Chapter 536 – Lord of Fury.

Roland watched as the throne’s glow intensified, arcane energy crackling across the chamber. From the shattered remains of defeated golems, a new adversary began to emerge. The fragments coalesced into a pile of jagged rocks around the fallen Lord, pulsating with a strange energy that mimicked a heartbeat.

‘This doesn’t look good, that’s a lot of magic…’

“Agni, stay behind me. This might be dangerous.”

“Woof!”

The pile of shattered golem fragments writhed as though alive, and the entire chamber began to tremble. Roland braced himself, tightening his grip on his hammer. The glowing fragments spiraled upward, drawn into a vortex forming above the remains of the defeated Golem Lord. Crimson energy seeped from the cracks in the obsidian floor, converging into a semi-humanoid shape that pulsed with raw power.

He considered interrupting the process but had no idea how. Reaching out with his runic spells proved futile – the concentration of energy was far too extreme for him to disrupt.

‘Is this new opponent really this strong, or is the dungeon preventing me from interfering?’

He wondered, uncertain but wary. He couldn’t influence the transformation as the magical power that was being displayed was far above his. Without delay, he pulled a high-grade mana potion from his pouch and downed it, restoring his reserves.

‘I didn’t think this thing would have a second phase, especially with all these monsters still around.’

Roland steadied himself for the next round, his muscles tense and his mind racing. For a fleeting moment, doubt crept in – was this going to be more than he could handle? If all the energy from the defeated golems in the chamber had truly combined, then the creature forming before him would be something extraordinary – perhaps even a hundred levels beyond his own. Yet, as the energy began to settle, he noticed something odd. The surge in power wasn’t as overwhelming as he had anticipated.

‘It’s strong, but not impossible’

The monster continued to take shape, but Roland didn’t simply stand idle. He ordered his floating golems to pull back and form a defensive perimeter around him. As he activated his Rapid Machine Reassembly skill, the shattered remains of his spider golems responded instantly. Metallic fragments clicked and snapped into place, reconstructing themselves into fully functional units. His reinforcements were back in action, ready to fight.

However, the golems he had commandeered from the dungeon were gone, their remnants absorbed as fuel for the monstrosity still forming in the chamber. The loss was frustrating, but Roland knew it was out of his hands now. Instead, he focused on taking out a few items from within his inventory, runic spheres, and even cards. After tossing them out in various directions, he was finally confronted by his next enemy, the true boss of this area.

‘Never heard of such a monster before…’

Throughout his life, Roland had pored over countless books detailing monsters – records of their strengths, weaknesses, and how best to confront them. He had always believed preparation was the key to survival. Yet, the entity forming before him was something entirely foreign. There were no descriptions, no recorded strategies, nothing to indicate what he was about to face.

‘It must be a unique dungeon boss’

The thought was both unsettling and exhilarating. On one hand, it meant he had no insight into its weaknesses or behavior – he’d be fighting blind. On the other hand, being the first to defeat a dungeon’s undiscovered boss carried the promise of extraordinary rewards. Rare loot, powerful artifacts, or unique skill books often awaited those who cleared uncharted chambers. But the danger was quite real.

This anomaly – a second phase triggered after the defeat of the golem army would likely have spelled doom for many adventurers. Most would have entered the chamber prepared only for the small army of golems and then probably perished due to being underprepared. Luckily, he was a one-man army, able to restore defeated golems multiple times and with several potions and elixirs to restore his health.

Soon, the monster stood before him – a towering creature encased in obsidian armor, radiating a strange crimson glow. Its lower body resembled that of an armored warhorse, massive and imposing, while its upper half was shaped like a knight clad in heavy, dark plate. Crimson smoke coiled and seeped from within its armor, wafting ominously through the air and spilling from the gaps in its jagged visor.

In its hands, the beast wielded two long, menacing sabers. The blades, forged from the same dark material as its armor, shimmered with glowing runes that pulsed faintly with power.

‘Its level is only ten above the Golem Lord, but it’s much stronger than that…’

Roland’s instincts screamed that the numbers didn’t tell the full story. While he couldn’t directly read the creature’s stats, the overwhelming magic aura it radiated told him everything he needed to know. This was no ordinary level increase. The oppressive energy surrounding it was enormous, a clear sign that the creature had some sort of enhanced stat multiplier.

‘Just like my Overlord class…’

This creature was a step above the Lord he had faced earlier, but not so far ahead that he couldn’t handle it. While its stat multiplier was clearly higher, Roland estimated it was closer to Agni’s level of enhancement rather than his own Overlord-class amplification. Even so, he knew better than to underestimate it.

‘It’s probably stronger than any of the Knight Commanders I’ve faced before but …’

The monster was finally there, its glowing visor forming a strange, singular eye that fixed its gaze in his direction. Roland’s sharp eye had already picked out some flaws in the creature. One of them was its horse-like body. While this form offered certain advantages, it also came with some weakness – if its legs sustained enough damage, the monster could potentially collapse under its own massive weight.

Then there was the more glaring vulnerability: the runes etched across its body. These radiated a faint, ominous glow, and Roland realized they might be exploitable – if he had enough time to study their structure.

‘Rune authority doesn’t seem to be working well on these things…’

He had already tried to take control of the creature’s runes, as he had with the lesser golems, but to no avail. Something was interfering with his ability to manipulate them. Perhaps it was the dungeon itself, or maybe the monster possessed its own innate control over the runes. After all, they weren’t external tools wielded by an adventurer; they were an intrinsic part of the creature’s form.

As the Lord of Fury fully emerged, the chamber seemed to darken, the faint glow of its runes casting ominous red light onto the shattered remains of the previous battle. Roland steadied himself, the weight of his hammer reassuring in his grip. The obsidian knight raised its sabers in a cross-like stance, a low, menacing sound emanating from within its armor – whether a roar or a taunt, Roland couldn’t tell. Then, suddenly the monster charged at an astonishing speed a blur of crimson left behind as it galloped.

While this monster was only three meters tall and smaller than the golem lord, he could not underestimate its power. The Lord of Fury’s sudden burst of speed was unexpected for a creature of its size. Its crimson sabers glowed ominously as it closed the distance in an instant, bringing both weapons down in a deadly arc. Roland rolled to the side just in time, avoiding the twin strikes as they smashed into the obsidian floor, sending cracks radiating outward.

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