Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 281: Warzone (I)

Chapter 281: Warzone (I)

As Vlad and Lamorto clashed with overwhelming ferocity, their strikes reverberating through the battlefield like thunder, the rest of the warzone devolved into brutal carnage. From the front lines, the three hundred Champions, accompanied by Jormungandr, carved through the demonic horde with relentless precision and terrifying efficiency.

The Champions moved as a cohesive unit, their massive swords cleaving through demon after demon with brutal strength. Every slash severed limbs, split torsos, and sent fountains of dark blood spraying into the air. The ground beneath them became slick with gore as they advanced, their shields raised to batter back any attempt by the demonic beasts to break their formation. The sheer force behind their shields crushed skulls and shattered bones, reducing any demon foolish enough to approach into broken heaps.

Spearmen and archers provided flawless support from behind the front line. The spearmen’s long, gleaming weapons pierced through multiple demons at once, their aim impeccable, while the archers rained arrows down with such deadly precision that each shot found its mark in a demon’s eye, throat, or heart.

The contribution of these support units was immense. They allowed the battle formation to remain tight and cohesive, permitting the vanguard to focus solely on the enemies ahead, greatly improving their efficiency.

Further back, the Mages were also doing their part, and the number of demons they killed was staggering. Their chants echoed in unison, the ground beneath the demonic horde erupting with spikes of jagged stone that impaled dozens of demons at a time.

However, earth wasn’t the only type of magic being used. Some of the Mages focused their power on the farther reaches of the incoming horde. Flames spiraled from their hands, scorching through even the toughest of demon hides, while blasts of wind sent groups of demons flying into the air, their bodies breaking upon impact with the earth.

The battle was a display of destruction, and the soldiers of the Xaos Kingdom demonstrated skill and precision beyond human capability. Each movement was practiced, and every attack was calculated, showing the extraordinary level of their training.

There was no mercy. Demons fell by the hundreds, their corpses piling high as the Champions and their forces advanced, inch by bloody inch, through the seemingly endless tide of beasts.

Jormungandr, though drained from his earlier Lightning Tsunami, remained an unstoppable force on the battlefield. His paws crackled with lightning, each strike sending demonic bodies flying in pieces. The small yellow cat moved with the precision of a general, leading the charge of the Champions as they pushed forward at an alarming speed, forcing the demon horde to react to them.

Since they were advancing so rapidly, the risk of gaps forming in their battle formation was present. At one point, a massive wolf-like demon managed to slip past a shield bearer and lunged toward an archer in the back ranks.

The Xaos soldier’s eyes widened in shock as the demon lunged at him, jaws wide open, but before it could strike, an arc of lightning shot through the air, striking the demon and blasting it into charred pieces.

The archer, breathing heavily, glanced toward the source of the lightning and saw none other than Jormungandr, his body surrounded by crackling electricity. The small cat stood at the front of the line, continuing to devastate the demons with swift, precise attacks.

A feeling of awe and wonder filled the archer’s heart as he clenched his fists. A renewed fighting spirit blazed in his eyes as he resumed firing arrows into the demonic ranks.

Jormungandr was well aware of the danger of pushing the soldiers forward at such a rapid pace, but he had a solution. The A.I. Chip scanned the battlefield constantly, its calculations far surpassing the instincts and perception of even the most seasoned warrior.

Every time one of the Champions was in danger of being attacked by a demonic beast, the A.I. Chip alerted Jormungandr, highlighting the exact location of the threat. With precise timing, Jormungandr unleashed a stream of lightning from his mouth, neutralizing the danger before it could harm the soldiers.

Thanks to Jormungandr’s overwhelming power and the help of the A.I. Chip, the three hundred Champions killed demons at a staggering rate and advanced several meters every minute. Mountains of Origin Force flowed into their bodies, helping them move without pause.

While Jormungandr and the three hundred Champions attacked from the front, drawing the focus of the demonic horde, the rest of the Xaos soldiers and Viking warriors played their part on the flanks. Under Brigadier General Mitchel’s and Grey Hawk’s command, they executed pincer movements, attacking the demon horde from both sides and spreading chaos through their ranks.

Although these soldiers were not as individually powerful as the Champions, nor did they have the overwhelming support of someone like Jormungandr, their numbers and discipline allowed them to have a significant impact on the battlefield.

The Xaos soldiers stationed around Nagan Mountain had spent months training and fighting the monsters of the region, honing their skills to a razor’s edge. They moved as one, their swords and shields creating an impenetrable wall of death, cutting through demons with practiced precision.

The viking warriors, on the other hand, fought with wild, unbridled ferocity. They had always been naturally fierce, but now, with the added benefit of Origin Force flooding their bodies with every kill, they fought like possessed men.

To the people of Terra, Origin Force was merely a part of their existence since it was so easy to attain. But to the Vikings, beings from a higher dimension, Origin Force was a treasure beyond value.

Every drop of it was more precious than all their wealth combined, and now they were receiving it in abundance. Each demon they killed fueled their power, enhancing their strength, speed, and talent at an astonishing rate.

The vikings, their muscles bulging and their eyes alight with the hunger for more power, cleaved through demons with brutal efficiency. They fought with axes, hammers, and swords, breaking bones and crushing skulls with the sheer force of their strikes. Each viking seemed to grow stronger with every second, their bloodlust rising as they fed off the energy of the battlefield.