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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 478: 'Damn it! We've lost too many.'

"Urgh!" Tarok groaned in pain as Gilianna used a mixture of healing magic and special salves on what remained of his arm and shoulder, the process was not pleasant. His armour had been peeled off revealing his blood-stained clothes and the many other wounds covering his body.

Many of the younger officers who were under Tarok's command and those who knew him well felt pain as they saw his current state and heard his groans and at some points even guttural screams. 

Hamon who was looking far healthier sat at the head of the war table, sporting a fierce grimace as his aides reported the situation in detail.

'Damn it! We've lost too many.' He internally cursed and bemoaned the current situation. They had clear cut quotas to meet with each successive wave, meeting said quotas would grant them a sliver of a chance at survival but so far, they were on thin ice and this last wave seemed to be the turning point.