.