Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 462: Freya vs Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord

Chapter 462: Freya vs Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord

The bloodshed began almost immediately as the Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord tore into the northern flank of the battlefield, where human forces had gathered to deal with a cluster of Leviathans.

Hundreds of Turkin Riders and soldiers clad in black armor who had marched into that area with the intention of taking care of the drones were swiftly shattered to pieces. None could pose even the slightest resistance to the monstrous strength and ferocity of the new Leviathan Lord. Its multi-armed form moved with brutal efficiency, each colossal limb tipped with razor-sharp claws capable of cleaving through flesh and bone. In mere moments, what had been a steady force turned into a nightmare of twisted limbs and mangled armor, a testament to the colossal power wielded by this Leviathan Lord.

From afar, Jormungandr and Ouroboros, both Sky Seed Depravitas locked in their own life-and-death struggles against the Manticore Leviathan Lord and the Kraken Leviathan Lord, could do nothing but grit their teeth. Both had already been pushed well beyond their limits. Even thinking about helping the human forces was out of the question. Facing the Manticore and Kraken had drained their strength, leaving them straining to contain foes no less threatening than this new Leviathan Lord that had just joined the fray. They knew full well that this Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord’s presence would bring catastrophe if nothing was done to stop it, but there was nothing they could do.

On the ground, Grand Marshal Anglius and King Viserin watched the slaughter of their soldiers with pure hatred and frustration. Moments ago, they had been poised for a decisive victory. The human forces had methodically butchered segments of the swarm, pressing forward and gaining ground. Now, all of that progress threatened to be undone. The appearance of the Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord changed everything. It not only shattered the formation of the human forces, but it also rallied the scattered Levithans behind it.

With a single monstrous champion to anchor their courage, the enemy found new strength and coordination. The humans felt the tables turn in an instant. What had seemed a battle safely in their pocket now teetered on the brink of disaster.

Soldiers realized that staying in the north of the battlefield meant certain death. The Leviathan Lord’s rampage was unstoppable, and if they remained, they would be massacred. Yet retreating would allow the Levithans to regain their cohesion, undoing the careful fragmentation tactics the humans had employed. Fear of death weighed heavily on every soldier’s heart. Still, these warriors had undergone rigorous training and fought with a conviction that transcended fear. They reminded themselves of their cause, of everything at stake, and refused to run.

Just as panic threatened to spread, a sudden flash of light dashed across the battlefield. Before anyone could blink, Freya appeared directly in front of the Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord, interposing herself between the colossus and a cluster of soldiers. She raised her shield in time to block a massive claw that would have torn a man to ribbons.

The Viking princess gazed up at the Leviathan Lord, which towered more than four times her size. Its aura was crushing, its strength and might off the charts, far exceeding anything Freya had faced before. But there was no fear in her eyes, no hesitation in her posture. She understood that, at this moment, she was the only one who could keep this monster from obliterating the human lines.

The Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord’s eyes glowed with murderous intensity as it focused on Freya. Without delay, it poured all its killing power into an assault against the Viking princess.

Freya saw multiple powerful arms, each ending in deadly claws, swing at her from every direction. Each blow could have shattered her armor or snapped her bones if it landed cleanly. The threat of death loomed immense, yet Freya welcomed it, for it honed her instincts to their razor-sharp zenith.

Streams of light danced across her skin, the raw power of her bloodline pushing her speed to extremes. At the last second, she moved, taking a step aside, dodging several strikes that would have ended her life. Raising her shield, she protected herself from a claw aimed at her skull. The force was tremendous, sending tremors down her spine and arm, but she did not falter.

As another claw came at her ribs, she swung her mace, pushing it aside. Not wasting the momentum, she spun her body, using the shield to repel another strike before hammering her mace into the Leviathan Lord’s chest. Incredibly, her blow forced the giant monster back nearly thirty meters!

