Dante was standing at the entrance of their hidden resting place, watching a swarm of Termite-like monsters flowing over the cavern, covering the ground like a moving carpet, giving him the creeps. They didn't enter the alcove thanks to the Death Wyrmblood lying at his feet. Its aura keeps the insects away.

He glanced down and noticed the beast's eyes were locked onto the darkness outside. Just then, drumming could be heard in the distance. This confused him, but minutes later, the sound of a battle erupted, catching his attention. 'Looks like the books were telling the truth, the monsters do fight amoung themselves,' he mused.

Moments later, Dante scanned the insects to see what rank they were.

[Mountain Termites - B Rank - Horde monsters that fight for land]

''Interesting, looks like they may have found a new enemy,'' he muttered, amused by the chaos in the mountains.

Following that, Dante's curiosity caused him to want to see who they wanted to fight. He made his way toward the sound, summoning the remaining Wyrmbloods that surrounded him for protection. Some of the insect creatures tried to lunge in his direction, but were taken down within seconds.

He watched as the Komodo Dragon-like undead tore them apart within seconds, not giving the creature a chance. Blood splattered the surrounding stones as they came across a hidden valley deep in the mountains where the Termites were fighting with massive humanoid Ogres.

Dante was surprised at how human-looking the creatures were; they were at least ten feet tall, giant in weight, and had bald heads, while others had a wide range of hairstyles. They were organized by the leader who was sitting at the back. This prompted him to use Death Eyes on the Ogres.

[Mountain Ogre - A Rank - Humanoid monsters that love eating and fighting]

Seconds later, the battle continued, their clubs crushed the bugs while others got swarmed and torn apart. Dante was shocked at the sudden fight. He stayed there, deciding to watch the ongoing fight. Moments later, Lilith and Luna appeared beside him. The Death Witch looked shocked as she muttered. ''These are intelligent monsters, you don't see that every day.''

''I hate their smell,'' the wolf woman added, her tail going stiff at the stench. ''Smells like rotten flesh and blood.''

Dante didn't reply and watched as the humanoid monsters destroyed the Termites, the insects' armor useless in the face of a mountain of muscle. After an hour of brutal fighting, the Ogres began eating in the middle of the battlefield with the leader sitting in the center of the horde.

''I'll kill the Ogre King and take over,'' he announced, a manic smile crossing his face thanks to the excitement and experience he'll earn during this battle. ''It will be easier than killing them all, but even then, that might be just as fun.''

Without waiting, Dante sent an overcharged Death Bolt at the creature, but was blocked by an armored Ogre, blood splattered all over the leader as the monster collapsed to the ground, causing every single one of them to turn in their direction. Dark eyes full of hunger when they saw them.

''Well done, Dante,'' Luna sighed and transformed into her giant wolf form. ''Why not announce to them that we're here?''

Lilith readied a wave of powerful spells, aiming to thin out the horde. In response, he summoned the Death Forest Giant, the Bigfoot-like Giants, Lions, Nyx, Trolls, Drakes, and Death Soldiers that materialized behind the trio. The overwhelming force pushed the two women back.

Luna glanced at him, his mana surging chaotically, daggers gleaming in his hands; he braced for the upcoming onslaught. Dante's red eyes blazed as he raised a hand, commanding his Death Army with a single gesture. ''Attack!'' he roared, voice cutting through the chaos.

The Death Forest Giant led the charge, its massive strides shaking the earth, followed by the snarling Lions, Nyx, who was moving through the shadows of the valley. Lumbering Trolls followed behind, Drakes, and a sea of Death Soldiers, ready to fight the giant humanoids to add them to the undead.

They surged down the hill like a tide, crashing into the Ogre horde with bone-shattering force. Ogres bellowed as the Death Army tore through their ranks, claws and blades meeting crude clubs and fists. Dante moved like a phantom. His daggers flashed, slicing through flesh, leaving a trail of dead monsters as he rushed toward the leader.

