Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 293: Ready to clash

Chapter 293: Ready to clash

The golden soldiers continued marching forward under the guidance of the golden titan, their gazes sharp as they observed the fifty thousand soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom approaching.

There was no fear in their hearts, no signs of nervousness. These were men who had faced the might of the Azarin Empire and experienced battles in which a God ran away. Events like that had shaped their mentality to the point that even if they faced an army ten times larger, they were still ready to fight without hesitation.

Grand Marshal Anglius’ eyes were deep with resolution and unshakable determination as he led his forces. He had risen swiftly in power and mentality over the last couple of months, his body capable of facing even High Champion demons.

The military general had been given a command by the man he saw as a living god: to showcase the might of the Golden Wave Legion—their determination, focus, and preparation. He would not disappoint.

Viserin also guided his soldiers forward, but unlike the golden warriors of the Xaos Kingdom, his forces showed signs of nervousness and apprehension. Yet, all eyes fell on him, witnessing his absolute focus and readiness, inspiring them to stay strong.

The Turkin King’s eyes were sharp, his aura roaring as he became a beacon to his people. His gaze couldn’t help but focus on the gargantuan man leading the opposing force. The titan’s towering size made Viserin appear small even atop his massive tiger mount.

Of course, Viserin understood that size did not equate to strength, but he could feel the immense energy emanating from the man’s body—a force within his blood that burned with a might he was unfamiliar with.

"Is that the Xaos King?" Viserin muttered to himself. Although he had received information from Keron, the scout’s Gift was not flawless, and he couldn’t provide much detail when events were too far away.

Just as these thoughts crossed Viserin’s mind, the golden titan halted his march, and not even a second later, all five thousand golden soldiers did the same. Their movements froze in unison, displaying a level of coordination that seemed truly inhuman—as if they were trained by an artificial intelligence capable of driving human minds to incredible levels of focus.

Seeing the golden army stop, King Viserin also signaled his soldiers to halt. While they complied, it wasn’t with the flawless coordination of the other side, partly due to their larger size and use of mounts.

There were exactly five hundred meters between both armies on flat terrain, making it easy for either side to march and gain enough momentum for a clash. It was as if only a signal was needed for an all-out battle to erupt, creating a tense atmosphere that filled the area.

King Viserin glanced at the golden titan and his soldiers, trying to understand their intentions. However, they remained silent and unmoving, their minds steady, giving no indication of their next move. Finally, after a minute of eerie silence, the golden titan moved forward alone before shouting.

"I am Grand Marshal Anglius, leader of the Golden Wave Legion! A faithful servant of Vlad Xaos—the Incarnation of Wrath, the First Demon Soul Master, the Godslayer! Who is your leader?!" The voice of Grand Marshal Anglius was like a shattering echo, causing some of the weaker soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom to tremble.

Viserin couldn’t help but frown upon realizing that the one speaking was not the king but the grand marshal. He glanced at General Zamas; it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to respond to the summons of the golden giant, as that would set a wrong precedent, showing a subservient stance to another kingdom.

General Zamas took a deep breath, patted the bear he was mounted on, and guided it a few steps forward before speaking. "I am General Zamas, a follower of King Viserin, the one with the Blood of the Beast. If you wish to speak with my king, your king should present himself."

Grand Marshal Anglius focused on the middle-aged man, his eyes sharp as he assessed his energy and strength.

"If what you seek is war, my king has no words for you," Anglius declared, his voice deepening. He paused, demonic energy flowing through his eyes before carrying on with a voice that carried finality and might: "Only death!"

He then slammed his halberd into the ground, generating a resounding boom. Immediately, all the soldiers behind him did the same, striking their weapons against the earth three times.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

The synchronized action sent shockwaves through the ground, the sheer force of which caused the air to vibrate and a cloud of dust to rise.

General Zamas’s instincts triggered. He sensed the overpowering aura of the golden soldiers, all of them bristling with lethality and might. Immediately, his hand moved to the weapon at his side, but before he could do anything, a figure moved forward.

Mark appeared beside the middle-aged general, his gaze sharp as he indicated the man should restrain himself before focusing on the golden giant. The old man took a deep breath, his face showing wisdom and composure. "I am General Mark, counselor of King Viserin."

Grand Marshal Anglius turned to the old man, his eyes sharp but steady, and he showed no animosity as he indicated for him to speak.

"The Turkin Kingdom wishes to speak as we seek to learn from our neighbor and help each other in the battle against the aliens." Mark paused at this moment, his eyes growing sharp as he displayed a fierceness that could only be born from countless battles. "However, while we seek diplomacy, we are more than ready to clash with any force that dares to defy our liberty and way of life."

The old man’s message was clear. They wanted to speak, but if the other party wanted to fight, they were more than willing to follow that path as well.

"Good enough!" Suddenly, those words echoed from the sky as a figure began to descend.