Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 394: New units (I)

Chapter 394: New units (I)

The outer ring at the base of Kuro Mountain had transformed into a massive battlefield. Every inch was occupied by raging and bloodthirsty Leviathans who sought to rise to the peak and by human forces who butchered every single one in their path. It was a truly bloody sight; thousands upon thousands of Leviathans perished every second while handfuls of humans fell alongside them. The ground was stained with so much blood that it began to form a small river around the base of Kuro Mountain.

Viserin’s eyes were sharp as his sword moved with overwhelming speed and precision. Although he could not compare with Vlad, there was a reason the Plane Will chose him as a World King Candidate. He proved his worth by displaying power that could rival giants like Grand Marshal Anglius and Major General Theodoro.

"X Formation, now!" the Turkin King shouted as he guided his riders. Dividing the group into four directions, they blasted apart all the drones before circling around those forces and squeezing them down.

While the Turkin riders were only facing drones, the importance of their job on the battlefield could not be higher. After all, they were less than seventy thousand and facing millions of tiny, fast creatures that knew no fear and could turn the entire battlefield into a slaughterhouse if they were to reach the peak of Kuro Mountain.

The Turkin riders moved with impeccable coordination. Their demonic mounts thundered across the blood-soaked ground, hooves crushing Leviathans underfoot. Their formations shifted seamlessly, adapting to the flow of battle and keeping the flanks secure.

Grand Marshal Anglius and Major General Theodoro’s eyes were bloodshot as they and the Bloodline Soldiers used every iota of power they had to push forward. Blasting all the drones and aerial units in their path, they drove them back and limited the movement of several insect-humanoid warriors.

The group was accompanied by the full might of the Golden Wave Legion and Shadowstrike Legion, which destroyed everything on their left and right flanks. Their moves resembled a saw—pushing deep into the enemy’s ranks, leaving bleeding wounds, and butchering everything—before pulling back, allowing themselves a respite, and dashing forward again, starting the process over and over.

Anglius swung his massive halberd with ferocious strength, each sweep clearing a swath through the enemy. His golden armor was splattered with dark blood, but he pressed on undeterred. Beside him, Theodoro unleashed bursts of energy from his spear, the Force skills tearing through clusters of Leviathans. The Bloodline Soldiers fought with unparalleled ferocity, their unique abilities complementing one another and creating a formidable front.

Of course, the most intense clash was between Freya and the Special Unit Leviathan. Bloody wounds were evident on the Viking princess and the Leviathan, yet they had not moved more than five meters from their original position.

The shockwaves and destructive energy unleashed had practically reduced the ground beneath their feet to dust. Freya’s eyes were pure fierceness and coldness. Her mace and shield moved at a shocking speed as she constantly blocked strikes that could take down massive buildings before responding with power enough to make an entire mountain tremble.

The Special Unit Leviathan’s eyes glowed with malice and killing intent. While its sentience and ego were just an extension of the massive hive mind, it was special enough to feel rage and the desire to kill. This drove it to attack with everything it had, accepting wounds in exchange for the chance to harm the Viking princess.

Freya lunged forward, her mace arcing toward the Leviathan’s head. The creature morphed an appendage into a shield-like structure, deflecting the blow but staggering under the impact. It retaliated with a swift slash of its bladed limb, which Freya narrowly avoided by pivoting on her heel. She countered with a shield bash that sent a shockwave rippling outward.

Circling the battlefield of the Viking princess and the Special Unit Leviathan were Ned and the Lords of Horror.

"¡Fuego de Horror!"

"¡Bala!"

"¡Cañón!"

The white juggernauts waved their massive swords with overwhelming power and speed using only their right hands, sundering everything around them while simultaneously using their left hands to unleash all their abilities. Their power and endurance allowed them to repel the waves of drones, aerial units, and insect-humanoid warriors that sought to interfere with the fight within their encirclement.

Flames erupted from their palms, engulfing swarms of drones. Their swords cleaved effortlessly through the enemy, each swing precise and deadly. The Lords of Horror moved with a singular purpose, their coordination impeccable. They formed an unbreakable ring around Freya’s duel, ensuring no external threat could disrupt the critical confrontation.

From the sky, it was a truly shocking sight. It resembled thirty-three white pillars inside a dark ocean, keeping the darkness at bay. But things were even more impressive. Those thirty-three men could not only forge a death zone within the ranks of the Leviathans but also keep a part of their focus on the Special Unit Leviathan at all times. As soon as that entity moved near them, they were ready to strike with all their power and give their lives to wound it. The Lords of Horror could see beyond fear or doubt—perfect weapons that would obey any order from Overlord, including giving their lives to pursue a better military stance.

The battle carried on for hours, and as the sun reached its zenith, exhaustion started to show in the faces of the Xaos Forces. Yet they kept going, their battle spirit burning as they saw they managed to keep the dark waves of death that were the Leviathan hive at bay. It was a massive accomplishment; after all, they were not even one hundred thousand and faced millions who knew no fear or exhaustion.

The human forces were holding, but they all knew the situation was precarious. The Leviathans’ numbers seemed endless, and any misstep could lead to disaster. The hive mind was constantly adapting, probing for weaknesses.

Unfortunately for the human forces, the battlefield could change at any second, and the stalemate they were so happy to have attained broke along with the ground beneath the Turkin riders.