Dungeon King: The Hidden Ruler-Chapter 114: [Throne War: Parallax Protocol 5] Golemfall

Raven logged in and emerged inside the Inner Sanctum. The marble chamber flickered with protective wards, a brief moment of calm compared to the chaos outside.

A sharp, thunderous crack rang through the sky.

He paused. Tilted his head. Then narrowed his eyes.

"Third day," he muttered to himself. "That’s the golem."

Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the exit.

Outside the Sanctum gates, he raised his hand.

"Come, Duskrunner."

Duskrunner shimmered into existence, shadow trailing off his frame.

Raven vaulted onto his back in one smooth motion. "Move."

The wolf leapt into a rooftop arc, bounding forward.

Ahead, past the city blocks, a dark giant tore through barricades.

"There’s our enemy for today," Raven growled, eyes fixed on the towering silhouette.

Duskrunner growled. "It’s even bigger than Emberforge Titan."

They bolted.

Then Raven saw her—Fairyblade, darting through alleys with wind fairies at her heels, sprinting full-speed.

As they passed overhead, Raven reached down, caught her wrist, and pulled her up mid-run.

"Hold on," he said as she landed behind him. "Faster this way."

Fairyblade nearly lost her balance when Raven yanked her up, but she adjusted quickly, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other bracing against Duskrunner’s fur.

"You do realize this is insane, right?" she shouted over the wind.

Raven didn’t respond.

She smirked. "Not complaining." Her wind fairies zipped alongside them, struggling to keep pace. "Just remind me to return the favor before the day’s over."

Then the tremor hit beneath them.

Not from the frontlines. Not from siege. Not from spells.

Boom. ...Pause. Boom.

The third quake cracked the plaza.

Raven’s boots slid half an inch across the flagstones as he steadied himself. Duskrunner growled low beside him.

They weren’t ready. But the cameras were.

System alert screamed across all HUDs:

[Event Trigger: Parallax Vanguard Golem Flank Maneuver – LIVE STREAM]

Raven’s lip twitched. "You’ve got to be kidding me. Promotion at this kind of moment?"

Fairyblade landed hard next to him, sword out, wind-charmed hair fluttering from rooftop glide. Her fairies chirped in alarm. "Was that—"

BOOM.

The sound of the golem ram hand shattering its way as its continue moving slowly in straight line, in direction of inner sanctum.

Everyone pays attention to the golem, not to the promotional content.

"Just early broke the Eastern Wall," Raven muttered. "We got quite the time window."

The golem let out a thundering, guttural roar that shook rooftops and rattled breath from lungs.

And then—

From the haze of dust and blood, a wall of noise rose. Thousands of warcries, like a crashing tide.

Out of the fog of war, Fold soldiers poured into the city like a flood unleashed. Their blades glinted beneath the falling ash. Their banners whipped as they surged behind the golem, a wave of death galloping at its heels.

A war golem the size of a cathedral tore through the mid-city barricades, flanked by Fold elites. Its entire chassis was scorched-black brass and rusted teeth, chained cogs grinding as its arms slammed down like guillotines.

Steam hissed from pipework shoulders. A melted faceplate groaned as it rotated. Its footsteps cracked windows. One stomp crumpled a fountain.

[System Warning: Siege Breaker HP - 7,200,000] [System Warning: Panic Status - Tier 2 Triggered]

[Parallax Vanguard: Tactical Insertion – "East Flank Lockdown" NOW LIVE]

"Popups again?!" someone yelled.

A beam of promotional overlay cut across Raven’s screen. He swiped. Swore. Players next to him missed an incoming fire volley—one, a caster, fell screaming as a Fold carrier impaled them mid-dodge.

Fairyblade cursed, wind-whipping a fireblast through the chaos. Her fairies blinked erratically, stuttering between support scripts. "They made this fight unplayable."

Raven threw a chain into the second-story alley, yanked himself up, and perched beside a wounded sniper.

"See that knee joint?" he asked. "Hit there. Hard."

"Got it."

They fired.

The bolt pierced clean through one hinge, and for the first time, the Golem staggered.

But only for a heartbeat.

Then it released pressure valves in its chest. A wave of searing steam flared across the block, vaporizing two defenders and melting half the stone path.

NessaBlight’s voice rang across zone comms:

[NessaBlight]: "So this Parallax ’flank’ just let the boss skip two lanes?"

[Krant_SB]: "GGEZ Influencer Raid. My grandma tanks better."

[NessaBlight]: "Shut UP Krant. Help me instead."

