Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 341: The end of the exploding mountain battlefield

Chapter 341: The end of the exploding mountain battlefield

Grand Marshal Anglius took a deep breath, steadying himself. Jormungandr’s spell had scorched the hive’s heart, wounding nearly all the remaining drones. However, those creatures did not know when to stop, and even if half of their bodies were missing, they would still fight. Undoubtedly, they would rally as soon as they recovered from the attack.

The golden giant knew they couldn’t afford to hesitate; they needed to seize the momentum and take advantage of the opening the small yellow cat had created. His eyes met those of his soldiers—tired but unbroken.

"Burn everything you have in this last charge. With me!" Grand Marshal Anglius bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Amara and Clasius stood side by side with the golden giant, their energies exploding as shadows and flames erupted from their weapons.

Determination was etched into the faces of the warriors of the Golden Wave Legion as they broke their defensive formation. Weapons were gripped tighter, shields raised higher, and with a unified roar, they surged alongside their leaders. They tore through the drones in their path, every swing of their weapons reducing enemies to pieces and blood.

On the flanks, Freya and Ouroboros glanced at each other, their eyes sharp and resolute as they saw the advance of the Golden Wave Legion. They nodded, their energies flaring as they turned to the Turkin soldiers beside them.

"Kill them all!" Freya shouted, her voice fierce. "Show them the price of aiming their hunger at your people!"

"Let them feel your wrath!" Ouroboros added, his claws glowing with a sinister light.

Inspired by the ferocity of the Xaos Forces, the Turkin soldiers roared in unison. Courage swelled within them, pushing aside exhaustion and fear. Leaving the safety of their defensive formation, they charged forward to deliver the final blow to the hive.

Freya’s mace became a blur of motion, each swing crushing drones with bone-shattering force. She moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, her every action precise and deadly. Ouroboros was a whirlwind of shadows, his claws slicing through chitinous armor as if it were paper. Together, they carved a path toward the last of the hive warriors.

Frank and Mirena flanked the Viking princess and the fiendish werewolf, unleashing devastating attacks. The Royal Guards’ energies flared brilliantly—they were prepared to expend every last drop of magic in their Soul Dimensions for this final push.

The battlefield transformed into a scene of utter carnage. The soldiers closed in on the remnants of the hive, their swords, hammers, spears, and spells unleashed with unbridled fury. Blood sprayed, and exoskeletons shattered as they fought with ferocity beyond measure. The cries of the dying drones mixed with the battle roars of the warriors, creating a deafening cacophony.

Amidst the chaos, one of the hive warriors broke through the front lines. With terrifying speed, the insect-humanoid hybrid with four legs lunged into a group of Turkin soldiers. Its massive claw swept down, instantly crushing two soldiers into the blood-soaked earth.

For a heartbeat, fear flickered in the eyes of the nearby soldiers. But adrenaline and bloodlust surged, overriding their terror. With a unified scream of rage, they attacked. Spears pierced the creature’s wounded carapace, swords found the gaps between its armor plates, and hammers shattered its limbs. The hive warrior thrashed violently, wounding many, but the Turkin soldiers held their ground, their determination unwavering. Finally, with a guttural roar, the beast collapsed, lifeless.

"That’s for our brothers!" one soldier shouted, pulling his spear from the creature’s corpse.

"Onward!" another yelled, rallying his comrades to continue the assault.

The bloodshed intensified. The hive’s power waned with each passing moment—its formations crumbled, and its adaptability diminished as its numbers dwindled. Without coordination, the drones became disoriented, making them easy targets for the relentless onslaught.

There was no escape for the hive. The raging lightning firestorm behind them cut off any path of retreat. Trapped, they fought savagely, seemingly determined to take as many humans down with them as possible.

Grand Marshal Anglius swung his halberd with tireless strength, cleaving through drones as if they were mere shadows. "Do not relent!" he commanded. "Purge them from our lands!"

Amara and Clasius moved like twin harbingers of destruction. Shadows and flames danced around them as they weaved through the battlefield, their blades striking down any foe that dared approach.

"Almost there!" Amara called out, her eyes locked on the thinning ranks of the enemy.

Clasius nodded, his flaming sword leaving a trail of embers with each strike. "Let’s finish this!"

Not far away, Freya met a hive warrior head-on, dodging a swipe of its claw before slamming her mace into its knee joint. The creature stumbled, and she capitalized on the opening, delivering a crushing blow to its head.

Ouroboros faced another, his movements a blur. He leaped onto its back, his claws tearing into its armor. The hive warrior tried to shake him off, but he was relentless, finally driving his claws into the base of its skull.

Frank and Mirena unleashed their final spells. Frank’s magma spheres grew larger, their explosions more violent, consuming swaths of drones in molten fury. Mirena’s electric tornadoes intensified the metallic shards within, slicing through multiple enemies at once.

"Give it everything!" Frank shouted, his voice hoarse but determined as he pushed the Turkin soldier next to him forward.

"Leave nothing!" Mirena echoed, her eyes blazing with electric light.

The Turkin soldiers fought with unparalleled ferocity. They were no longer just defending their homeland—they were avenging their fallen, ensuring that the sacrifice of their comrades was not in vain.

Blood and screams filled the battlefield, the presence of death growing more powerful with every passing second until, finally, the last drone fell, and a profound silence descended upon the battlefield.

Grand Marshal Anglius lowered his halberd to stop his body from collapsing to the ground from exhaustion as he surveyed the field of battle. The ground was littered with the remnants of the hive—broken bodies, shattered armor, and pools of dark ichor. The acrid smell of smoke and ozone hung heavy in the air.