Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 298: Showing might (II)

Chapter 298: Showing might (II)

Back on the battlefield, the soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom stood in stunned silence. They couldn’t comprehend the god-like beings that had just intervened in their battle. Confusion swirled through their ranks, but before panic could take hold, they heard the voice of their king cutting through the haze.

"My soldiers, attack in the name of your king!"

The soldiers, who had been teetering on the edge of despair, felt the weight of their dread lift at the sound of their king’s command. Relief turned into burning resolve as they saw the horizon fill with reinforcements—tens of thousands of their brothers and comrades marching in perfect unison toward the demonic horde. Their spirits surged, and where fear had once gripped them, now there was only vengeance and fury.

"Kill all those monsters. Crash them to pieces!" King Viserin led the charge, his eyes burning with righteous anger as he urged his men forward.

The losses his people had suffered kindled a fire deep within him, and he wanted nothing more than to repay the demons in kind. Behind him, the fifty thousand soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom mirrored their king’s rage, their hearts filled with the same thirst for retribution.

They roared and shouted as they stormed toward the demonic horde, their combined battle cry a deafening wave of sound that seemed to shake the earth itself.

They moved with a singular purpose—to avenge the fallen, protect their families, and crush every last demon that dared stand in their way!

As the Turkin Kingdom’s forces charged, the ground trembled beneath the weight of their collective fury. Their swords gleamed in the flickering light of the burning settlement, and their shields locked together.

Next to the wild, raging soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom, the forces of the Xaos Kingdom advanced in stark contrast. Unlike the roaring battle cries of their allies, the golden soldiers were eerily silent. Led by the towering Grand Marshal Anglius, they marched with precision and purpose, their golden armor gleaming in the firelight.

No shouts. No battle cries. Only cold, ruthless determination!

The Golden Wave Legion was a force born from relentless training, discipline, and a focus sharper than any blade. There was no need for words, no need for emotion—only action. They moved like a machine, their steps perfectly synchronized, their minds focused on the battle ahead. Their silence was more terrifying than any roar, a stillness that promised calculated, brutal efficiency.

As the two armies—one fueled by rage, the other by precision—rushed toward the demonic horde, the beasts began to panic. Panic took root among the demons with their Abyssal leader gone and their strongest Champions obliterated. They shifted and writhed, trying to form some semblance of defense, but chaos had already spread through their ranks.

Then, from above, Jormungandr struck again.

"Lightning Echo!"

Hovering in the sky with flaming wings, the small yellow cat opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of sonic waves. The attack rippled through the air, crashing into the demon horde with a thunderous roar. It wasn’t meant to kill but to cripple. The sonic waves struck at the very core of the demons’ nervous systems, paralyzing them where they stood.

The horde stood helpless, unable to move or defend themselves as the wave of human soldiers crashed into them like an unstoppable tide.

King Viserin led the charge with unrelenting ferocity, his sword slicing through the nearest demon with a single, brutal stroke. Blood sprayed in the air as his soldiers followed suit, their weapons cleaving into the frozen beasts with reckless abandon. The demons had no chance to resist—the Turkin soldiers were wild, their rage igniting every strike.

Screams filled the air as demons were cut down one after another, their bodies torn apart by the frenzied human assault. Soldiers fought with savage determination, hacking through demonic flesh, their eyes blazing with vengeance. The relentless onslaught shredded the once-imposing horde, the ground soaked with their black blood!

Men who had moments ago been on the verge of breaking now reveled in the carnage, their rage a powerful weapon. They tore through the demonic beasts, their swords and spears driven by fury, loss, and the need to protect the fleeing civilians behind them. The demons fell by the hundreds, their bodies piling high as the soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom pushed them back.

But even amidst the chaos, the forces of the Xaos Kingdom moved with chilling precision.

Grand Marshal Anglius led the charge, his towering form plowing through the demonic ranks like a juggernaut. His massive halberd cleaved through demons with every swing, each strike sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Dozens of demons fell with each motion of his weapon, their bodies torn apart by the sheer force of his attacks.

Where the Turkin soldiers fought with wild, unbridled ferocity, the Golden Wave Legion fought with cold, calculated efficiency. They split into dozens of battalions, diving deep into the heart of the demon horde, each group moving with lethal coordination. Every soldier knew their role, their movements like a well-oiled machine as they carved through the demonic ranks.

The demons had no chance to form any defense. The Golden Wave Legion struck with precision, targeting the strongest demons and eliminating them with swift, lethal blows. No demon was spared, no opening left unexploited. Every strike was deliberate, every movement a calculated step toward victory.

Anglius led his troops with unwavering focus, his eyes cold as he hunted down the remaining demon Champions. With every step, his halberd brought death, and the ground shook with the force of his attacks. The golden soldiers followed his lead, their movements precise and deadly, moving like a golden tide through the battlefield, leaving destruction in their wake.

The once fearsome demon horde was now in disarray. With their leaders dead or paralyzed, they were little more than fodder for the combined might of the Turkin Kingdom and the Xaos Kingdom. The battlefield had become a slaughterhouse, with demons falling left and right, unable to withstand the human onslaught.