Every soldier who witnessed this exchange felt awe and admiration. They knew full well that the Leviathan Lord was physically stronger than Freya, yet her martial skill, her cunning, and her unwavering ferocity allowed her to push it away. She had done the impossible—she had halted the behemoth’s advance and, for a precious moment, robbed it of its unstoppable momentum.

"FIGHT!" Freya’s voice echoed across the battlefield, carried by an intensity that shook the hearts of all who heard it. Her willpower and resolve poured into her words, invigorating the soldiers. The Viking princess dashed forward once again, her body glowing like a sun, radiant with unyielding determination.

Her courage, so clearly visible, was infectious. Soldiers who had felt dread and despair moments before now found that their fear evaporated, replaced by resolve and fury. As Freya charged, they mirrored her ferocity.

"AHHHH!", "KILL THEM ALL!", "UNTIL THE END!"

Roars and war cries filled the air. The soldiers hacked and cleaved at the Leviathans in front of them, butchering every foe they could reach.

Enraged by Freya’s intervention, the Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord saw how this single warrior had neutralized its psychological advantage over the battlefield. Without delay, it rushed toward her, intent on crushing her body and using her severed head as a symbol to break the humans’ spirit.

The creature’s claws tore through the air with a speed that belied its size. There was a thunderous impact as it struck Freya’s mace, a crushing kinetic blast that would have hurled a lesser warrior far into the distance. But Freya spun her body at the moment of collision, dispersing the force and countering with her mace. Unfortunately, the Leviathan Lord proved to have equally formidable battle skills. It intercepted her counterstrike, pushing her weapon away and slicing its claws at her neck in a vicious upward slash.

Freya’s eyes narrowed. Dodging was impossible, so she raised her shoulder at the last second, using it as a makeshift shield. The creature’s claws sliced through armor and flesh, a deep cut appearing in her shoulder, reaching all the way to the bone. Pain flared, intense, and unrelenting, but Freya did not let it dull her senses. Instead, she used the momentum of the claw’s strike to twist her body, slipping away from a new wave of attacks from the Leviathan Lord’s other arms. Even wounded, she refused to yield any ground.

This defiance inspired the soldiers further. Seeing Freya stand toe-to-toe with the monstrous foe, showing no fear or hesitation, ignited their determination with even greater force. They struck and fought with everything they had, every breath taken while blasting Levithans into pieces. The scene was a whirlwind of death and courage. Blood and sparks flew, screams and roars mingled, and human blades bit deep into chitinous shells as the battle raged on.

Freya’s world narrowed to the Leviathan Lord before her. She had no time to consider the rest of the battlefield. Her mind blocked everything except the monster’s attacks. It appeared to be an equal fight, yet Freya knew the truth. She was dancing on the edge of a razor. One wrong step, one second too slow, and the creature would destroy her. The Viking princess resembled a butterfly caught in a tornado, each dodge and parry a desperate bid for survival. She moved in blurs and flashes, death whistling inches from her skin. It was only a matter of time before her luck began to crack.

"CRACK!" A chilling sound erupted as, after blocking more than three hundred of the Leviathan Lord’s punches and claws, Freya’s shield finally gave in. The endless barrage took its toll, and now the shield shattered into a hundred pieces, scattering fragments of metal and wood across the blood-soaked ground. Shock and dread assaulted the princess’s heart. With her shield gone, her core defense vanished. Worse yet, the bones in her left arm cracked under the pressure, adding waves of pain to her ordeal.

But even in this dire moment, Freya refused to succumb. She did not hesitate. As the shield splintered, the viking princess lashed forward with her mace. The momentum of the Leviathan Lord’s assault left a narrow opening, and she exploited it without mercy. Her mace slammed straight into the Leviathan’s chest, creating a dent in its once-impenetrable armor. Though her defenses were compromised, she remained far from defeated. The wound in her shoulder and the loss of her shield did not silence the fierce spirit that burned within her heart.