Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 408: Aiming at the strongest

Chapter 408: Aiming at the strongest

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!"

A massive explosion thundered across the sky as the Depravita of Wrath and the Divine Leviathan clashed in the air. Shockwaves of red energy and dark golden force spread across the heavens, illuminating the battlefield below with an eerie glow. As they ascended higher, their clash grew more and more powerful, the very atmosphere trembling under their might.

The human forces roared in unison with the explosion generated by their leader. They descended Kuro Mountain with unwavering determination, weapons gleaming under the distorted light. It took less than five seconds for the first wave—the Turkin riders—to collide with the front lines of the Leviathans. They blasted through the swarm with power that could only be described as superhuman, their demonic steeds thundering forward without hesitation.

Viserin, who led the charge, couldn’t help but glance at the sky as he witnessed the strength that the Xaos King unleashed. Although they were both World King Candidates, the difference in their power was simply colossal. Yet, the Turkin King did not grow disheartened.

’A wise man can get more from his enemies than from a friend,’ he thought, recalling an ancient proverb. As that saying echoed in Viserin’s mind, his eyes blazed with fighting spirit. The stronger the Xaos King became, the more he would push himself. He refused to simply give up or be left behind.

"DEATH!" King Viserin shouted once more, the call for battle resonating across the ranks. His blood burned with fervor as he and his demonic steed led the surge, diving deeper and deeper into the Leviathan swarms. Thousands of drones were blasted away by the second under the relentless assault of the Turkin riders. Their lances pierced through chitinous exoskeletons, swords slashed with deadly precision, and shields battered aside any who dared stand in their path.

The drones could do nothing to stop the surge from the Turkin riders. Vlad’s sudden appearance and the shocking power he unleashed had halted the Leviathans’ momentum, which proved deadly for them. Despite their massive casualties, the hive mind kept pushing its forces forward with everything it had, deploying its most powerful troops to drive onward.

Although King Viserin’s heart burned with fighting spirit, he was no fool. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the Leviathan warriors, he waved his hand, signaling his riders.

"Split formation!" he commanded.

The Turkin riders obeyed without hesitation, dividing toward the left and right flanks in perfect synchrony. An opening soon appeared between the tens of thousands of Turkin riders, a deliberate gap through which the Leviathans could march. But not even a second later, a young woman covered in glowing totems and a demonic werewolf adorned with powerful runes surged forward. They were followed by thirty-three white juggernauts, each wielding massive swords and exuding an aura of overwhelming power.

They dove into the opening, blasting everything in their path as they headed straight for the core of the Leviathan swarm. Not even the Leviathan warriors dared to approach that force, immediately moving away. The hive mind knew that against such formidable opponents, sending the insect-humanoid hybrids would only be wasting troops.

Freya and Ouroboros saw how the Leviathan warriors moved aside but did not chase after them; they had other goals. As they reached deep into the swarm, they nodded to each other before splitting apart. The Viking princess took Ned and sixteen of the Lords of Horror as she veered toward the base of the mountain. Ouroboros took the remaining white juggernauts and charged toward the most massive Leviathan on the battlefield.

The Behemoth’s charge had been affected by Vlad’s sudden emergence, just like the rest of the Leviathans. The effect was even more substantial on this colossal creature due to its size and difficulty in ascending the mountain. Before it could gain sufficient momentum, it saw the demonic werewolf—the same one that had sent it hurtling to the ground the day before—lunging toward it again.

"ROOOOOAAAAAARRRR!" A guttural roar emerged from the Behemoth as it swung its massive claw toward the incoming fiendish werewolf, trying to crush him mid-air. The sheer force of its swipe caused a gust of wind that sent rocks tumbling.

Unfortunately for the massive Leviathan, sixteen fist-sized spheres of golden fire collided with its enormous claw, halting its movement. Ouroboros displayed a cold smile as the Lords of Horror’s cannons neutralized the Behemoth’s attack. Using the full power of his momentum, he twisted in the air and struck with both of his legs squarely against the Leviathan’s chest.

"CRACK!"

A resounding crack echoed as the chitinous exoskeleton covering the Behemoth’s body fractured under the force of the blow. The massive creature was pushed back down, the ground beneath it shattering into pieces upon impact. Dust and debris flew into the air as the earth trembled.

"KILL!" Ouroboros roared, his voice filled with unyielding resolve. He led the Lords of Horror in a relentless assault, unwilling to give the Behemoth even a single second of respite. They moved with precision and coordination, each juggernaut targeting weak points in the Behemoth’s armor.

Meanwhile, Freya and her group reached the base of the mountain. The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh and the metallic tang of blood. The ground was littered with the remnants of previous battles—shattered exoskeletons, discarded weapons, and craters from magical explosions.

Freya leaped into the air, her mace glowing with brilliant light as she channeled her energy. She dived toward a newly made crater where the Special Unit Leviathan was buried under rocks and debris.

"DIE!" the Viking princess roared, her voice echoing like thunder. She poured all her strength into her strike, her mace descending like a comet.

Just as her attack was about to land, a figure burst from the rocky grave. The Special Unit Leviathan had managed to dodge the attack at the last second, its multiple eyes glowing with a mixture of rage and wariness. Its exoskeleton was cracked in several places, and dark ichor oozed from its wounds.

Before it could regain its footing, two white figures appeared before it—the Lords of Horror. They swung their massive swords that burned with golden fire, aiming for the creature’s cracked chest.