"For our homeland! For our people! The descendants of Durin! Fight! Fight! Destroy the evil spirits!" Nain's whole body was filled with fighting spirit, and the terrifying fighting spirit flames penetrated his body. The fighting spirit flames on the sharp heavy axe quietly gave it a ray of light.

"Kill!" As the thigh muscles exerted force, powerful force was transmitted to the legs along the ground.

"Boom!" A figure as massive as a mountain collided fiercely with the Balrog! The Dwarf King Nain launched a desperate attack.

"Bang!" The Balrog swung his giant flaming sword and knocked Nain back at a speed faster than he could rush towards him. The embarrassed Dwarf King rolled in the ruins like a poor beggar.

"Ahem!" The Overlord profession and the earth-based fighting spirit gave Nain a powerful vitality. The huge vitality was transmitted into his body along the earth. He spit out a mouthful of blood foam, picked up the axe and stood up from the ruins again.

"Get out of the way!" He raised the Balrog's flaming sword and saved a dwarf who was almost torn to pieces by him.

"Be careful!" Nain had no choice but to give a warning and then entered the battle again.

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"Boom!" Nain was knocked out again, but the difference from before was that there were fewer dwarves besieging the Balrog, and the air was filled with a burnt and rotten smell, which was the burnt remains of the dwarves!

"How dare you! Killing my subjects! Attack my father! Destroy our home!" Nain roared and aimed his battle axe at the fire demon. Although Nain, covered in blood, looked embarrassed, he was not seriously injured. The earth-based fighting spirit gave him a strong physique and vitality, and also gave him the unique skill of absorbing the earth's energy to heal himself!

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After an unknown amount of time, the entire Fourth Hall was almost reduced to ruins, with tilted pillars, collapsed domes, scattered debris, and lonely Nain and Balrog.

"Fight! Dwarves of Khazad-dûm! Sons of Durin! Fight!" Alone, Nain launched another attack on the Balrog. Though the king was alone, he was not fighting alone! Behind him were the millions of sons of Durin! The faith of the Longbeard Dwarves supported him!

"Fight... Fight! Turin..." Nain wearily swung his axe to attack again. He was tired, exhausted. He suddenly remembered the dwarven boneless roast meat and the charmingly fragrant rum! The magnificent Khazad-dûm, the smiling people, and the kind father...

"Don't even think about leaving! You butcher! You evil spirit from the gutter! As the King of Dwarves, I curse you! You will be pierced by thousands of arrows and your bones will be ground to dust!" Nain swung the broken and chipped battle axe staggeringly. The armor on his body had long been shattered to pieces, and only a few strips of cloth were still stubbornly hanging on his body to barely cover his shame.

"Roar!" The furious dwarf king jumped up and chopped the fire demon's head fiercely. The battle axe with a smooth blade hit the fire demon's head hard.

"Ouch!" The fire demon whipped his whip in pain, and Nain flew out again.

"Are you in pain? Are you afraid? Hahaha! I thought you were fearless! I thought you were invulnerable! I thought you would crush me like a bug! But... you can't! Turin! Long live!" Nairn watched the slowly retreating Balrog. He saw the same fear in its eyes as he had seen in his own eyes. He shed two lines of blood and tears...

"This strike will decide not only victory or defeat... but also life or death!" Nain said slowly, as if he had made some kind of resolution.

"Bloodthirsty! Frenzy!" He dragged his no longer sharp battle axe slowly towards the Fire Demon, his eyes turning crimson! His muscles began to bulge!

"My blood is boiling with rage!" He calmly took steps, leaving a line of deep footprints on the hard stone... Veins bulged beneath his bulging muscles, and a large amount of blood flowed and evaporated from his body, forming a faint blood mist...

"Move mountains!" He roared with gritted teeth, his bones began to stretch, and his originally short body began to swell like a balloon. His size began to increase rapidly, and with a body of nearly three meters, no one could tell that he was not a dwarf at all.

"Burning Blood!" He roared the two words in a hoarse voice. The Secret Technique of Burning Blood! A warrior's life-or-death skill, as unique as a knight's sacrifice! Once activated, it cannot be turned off automatically!

Nain's blood began to burn, and every inch of his body was gathering energy. A nearly ten-meter-long axe blade extended from the battle axe. He grew weaker and weaker, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly, he seemed to see the hope of victory...

The Balrog was afraid! He was trembling! He feared Nain's annihilating blow! This blow was the result of a tyrant's entire life's work, a force that even the gods feared!

"Haha, this strike... May the gods apologise!" Nain leaped madly, swinging his arms. The axe blade, condensed with all his life's strength, slashed a graceful crescent, bringing death down from the sky...

"Ouch! Ah! Wuuu! Roar! Oh!" The Fire Demon howled in agony. For the first time, it felt the fear of death. In that moment, it seemed as if it had seen the true God descend upon the earth! The shocking blow nearly severed its shoulder in two!

"Bang!" The struggling Balrog threw Nain out again. Nain fell into the ruins but did not get up for a long time...

"Cough cough cough~Puff! Cough cough cough~What a pity!" The light in Nain's eyes dimmed a little. He stared at the battle axe in his hand. The battle axe with a bent blade had just been stuck in the spine of the Balrog!

"Almost...almost...Alas...Let's go...children...Never come back before you can defeat the Balrog..." Nain, who was leaning on the ruins, stared at the wailing and dying Balrog and sighed a few times. Although the Balrog was seriously injured, as long as it did not die on the spot, it could still recover. It was just a fatal injury!

"Alas... Khazad-dûm, what can I do to save you..." Nain smiled bitterly as he felt the strength in his body rapidly draining away. He struggled to hold on to the collapsed pillar and slowly supported himself up. Looking at the Balrog retreating into the abyss, Nain, the last king of Khazad-dûm, shed a few tears.

"I can't do it anymore... Let's just end it like this... Descendants of Turin, I tried my best... I can't fight anymore!" The powerless Nain finally couldn't hold up his body and fell to his knees in the ruins with a thud.

"The Fire of Udun? I declare in the name of the Dwarf King Nain I! I will guard this place! The Dwarf City is ahead! No evil spirits are allowed to enter!" Nain held on to his body and roared at the Fire Demon who was about to disappear on the cliff.

"You! You will never set foot in the Dwarven capital! I will suppress you for eternity! If you dare to set foot here, your wounds will sear your heart!" Nairn's voice was powerful and passionate, but his body slowly began to petrify. This was the earth's backlash against him. Overdrawing his body, burning his life and absorbing the earth's power, he would eventually merge with the earth...

"May you be at peace..." Nain smiled at the last moment, a very peaceful smile...

From then on, a lone stone statue stood in the ruins of the Fourth Hall, firmly guarding the Hall of Masabir behind it and suppressing the footsteps of the Balrog...

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"The Fire Demon is down there..." Roland withdrew from his memories of time and space. He looked at the cliff outside the square with a grim expression.

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