Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System
Chapter 220: The battle had begun.

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: The battle had begun.

When Xu kai teleported himself outside the base with anticipation that he could not contain. But what he saw the next second made his heart stop.

The air was thick with heat and dust. The sky, which should’ve been a quiet shade of dusk, was now streaked with the glow of fires and the thick stench of blood and burning fur. The landscape ahead was nothing short of hell.

The entire base was under siege.

Xu Kai stood just beyond the outer perimeter of the wall, hidden behind a small outcropping of jagged stone. From his position, he had a full view of the chaos.

Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of mutated beasts were flooding the land like a living tide. Their roars split the sky, a deafening, guttural chorus of hunger and rage. Some of them were twice the size of a vehicle, with bone armor protruding from their backs, eyes glowing with eerie crimson light. Others were small and fast, moving like shadows between the legs of larger monsters, their fangs flashing as they launched themselves at the base walls.

He had seen mutated beasts before. Fought them. Killed them.

But never this many. Never like this.

The entire base was surrounded from all sides, the creatures hurling themselves at the high walls with unrelenting madness. Arrows flew down from above like rain. Defensive turrets blazed to life, launching bolts of flame, ice, and energy toward the oncoming horde.

His eyes swept upward, scanning the defenders. And there they were.

Liora stood at the center of the top wall.

She was a force of calm within chaos, her black coat flaring behind her as her hair whipped in the wind. Her voice rang out, clear and commanding, even over the thunder of war.

Beside her were several figures Xu Kai vaguely recognized as he was still at a distant. Liang Zihan was already engaged in his ground manipulation. Zhou Yinuo summoned her wind bled. Zhao Ren, Chen Wei, Ji Ming, Yan Lin, Yun Shou—all of them were there, fighting without hesitation.

The newly recruited guards filled every open space on the battlements, shouting orders, drawing their bows, using there abelites and pushing back the climbing monsters with everything they had.

Behind them, awakened volunteers leapt into the fight, striking down any beast that made it onto the walls. Medical runners darted between towers, tossing potions and drag-healing kits with sharp efficiency.

Xu Kai had frozen.

His breath hitched in his throat as the full reality struck him.

This was no small ambush.

This was a siege. he could not understand how could her base suddenly attract a huge tide towards it when he was barely gone for a week.

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A few hours ago...

The sun had barely risen, casting a golden glow across the still skies above the base. From her place on the second floor of the management hall, Liora sat quietly, facing the horizon. Her fingers were locked together in her lap, the cool breeze brushing past her skin as she waited. It was the seventh day.

She didn’t need a clock to remind her—every second had been etched into her bones. She could feel it in the tension in the air, in the way everything was silent, in the unnatural quiet that now surrounded the base. It was clearly the calm before storm.

The mutated beast tide was coming.

Six days ago, when she first warned the base residents about the approaching danger, she saw the fear in their eyes. The disbelief. Some had clung to denial. Others had panicked outright. But she hadn’t lied to them—she told them everything. That a wave of mutated beasts would descend on their home within the week. That it wouldn’t be a mere scout pack. That it would be a horde.

The kind that left nothing but blood and bones behind.

At first, there was hesitation. But she didn’t let that fear take root. She met them with calm certainty, stood before them without flinching, and gave them something they hadn’t had in a long time—hope.

She made sure that everyone ate three meals a day that week. She adjusted the food prices in the canteen, slashing them down to near nothing. No one should go into battle hungry. No one should feel weak because they couldn’t afford strength. With the stockpile of rice and supplies they’d secured earlier, feeding the base had been a manageable task.

The guards who had signed up were thrown into intensive training at the Fortified Training Ground. From dawn until dusk, they trained under shifting modes—against illusions, weight-based resistance, and ability-based sparring. They were no longer the hesitant, awkward fighters they’d been when they first signed up. They had hardened. Sharpened. They now stood with straight backs and focused eyes.

And it wasn’t just the guards.

Every awakened individual who had stepped forward to protect the base was welcomed—no matter their past. Liora gave them access to training modes tailored to their abilities. Wind users learned crowd control. Fire users learned restraint. Earth users practiced defensive barriers. No power was wasted. Everyone had a role.

For the residents who couldn’t fight, she gave them another purpose.

They organized medical supplies, assisted the elderly, created barricades, and even helped old man with potion brewing. Under his guidance, they now had a stockpile of wound-healing paste, energy boosters, and emergency anesthetics. Liora had given everyone crash courses on how to handle wounds—how to tie a tourniquet, how to stop bleeding, how to recognize venom.

They were scared, yes—but they were no longer helpless.

The top of the wall was now lined with more than just nervous eyes. She had installed dozens of defensive mechanisms: auto-triggered crossbow turrets, sensor-based firebomb launchers, and mounted elemental cannons that reacted to her command. Everything had been strategically placed. Every blind spot was now covered.

The command console in her system panel gave her direct control over the energy lines that powered the wall. If necessary, she could divert energy to the critical sections under attack. She had even set up emergency supply chests along the battlements, stocked with extra weapons and potions.

This base... their base... was no longer just a place to survive.

It was a place ready to fight.

She glanced toward the wall, where people were already taking their positions. Liang Zihan and Zhou Yinuo were checking the turrets on the eastern section. Chen Wei, Zhao Ren, and Ji Ming were building the trap near the front gate. Shen Haoran had climbed one of the towers, eyes already sweeping the land ahead.

Mei and Yan Lin were checking on the potions, making sure the runners knew who to pass them to. Yun Shou stood calmly beside them, sharpening his dual daggers with quiet determination.

These weren’t just her friends anymore. They were leaders in their own right. Each had stepped forward without being asked, commanding the trust of those around them.

And still, she felt a strange sense of stillness inside. A sharp clarity. No panic. No doubt.

Because everything that could be done, had been done.

She had walked through the base each night in the past week, checking every wall, every light, every alarm system. She spoke with every group—young, old, awakened or not. She didn’t promise them safety. But she promised them that they would fight together. That they would not fall alone.

And they believed her.

She rose from her seat now, Mira’s voice chiming softly in her ear.

"Liora... early seismic readings have started. There is movement near the northern ridge. Estimated numbers: in the thousands."

She nodded once, voice calm. "Begin alert sequence. Inform all sectors. Activate wall defense grid."

"Understood. Alerting now. May fortune favor your strength, Liora."

The mechanical hum of sirens rolled through the air like a distant drumbeat. She heard the shouts below as residents moved quickly to their stations, and guards lined up on the walls with weapons drawn. The atmosphere shifted instantly.

From readiness to war.

She climbed up the stairs leading to the highest part of the wall, wind tugging at her coat as she looked out.

And then—she saw it.

The horizon rippled.

And from the forest came the monstrous horde. Thousands of mutated beasts—fangs bared, claws tearing the earth, eyes glowing with unnatural hunger. The ground trembled under their weight, a terrifying, thunderous stampede that filled the air with dust and bloodlust.

But they didn’t run.

They stood.

Liora could see every face from up there. Some wide-eyed. Some grim. Some breathing hard, hands shaking slightly. But no one stepped back.

Liang Zihan raised his hand and gave a cry. The guards echoed him.

Zhou Yinuo began to use her wind ability, stopping the few flying beast from coming to there base. the most dangerous one.

Shen Haoran muttered a curse under his breath, fire already flickering in his palms. Zhao Ren’s sharp metal blades were already hovering in the air.

And Liora... Liora looked at the charging beast with narrowed eyes...she was surprised with the sheer number of beasts.

The battle had begun.