Chapter 200: The Vanguard's Rest
The stagnant air deep inside Strata 150 of the Great Iron Labyrinth tasted strongly of rusted copper and burning heavy ozone.
The massive underground dungeon did not ever sleep. The Sovereign had manually entirely altered the ancient digital code. The heavy stone floors now regenerated instantly after taking physical damage.
The brutal nightmare monsters scaled infinitely to match the exact strength of the invaders. We firmly owned the peaceful illuminated surface but the Vanguard entirely owned the violent dark.
Rolf stood proudly at the absolute forefront of the massive Blackhorn battalion. The Silver Colossus swung his heavy double bladed battleaxe with terrifying unmatched kinetic force.
He seamlessly cleaved a towering obsidian golem entirely in half. Thick black fluid sprayed wildly across his heavy silver fur.
"Push the heavy line!" Rolf roared loudly. His deep intimidating voice completely shattered the cavernous echo.
