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Dungeon of Niflheim

On hiatus until November In the grand world of Nova, many different races exist such as elves, humans, dwarves and beastmen and through years of war, strife and competition the world has grown, becoming home to great empires and countries throughout the oceans and five continents. However, to the great creators the world has become stagnant and boring, ever since the calamity that was the Church of Light and their Holy White empire. Now the Dark God has created a new race after years upon years of dedicated effort. A species that is like none other and his hope for Nova’s future….Dungeon cores, beings that have the ability to reshape the very world itself, entering the domain of the gods. Join Frost a newly born first generation Dungeon core as he embarks upon his journey within Nova and carves out his place in the world. How will the world’s current denizens react to his birth? Will they be friends or foes? And most of all how the Light God react to this new addition to the world, will he accept them or seek to destroy them? This novel incorporates dungeon building and management but most of that won't fully take off until the later volumes when Frost has much more floors and money to play around with. This is not a solely dungeon story as the MC Frost will have to explore and interact with the world of Nova much like how an adventurer would and forewarning the story is slow. There's a lot of details and avenues which the story goes into, not simply battles, wars and action, it follows all aspects of Frost's life, his growth and interactions with Nova not only as a Dungeon core but also as a person.

Sword_immortal1 · Fantasia
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733 Chs

Chapter 468: All-out war

The smell of blood quickly covered the battlefield and corpses once again littered the ground. Wave after wave of these hard-hitting monsters continued to flood out from the treeline. Their massive bulk and powerful limbs allowing them to smash their way into the frontlines with devasting ferocity. 

Injuries and deaths continued to grow as time went on, without the aid of arrows and magic the frontline troops were taking an absolute beating. Of course, the monsters were dying even quicker, but numbers were never a problem for their side. The horde would constantly replenish their losses as long the as the stampede was still in progress and the B-ranks in command remained. 

The rindar and poison herald knew this, so they felt nothing as wave after wave of trolls, ogres and minotaurs died. As long as the sapients continued to lose men and women it mattered not.