You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

Are you going to leave?

Ron shook his head.

"Cannot withdraw."

"Then let's fight?"

Ron didn't nod.

"We can't fight either."

Viser grew impatient: "What exactly are you trying to do? If you really let them encas the Grayscale in their clothing, this place will become a fiery graveyard!"

So we have to make them think—

"I'm not here."

"Again?" Claudia frowned.

"Are you trying to pull the same trick again?"

“It’s not the same old trick.” Ron stared at the map for a while. “This time they’re surrounding us much more tightly.”

"But it's also heavier."

"Their deployment of so many troops actually gave me an opportunity."

"What opportunity?"

"They sealed off the entire perimeter, leaving the center empty."

Ron drew a thin line on the map, marking the boundary between the Grayscale main mine and the old city.

"We will neither run away nor defend."

“We use the reverse method.”

"Fight your way out of the gray scales."

"You want to break out?" Viser asked in shock.

"No, it's about 'breaking through the heart'."

"The tighter the empire surrounds us, the more I know where their hearts lie."

"They're afraid I'll run away, but what they're really afraid of is that I won't run away."

Two hours later, the Fire Legion was reorganized.

They don't move as a whole.

Instead, it is divided into three branches:

The Bone-Breaking Team walks through the Fire Well, responsible for breaking the Imperial Burial Army's burning path;

The fire-digging soldiers drilled through the ashes and abandoned veins, breaking through the blockade from the empire's blind spots;

The Refining Corps stayed behind to guard the Grayscale, setting up a "luring the king into a trap" formation.

Ron himself was leading the third squad.

This battle is not about risking one's life.

It's a setup that puts the empire in a "I'm doomed" position.

Let them come in headfirst.

Then—the fire formation surrounded them, and they launched a counterattack on the command center.

Claudia looked at the fire diagram, still uneasy: "Your formation is too risky. What if the Empire doesn't fall for it?"

"They will fall for it."

"how do you know?"

Ron turned around, his voice low but his enunciation steady:

"Because the empire fears the Fire King's victory the most."

"But I'm even more afraid that the Fire King will not die."

Day two.

The Imperial besieging legion has completed its blockade, and the three armies are now poised to strike at the heart of the Grayscale's lair.

The Skyhawk Army deployed three types of air-fuel cannons to suppress Wang Yantai, preparing to bombard the main ridge first.

Somo also personally oversaw the formation, and after setting up the battle array, he sat in his temporary tent, looked at the battle plan, and chuckled:

"Greyscale isn't running away, and Ron isn't leaving either. This battle is in the bag."

"Fire three rounds of artillery, then advance the troops."

"Collect Ron's head before tonight."

But he didn't know.

Six miles directly behind him.

An old, fractured bone has been cleared by firefighters.

Ron's other team was approaching the camp from underground, clinging to the fire veins.

At midnight, the first round of air-fuel cannons was launched.

At daybreak, thirty-seven giant craters were blasted into the sky above the Grayscale main mine.

The flames on the Wangyan Terrace had been extinguished by 30%, and Ron did not appear.

The imperial army began its advance, preparing to tighten the encirclement and execute the third phase of the siege of the king.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the Imperial Central Army camp.

The ground shook.

The fuse exploded.

A whole column of fire soldiers was lifted out of the ground—

Charge straight into the rear camp!

In the center of the army camp, Su Mo had just taken a sip of hot tea.

Suddenly, the floor behind me bounced slightly.

He frowned, but before he could even shout, a fire hole exploded beneath him.

The fire did not erupt from the ground.

It was brought out by the men below who drew their swords!

The flames exploded, and the entire camp was blown away by a burst of purple fire. Dozens of commanders in the rear of the camp were burned into the flames before they could even scream.

Ron emerged from the fire.

His bone armor was fully extended, and his hands were devoid of any superfluous decorations, except for a long bone knife, the kind that grew out of the fire veins—

Wang Yan's weapons.

Su Mo was stunned for less than a second before drawing his sword and attacking.

He was the head of the Soul Rift Hunters' personal guards, never afraid of a head-on fight, and especially skilled in single-target combat.

But just as he rushed forward, the fire pulse suddenly tightened—

Three more artillerymen emerged from underground!

A group of fire-digging soldiers on the left, a group of explosive slashers on the right, and a group of bone-breaking reinforcements cutting in from behind – a three-pronged attack!

Somo sneered: "You really think you can surround me with just a few soldiers?"

He drew his sword and swung it, a streak of blue flames cleaving through the fire soldiers on the left.

"You are the king, I am the king hunter assassin."

"Who will die today is uncertain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron raised his right hand.

The fire pattern lit up.

The underground fire veins suddenly reconnected.

The entire battlefield instantly became Ron's main fire zone!

Inside the fire, Su Mo's blade speed noticeably slowed down, and his force was reduced by half an inch.

The firemen surrounded him simultaneously, as if turning on a switch, leaving him with only enough space to turn around.