Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 444: The north is ours!

Chapter 444: The north is ours!

The hive mind was reeling from its devastating losses, only to have the human forces strike once more less than ten hours later. This time, their maneuvers were different, with all human troops attacking from the ground, making it seem like an eight-headed hydra was closing its jaws around the swarm of Leviathans.

Vlad, Freya, Jormungandr, and all the greatest powerhouses led battalions as they struck the swarm’s perimeter, butchering everything in their path. They reached deep into the heart of the enemy formation, then retreated before the hive mind could mount any form of coordinated counterattack.

As the hours passed, more and more Leviathans perished. The human forces displayed new and unsettling approaches, all under the style of Blitzkrieg tactics—rapid, unpredictable assaults that left no time for the enemy to respond. The Leviathans, once confident in their overwhelming numbers and relentless advance, now found themselves on the defensive.

Finally, before the week ended, one last massive offensive took place. The humans had rested and planned meticulously, and now it was time for the finishing blow. Vlad descended like a comet into the battlefield, generating a massive explosion of fire and lightning as he landed amidst the Leviathans, causing chaos and mayhem.

The shockwave of his arrival sent lesser creatures tumbling away. Without delay, he dashed toward the last remaining Elite Units that still lingered in the swarm, determined to finish them off. He struck with all his power, every blow capable of making a small mountain tremble. His fists crackled with lightning, his aura flared with demonic heat, and each impact pulverized chitinous armor as if it were brittle glass.

While Vlad honed in on the Elite Units, the rest of the human forces took on the remainder of the swarm. They butchered every single Leviathan in their path, ensuring not even a single drone escaped. Swords, spears, maces, axes, and elemental spells swirled through the battlefield, cutting down drones, hybrids, and aerial units alike. Within less than an hour, the sounds of explosions and the screams of battle had ended, leaving only tens of thousands of human soldiers standing atop a sea of corpses.

The massive Leviathan force that had entered the Keny Country—initially numbering more than six million—had sought to advance into the Karman Country, shatter the human fortress, and grant the hive mind its vengeance. Now, it lay annihilated. Every single one of the monsters was dead, their bodies spread across the ground, shattered and broken, not a single one left alive to tell the tale. The brutality and ferocity of the human charge had been such that the Leviathans stood no chance.

Vlad’s body was covered in the black blood of the Elite Units. Streams of Origin Force emerged from the corpses and entered his body, giving him an extremely fearsome appearance. Despite this gruesome visage, a broad and thrilling smile could be seen on his face. He had attained what could only be described as a massive success.

Not letting himself become lost in the thrill of success, Vlad took a deep breath and shouted to the group, "Pile up the drones’ corpses and store the others! We must not leave even a drop of biomass left!"

"Yes, sir!" all the soldiers shouted in unison. They understood there was no point in killing all these Leviathans if the hive mind could somehow regain that biomass. They had to burn the remains. The human forces picked up the corpses from this and previous battles that were spread across the terrain and began to pile them into huge pyres. They ignited them with Guardian Tier demonic flames so intense that even Leviathan bones would turn into ash after a few hours of burning.

As for the Elite Units, Leviathan warriors, and aerial units, their remains were all stored carefully. Soon, these would be sent back to Xaos City, where Overlord could use their bodies to make weapons, armor, and alchemical concoctions to help the war effort. Nothing would be wasted. The humans had learned from their foes—the Leviathans sought biomass to grow stronger, and now they would use their enemies’ remains to strengthen themselves.

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While the soldiers continued cleaning the battlefield, Vlad, Freya, Jormungandr, Grand Marshal Anglius, and all the higher-ups and generals stood atop a small hill near the battlefield, discussing their next moves. The metallic orb representing Overlord hovered above them.

"My Sentinels have done a clean sweep of the entire north of the Monsoon Continent," Overlord announced, his voice resonating in their communication devices. "It is official—we have decimated the Leviathans in it. There is no sign of them in any direction."

When they heard those words emerge from the metallic orb, the group could not help but clench their fists, excitement, and relief filling their hearts. It was now official: they had won the north of the continent. They had also taken care of the Leviathans in the Rand Country and Kylen Country, meaning that the north of the Monsoon Continent—that was once completely under the Leviathans’ domain—was now theirs!

Vlad took a deep breath as he gazed at the faces of everyone present. They had fought across multiple countries, pushing them beyond their limits and putting them in constant danger, but all of it had been worth it. Finally, signs of a clear victory were on the horizon.

"There is still much to do," Vlad said, his voice strong yet measured. "But we have the right to feel happy, to allow the thrill and sense of success to wash over us. Our efforts have shown that this threat can be defeated, and soon, we will erase all of them from the face of Terra!"

"We will win!"

"All the Leviathans will burn under our power!"

"Nothing of them will remain other than broken corpses!"

The generals could not help but shout, allowing their usually composed expressions to fade, revealing the thrill that coursed through their veins.

Vlad allowed the excitement to continue for a few moments before shouting, "Now we make our move. We march into the heart of the Monsoon Continent!"