I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

War! Famine! Plague! Death!

The four, known as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, consist of two from the Demon Realm and two from the Underworld.

Tartarus is not only the leader of the seventy-two demons of the demon realm, but also one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, known as "War".

In the demon realm and the underworld, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are the strongest beings below the gods!

They had no intention of dealing with Angomulos before.

However, during this period, a rumor about Ungomulos has been circulating in various planes.

The Philosopher's Stone, a supreme treasure capable of granting all desires and mastering all laws, may exist atop Un'Golmud.

Once you obtain the Philosopher's Stone, you will not only be invincible, but you will also be able to fulfill any wish.

Upon learning this information, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse immediately became interested in Un'Golmud.

The Philosopher's Stone, judging from its name, seems to be an alchemical artifact.

The race most closely associated with alchemy and forging in Ungomulos is none other than the dwarves.

Thus, the legendary Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse appeared on Muster's battlefield.

The dwarves, who had regained control of the battle, saw their fortunes reversed immediately after the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse intervened.

Not to mention seventh and eighth-tier dwarves and allies who come to their aid.

Even with ninth-tier combat power, they couldn't last more than a few rounds against the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The Four Horsemen are all well-established protectors.

Although they do not possess divine status, their strength has already reached the level of demigods.

On the battlefield, no one can defeat him!

"Damn it, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have shown up here!"

After fighting for some time, a powerful dwarf recognized the Four Horsemen who were wreaking havoc.

At this moment, all the allies were deathly pale.

Because [Death] just slew a ninth-tier protector from the human Otto Empire and harvested its soul!

"Come on, keep going!"

Death brandished its iron fork, letting out a wild laugh as it swept across the surroundings.

Boom!

The massive magic cannon fired again, and the beam of light, radiating terrifying power, struck [Death] directly.

But there was no joy on anyone's face.

Because behind the word "death" a huge phantom appeared, wielding a scythe and slicing through the incoming beam of light!

A black dragon at the peak of the ninth rank let out a roar and charged forward to engage in a fierce battle with death.

Although the others assisted from the side, it wasn't long before the black dragon's body was torn apart by the iron fork of death, and it fell to the ground dead.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, the same unstoppable forces as death, such as war, plague, and famine, also ravaged the land.

The Four Horsemen thus approached Mstrong step by step.

Seeing that the enemy was about to enter the Mstrang area, the dwarves gritted their teeth and rushed forward like madmen to stop the Four Horsemen.

The elves, orcs, humans, dragons, and sea creatures who came to help all hesitated.

The enemy that came this time was the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, who were known as demigods.

With their strength, they have no chance at all.

At this time, some spirit walkers were already praying, contacting the gods in preparation for a divine intervention.

However, none of the Swiftwalkers received a response.

This situation certainly does not mean that the gods have abandoned their Godwalkers.

All the Swiftwalkers understood that their gods were likely engaged in a far more dangerous battle than their own.

"My people, we must not allow the enemy to cross Mount Mstrong in this battle!"

The Dwarf King's voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

Many people noticed that the warhammer banner of the Dwarf King's personal guard was flying on the city wall near the city gate.

The Dwarf King, clad in armor, roared in a gruff voice, "The Dwarf race is now facing its final moment. Once the Demon and Nether races cross the Forgotten Mountains, they will wreak havoc on our territory and slaughter our people."

We can retreat, but the dwarves have no way out!

In this battle, either I will fight alongside you to repel the invading enemy, or we will all rest in eternal slumber in the Forgotten Mountains!

Many people don't know when the Dwarf King appeared on the battlefield.

However, no one thought that the Dwarf King's words exaggerated the danger posed by the enemy.

The enemy deployed four demigods.

However, the spirit walkers of various races were unable to perform séances.

Once the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse breach Musterham's Pass and lead their armies from the Demon Realm and the Underworld across the Forgotten Mountains, they will penetrate deep into the heart of the Dwarf Kingdom, bringing it to the brink of destruction.

The Dwarf King understood this point, which is why he stepped forward to call on the Dwarf soldiers to fight the enemy to the death.

Either rely on the will to protect your homeland to defeat the enemy.

Or be buried beneath the mountains by the enemy's strength!

"Roar~!"

The dwarven warriors, who were already somewhat fearful, roared in battle and charged fearlessly toward the four demigods.

The allies who came to support the dwarves were stunned by what they saw.

When the four demigods appeared on the battlefield, they had already concluded that the dwarves were doomed.

The best solution is to abandon Mstrong.

Although this only delays the demise of the dwarves, at least they can catch their breath for a while before the enemy reaches the dwarven capital.

But the dwarves' fearless charge brought tears to many eyes.

No matter how moved they were, they could no longer help the dwarves as before.

Going to fight now would be a pointless suicide mission.

Because four demigods appeared, the remaining people had to conserve their strength to return to their own countries and then discuss how to deal with the demigods.

"I'm sorry!"

Another ninth-tier peak expert from the Otto Empire shook his head helplessly and turned to leave the battlefield.

With the strongest warriors of the human empire taking the lead, many of the dwarven allies decided to abandon the fight and leave the battlefield.

They admired the dwarves' courage.

But they also love their country and cannot waste their lives in such a place.

The high-ranking dwarves, who were charging forward, saw their allies retreating one by one, but their eyes remained unmoved, and their steps forward did not falter in the slightest.

Everyone else can leave.

Dwarfs are the only exception!

The kingdom may be vast, but the dwarves have no way out.

"How foolish!"

The Plague laughed disdainfully as it watched the dwarfs, who were only at the seventh rank, try to rush up and chop it with their axes.

He simply put away his bow and arrows and waved his hand, dispersing a cloud of mist.

The high-ranking dwarf corpses that had been killed by arrows then rose up from the mist.

"Roar~!"

The dwarves, now undead, charged toward their battlements.

"Damn it!"

After slaying several undead 'comrades,' a high-ranking dwarf was hacked down by more undead dwarves amidst his unwilling roar.

Standing on the city wall, the dwarf king glared angrily at the four demigods on the battlefield.

No one expected that the situation would take so many twists and turns in just twenty minutes.

The war, which began with the arrival of secret weapons from the dwarves and the acquisition of new reinforcements to gain the upper hand, quickly turned into a final war of national defense.

And it was destined to be a failed war of national defense!

"But!"

The Dwarf King, seeing the undead dwarves charging onto the city walls, raised his battle axe and roared, "Dwarves, fight to the death!"

Whoosh!

A streak of light flew from behind the city onto the battlefield.

The undead dwarf rushing towards the dwarf king was blasted into the air by a dazzling white light.

While allies were retreating, Anno asked a retreating elf about what was happening on the battlefield and then decided to go against the tide.

After arriving at the battlefield, Anno went straight to War, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and said in a calm tone, "I thought you were killed by that cannon shot."

Instead of being your own seventy-two demon kings, you're also taking on the role of one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?

I heard you're a demigod.

Want to spar with me?

Tatarod looked at Anno, the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, and said in a sinister voice, "State your name!"

"you guess!"

After Anno finished speaking, the magic power on his body formed a tornado, and the magic patterns spread from his chest to all parts of his body.

This time, Anno no longer used [Divine Liberation].

"[Wild, ferocious]!"