I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

"Human, your head is worthy of being a part of my collection!"

Tatarod spread his wings and instantly appeared in front of Anno, brandishing his claws.

Anno's pupils darted around rapidly, blocking all of the enemy's attacks.

Facing Tartarus, Anno knew this was not the time to hold back, so he unleashed his divinity!

"It's truly baffling that you emanate divine and spiritual power!"

Tatarod's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

As a ninth-tier peak protector and one of the seventy-two demon kings of the demon realm, Tatarod's knowledge is extensive.

He immediately noticed that something was wrong with Anno.

"God? No, if you were a god, you wouldn't be this weak."

Tatarod didn't even consider the possibility of a Swiftwalker.

He was certain that Anno was definitely not Godwalker.

"This is truly fascinating. I hadn't even noticed you on the battlefield for so many days. Angomulos is absolutely amazing!"

Tatarod let out a maniacal laugh, then said with murderous intent, "Your head is mine!"

As soon as the sound faded, Tatarod's figure disappeared from the spot.

The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle.

Whoosh!

The demonic sword, in its cannon form, emitted a dazzling light and struck the demon that Anno had kicked into the air.

The demon's body was engulfed in light. Anno's face turned grave as he muttered to himself, "Is it over?"

Whoosh!

The red demonic figure, unleashed by the true demon, cleaved through the light and charged toward Anno.

Tatarod's claws gripped Anno's demonic sword, his crimson eyes glaring at Anno as he let out a low growl: "I am Tatarod, the leader of the seventy-two demons! Don't compare me to that underworld spirit you killed a few days ago!"

After saying that, he slashed at Anno with the blood-red broadsword in his other hand.

They are all at the peak of the ninth rank.

They are all protectors.

There are still differences in strength!

Tatarod's strength is clearly greater than that of the previous Guardian of the Underworld.

Although Anno dodged the slash, he was kicked away by Tatarod.

Pfft!

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Anno looked warily at the demon opposite him.

The little m, which originally only covered the eyes of the troops, now completely enveloped Anno, forming a green knight's armor.

"Humanity, all the pride, rage, greed, and lust in this world will turn into war."

Tartarus, gripping his crimson greatsword, uttered in a deep voice, "And I... am war!"

Whoosh!

Tatarod once again transformed into a blood-red shadow and charged toward Anno.

"This is really terrible. We haven't gotten any information about the enemy's buffs at all after fighting for so long."

While struggling against Tatarod, Anno tried to think of a way to break the deadlock.

A few days ago, Anno might have been able to wait for his teammates to rescue him.

However, due to the retaliation from the underworld, the high-level forces have suffered too many losses in the past few days.

Even if the members of the hunting team wanted to help Anno, they didn't have the energy.

"If this continues, Mstrong won't be able to hold out!"

Anno had a bad feeling.

Bang~!

Anno was once again slashed away by Tatarod.

Blood trickled down Anno's forehead, and the intense pain in his chest indicated that Anno was currently expending a great deal of energy.

His gaze drifted elsewhere, and he discovered that the high-level battles had already moved to the skies above Musterham.

Battles between high-ranking enemies cause immense damage to fortresses.

Generally, high-level defenders will not place their units too close to the fortress.

Unless it's truly impossible to hold on.

Now Anno is contemplating whether to stay and fight Tartarus to the death, or to prepare for a retreat.

To be honest, although Anno still has the ability to fight, he is not confident that he can defeat Tatarod.

Moreover, there's a 50% chance that Anno will be eliminated by the other side!

Tartarus sneered, "Human, do you still have time to care about anything else? No one can come to your rescue right now, not even the gods. They don't have the energy to come to this battlefield."

The dwarves of Un'gorom will become history, trampled under the weight of war...

Before Tatarod could finish speaking, a dazzling light suddenly flashed by from afar and arrived in an instant.

To Anno's astonishment, Tatarod crashed to the ground like a meteor.

The beam of light showed no signs of weakening and continued to bombard the ground.

The towering blast wave tore apart countless undead and demons.

"What is that?"

After the pillar of light disappeared, Anno looked in the direction of its source.

Then they discovered a long, thick cannon barrel smoking in the high ground square of the inner city.

Anno roughly estimated that the cannon barrel was almost a hundred meters long!

A group of dwarves were using magic to cool the cannon barrels.

"Is this the secret weapon developed by the dwarves?"

Anno's breathing became somewhat rapid.

Anno felt threatened with death from that attack just now.

"Roar~"

Before Anno could confirm Tatarod's death, a deafening roar erupted.

Then, one after another, the figures of giant dragons flew out from the teleportation magic that appeared above Musttron, and breathed scorching dragon flames down at the undead and demons below.