NessaBlight, usually spent her times scraping for alchemy materials and ore mining to craft with her guild members as the leader of a trading guild, now gripped her ornate sorcerer staff with both hands. Her usual outfit of merchant robes had been replaced with reinforced lightplate, enchanted for mobility.

She stood atop a broken statue, the crest of her guild—The Fox’s Flame—gleaming on her back. "Shield wall on my mark! Mages to the flank! Let’s show them miners hit harder than influencers!"

Her guild surged forward with her, a line of enchanted weapons and rally cries crashing into the flood of Fold soldiers pouring in from the shattered barricade.

The battlefield had become a painting of chaos—massive, brutal, beautiful in its own way.

Hundreds of players surged against the Veilrend, blades clashing against brass, arrows slicing through steam. At the same time, just as many held the lines against the flood of Fold soldiers. It wasn’t formation. It was survival.

Healers stood on broken terraces, pouring waves of magic over the frontline. Their holy lights flickered and burst like fireflies dancing above the carnage.

Above them, spellcasters painted the sky with symbols. Glyphs ignited midair, then launched like comets into the enemy’s ranks. Thunder cracked. Fire rolled across the streets. Earth shattered beneath summoned spikes. The battlefield roared with a rhythm of spells and screams.

Amidst the destruction, players shouted to one another, helping downed allies, calling out enemy formations, marking healing zones. The air was thick with smoke, ash, and mana.

It wasn’t just a battle. It was war—and every spell, every strike, every scream was proof that this city would not fall quietly.

The Veilrend smashed through another plaza, Fold soldiers surging in its wake. NPC guards fled. Panic Status kicked in: vendors despawned, healers de-synced. The players were alone.

Raven hit zone chat:

[Raven]: "Block the lower stair. We choke it. Ballista teams rotate. Fire on steam ports. It’s armor, not magic. Bleed it with steel."

Fairyblade backed him up, sword glowing, "Anyone who’s ranged—shoot where it vents. Don’t aim center mass."

The fight thickened.

Golem arms slammed down. Streets buckled. A pyromancer burned out his own mana and collapsed in smoke. A cleric dragged her to safety, only to die from a misfire because a popup blocking her vision.

[Parallax Vanguard: Smile Compilation – Day 3 REEL OUT NOW]

Raven’s teeth clenched. "They’re filming while we die."

Fairyblade fired a blast.

"They don’t see the war. Just the highlight reel."

The golem screeched—a mechanical wail of overheating cores.

Raven stabbed his dagger in desperation, slashing at its ankle with intention to hurt its knees, in vain. Fairyblade drove a bolt into its vent. Others followed. Arrows. Spells. Hope.

The Veilrend’s gears began to spark. One knee locked. A jet of flame hissed from its back.

Then—a trebuchet bolt screamed from the rooftops.

Impact.

The Veilrend staggered, finally—

—and dropped to one knee.

Fold ranks shattered. Chaos erupted. The war machine buckled, its internals boiling, its frame screaming.

Another bolt.

Boom.

The golem fell, toppling like a dying god. Its collapse took half the plaza with it. Players scattered, dust and stone raining.

Silence followed.

[Krant_SB]: "THE FOLD SOLDIERS. CHARGE NOW!"

That one barking command broke the silence.

And once again, the sky darkened by the rain of arrows and ballistas bolt, and enlightened by the fire magic that flew like a missile to the Meridian Fold soldier line that scattered away after the Veilrend collapsed.

Parallax Vanguard, once posed for the east flank victory shot, suddenly broke formation. One by one, the team ditched their scripted stances and charged headlong into the center zerg.

The promotional camera feeds struggled to follow their shift. Angles glitched. Framing desynced. Viewers watching the stream found themselves abruptly yanked from cinematic glory to chaotic motion blur.

The spotlight shifted—now locked on Krant_SB rallying squads with profanity and precision, and NessaBlight’s magic surging across the battlefield like controlled wildfire.

Parallax Vanguard had joined the real war—but the PR team hadn’t caught up yet.

Raven didn’t even look at the emotes or the streams.

He stepped forward, dust caked across his visor, dual daggers glinting in his grip.

A small smirk tugged at his lips. Another slick platform, run by a corrupt company, brought to its knees by the very users it tried to exploit. He didn’t need a camera. Just a blade.

With a roar, he surged ahead into the next line of Fold troops.

Fairyblade didn’t follow.

She stopped. Pulled out her field log. And started writing.

Raven caught the movement in his periphery and glanced back—only for a second.

His smirk deepened.

As if he knew something she didn’t.

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