Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

The Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse was very loyal and since its master told it to keep these adventurers busy, he wouldn't allow any of them to get in the way of his master.

With a loud roar, it charged straight towards the adventurers who now had their eyes locked on him. The warriors with their shields raised, stood in front of the mages casting magic from the backlines.

However, it was not a threat to the warhorse as it directly rammed towards the adventurers who were trying to stop its charge with their shield.

BANG… with a heavy dull sound, the adventurers were sent flying as they continuously spat out blood.

The Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse was a race that didn't belong to this world. It was a prized steed from one of the popular games on earth and was extremely rare to even get one.

It was due to the [Main Menu] that transmigrated alongside Simon that the Bloodthrorn Demonic Warhorse was able to incarnate and gallop the lands of Althaea.

The inhabitants of this world were in the unknown, they had never seen such a race and that was why they weren't aware of its fierceness which made it covet by all the players back on earth.

When the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse begins its charge, even those of much higher ranks and level wouldn't dare to stand in its way much less take the brunt head-on. It only spelt certain doom for those that did.

With four powerful forelegs and two hindlegs supporting its powerful body compact with muscles, it was like the most powerful engine. Not to mention the momentum and speed it rams its target with can easily topple even a mountain.

It was nothing short of madness to stand on its path while it charged. As can be seen from the condition of the adventurers that were brave enough to take the full brunt of its charge. Their shields were broken, armours shattered and bodies seeping with blood as they silently lay on the ground.

Nobody could tell if they were dead or alive as they didn't even twitch after getting rammed by the warhorse. The charge of the warhorse in front of them was so fast that even before their brain could comprehend what had happened, some of their teammates were already down for the count.

All they could see were the flaming hoove prints imprinted on the ground after its charge. Evidence that everything that happened was reality and no illusion.

Seeing its might, the other warriors that were trying to stop its charge, gulped in dread as their bodies continuously trembled and sweat-soaked their clothes wet.

"What kind of monster is that?" one of the adventurers, a [Wizard] asked with a pale face. His eyes were clearly saying that he couldn't even see the charge of the warhorse before it appeared so close to them.

"I don't know, I have never seen something like this in my life" replied another [wizard] that was near him.

"There are no records of any beast such as this even in history" due to nervousness and fear, the adventurers started arguing among themselves.

"How can that be? A beast of such characteristic and might would be over a disaster class, how can it elude the records".

"I don't know… I don't know, there is no point in asking me" one of the adventurers with a weak heart, kneeled on the ground while clutching his head with both hands.

It was not only him but most of the adventurers had their spirit broken when they saw those warriors with their high defence dying instantly. How could they not?

Each of those warriors was around level 230-250 and were either [Sword Knight] or [Swordmaster]. The [Sword Knight] and [Sword Master] class were two of the warriors class boasting a high defence. Their stats were mostly focused on Strength, Defence and Endurance which made them the ideal class to hold the frontlines.

Compared to the [Wizard] class which didn't provide much in defence and instead gave a marginal stat boost in magic, warrior classes mostly had high defence and all-round stats to make up for the little agility and magic they provide.

Despite that, these warriors who had the highest defence among them, were unable to block the charge of the demonic warhorse for even a second and instead ended up dying by the battering force. Scattering and falling just like dominoes.

If these sturdy warriors couldn't hold the demonic warhorse down, how could they [wizards] with their paper-thin defence cast their magic without being worried?

The nearby warriors could still vividly recall the dull sounds of bones and armours breaking before their teammates were sent flying and whenever they recalled it, their blood would run cold. They who took pride in their defence and armours that made them as sturdy as a boulder didn't want to stand in the frontlines, not against the warhorse staring out at them.

The warriors that were remaining didn't want to experience the force behind the charge of the demonic warhorse in front of them. And the mage class who had a low defence to begin with, didn't want to cast their magic without the warriors lining in front of them.

Since they knew that the warhorse would charge towards the mage that casts the magic first, nobody wanted to stand in front of the path of the warhorse. Just by standing there, it had made the adventurers cower into submission.

Seeing the wavering will of the adventurers and that nobody wanted to make a move first, the Bloodthorn demonic warhorse gave a low neigh before charging towards them once again.

It was quite intelligent and was ranked as [B] by the Analysis. Even its stats were much higher than the current Simon. Hence one could imagine the might it held within its powerful body that gave chills to anyone looking at it.

The demonic warhorse was designed so that it could follow the players in wars and battles therefore its battle instinct was quite sharp even though similar to Simon it had no prior battle experience.

Following its sharp instincts, it could see the dread and fear in the eyes of the adventures, even the rhythm of their wildly pounding hearts, didn't go unnoticed by it. It could clearly feel that the adventurers are disorganised and were currently in a state where they were nothing but easy prey.

Thus it charged towards them once again. But his time far from blocking its charge, the adventurers were fleeing away from it like headless chickens.

Nobody wanted to tangle with this herald of death who could squash them easily with its flaming hooves and instead chose the much easier option and that was to run away from it.

Their formation was completely in a mess and if anybody saw it, nobody would recognise them much less believe that they were first-rate adventurers from the Seven Swords guild looking at their pathetic display.

they ran and dispersed everywhere, but how could their speed be compared to its charge? The warhorse instantly caught up to the fleeing adventurers and used the crimson horn-like antlers to impale them with it.

Those adventurers that were unlucky enough to get stabbed by the bloodhorn, screamed in pain while their bodies were still strung on the antlers as the warhorse kept on charging forward.

One of the adventurers that was about to get impaled by that dreadful horn, swiftly sidestepped to dodge the horn and just when he sighed in relief as if avoiding a calamity, the bloodhorn mysteriously curved like a whip and stabbed him from behind.

"Ahhhhhhh… save me, someone save meeeee" after getting pierced, his body was strung on the antlers similar to the other adventurers and was carried all over the place as the warhorse kept on charging towards the fleeing others.

No matter how they struggled, they couldn't find the strength to break free from the antlers and slowly felt like all of their strength was seeping away from them.

The ones strung on its antlers roared in agony and didn't even have a moment to pay any mind to the other adventures suffering a similar fate as the horn that had impaled them, started glowing bright red.

An unimaginable amount of pain kept assaulting the adventurers from the area that got stabbed by the horn and peculiar markings started appearing on their skin. It wasn't just that, after the pain their mind stated getting hazier while insanity and madness started getting hold of them. They quickly put off any resistance they were trying to muster and wished to experience more of the pain.

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Ranks given to monsters by the Guild

level Class

100 Normal

200 Strong

300 Elite

400 Super

500 Disaster

600 Calamity

700 Catastrophe

800+ ???