The hulking King stood, roaring commands to his horde in an unknown language. Dante's mana flared, dark tendrils of energy coiling around him. He unleashed a barrage of Death Bolts, crackling orbs of necrotic power that streaked through the air, each one aimed at the enemy's body.

The bolts slammed into the King, searing flesh and earning him a pain-filled howl. Unbothered, Dante pressed forward, his daggers ready, eyes locked on his target as the battle raged around him. He surged toward the leader, ready to put an end to it and add the thing to his growing army.

Just as he neared the towering beast, he vanished in a flicker, reappearing in an instant behind. His daggers danced in a blur, delivering a thousand slashes in mere seconds, each cut biting into the creature's thick hide. The Ogre King roared, swinging wildly, but he was already gone.

From the side, Luna launched herself at the beast's neck. Her jaws clamped down, fangs sinking deep, her growl echoing out as she tore at the monster's throat. The Ogre staggered, its massive body swaying. Lilith, her hands covered in energy, unleashed a barrage of Death Magic.

Black tendrils lashed out, coiling around the Ogre King's legs. The power burned through flesh and bone. With a thunderous crash, the enemy collapsed to its knees, the ground quaking beneath its weight. The combined fury of his left the beast reeling, its roars fading into guttural gasps as the trio pressed their attack.

Dante stood over the fallen ogre, its corpse still trembling the earth, and a savage grin curled his lips. He surveyed the carnage around him, getting happy at the outcome. The air was thick with the stench of death and the fading screams of the vanquished. Corpses of the weaker Ogres littered the ground as the Death Army finished them off.

Moments later, he felt a surge of power flood his veins, the experience of their deaths fueling his strength. He closed his eyes, savoring the rush, his body thrumming with newfound might as the battlefield fell silent, save for the echo of his triumph. The two women appeared beside him, breathing heavily as Luna looked at him.

''That was good,'' she said, beaming. ''I do love a good fight, and these Ogres provided such.''

''I burned through loads of my mana,'' the blonde added, looking tired.

Dante approached Lilith, softly taking her hand and sending a stream of mana into the Death Witch. This made the beauty shiver as the energy flowed into her core. After a few minutes, her smile grew wide. ''Thank you, handsome,'' she whispered.

He stood amidst the carnage, his boots sinking into the blood-soaked earth, the air heavy with death. His chest heaved, the rush of victory still pulsing through him as he surveyed the lifeless husks of the Mountain Ogres strewn across the battlefield. But he was far from done. His ambition burned, and the fallen would serve a greater purpose in his growing dominion.

Moments later, he turned to the Death Army. ''Gather the corpses," he ordered, his voice sharp and unwavering. The undead obeyed without hesitation, their bony hands and sinewy limbs dragging the colossal ogre bodies into a pile at the center of the valley. The ground trembled faintly under the weight.

Satisfied, Dante stepped forward, his dark cloak billowing in the chill wind. He raised a hand, fingers splayed, and channeled the necrotic power that thrummed within him. "Arise," he cast.

Death magic poured from his outstretched hand, a torrent of inky darkness that writhed and coiled like living shadows. The energy seeped into the pile of corpses, sinking into their flesh, binding their essence to his will. The transformation was swift and horrifying. The ogres' lifeless bodies convulsed, their forms twisting and reshaping as the death magic took hold.

Muscles bulged unnaturally, bones cracked and reformed, and their eyes, once dull in death, ignited with a sickly green glow. The largest of them, the Ogre King, rose first, its towering frame now even more imposing, its flesh covered with jagged scars that pulsed. The creature's once-crude features were sharpened into something both monstrous.

A hideous parody of its former self. With a low, rumbling groan, it dropped to one knee in front of him, its gravelly voice echoing through the stillness. ''Death Monarch,'' it said.

Behind the Ogre King, the other ogres rose in unison, their hulking forms mirroring their leader's transformation. One by one, they knelt, their glowing eyes fixed on him, their new master. Dante couldn't help but laugh as he sent them to the Domain before pulling up his upgrades from the fight.

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