Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 716: Reaching the final battlefield of the Doomsday World

Chapter 716: Reaching the final battlefield of the Doomsday World

There was a solemn expression etched into Spartacus’s face as he teleported, drawing closer and closer to the Korokor Stronghold. He had already finished visiting the other remaining strongholds that were still standing, gathering every ounce of strength he could. But what he had managed to rally and send to the frontlines was still far from enough for what would be needed to ensure even a slim chance at victory.

As Spartacus moved through the fabric of space, lost in grim thought, his sharp senses suddenly flared. He narrowed his eyes, detecting multiple Legendary-level presences ahead.

"What’s happening?" A sense of caution surged through him. Instantly, he accelerated, materializing above the Korokor Stronghold just a second later—and the sight that met his eyes shocked him deeply.

At the base of the stronghold, a group of fifty-five warriors stood assembled. Leading them were three figures whom he recognized immediately. Spartacus’s breath caught in his chest.

He could not hide the astonishment upon seeing General Tiberius standing tall once more, exuding an aura so potent, so revitalized, that it was clear he could hold his ground in a Legendary battlefield. The general’s rapid recovery was a miracle in itself.

But what truly stunned Spartacus was the small yellow cat standing beside him—Jormungandr.

Jormungandr now bore the unmistakable aura of a fully awakened Legend, and not merely at the entry-level. His energy pool radiated so intensely, so vibrantly—infused with the pure power of life, lightning, and fire—that Spartacus instinctively knew he would have to approach the little creature with utmost caution in a battle. That power bordered dangerously close to the High Legend tier.

His gaze then swept toward the fifty-odd warriors standing behind the trio. Spartacus sensed it immediately: each one had the strength and resilience of a Half-Step Legend. While they might not survive alone against true Legends, together—and with careful coordination—they could survive, and even thrive, on a Legendary battlefield.

A booming laugh broke from Spartacus’s chest, one that echoed across the skies like rolling thunder shaking the very fabric of space.

"I left for barely a week," Spartacus roared in laughter, locking eyes with Vlad, "and already you’ve surprised me again!"

The True Depravita of Wrath grinned broadly, meeting Spartacus’s laughter with his own. Truthfully, Vlad was just as thrilled as the Space Master to see the incredible improvements they had achieved.

"Come, help me!" Spartacus called, descending swiftly to the ground. He opened his spatial ring and withdrew a set of special materials—rare stones and crystals inscribed with complex space-law formations. Without wasting a moment, he began setting them on the ground.

Recognizing their resonance with the Law of Space, Vlad quickly stepped forward, seamlessly taking control over the assembly. With skilled hands, he manipulated the components, accelerating the construction. In less than an hour, a massive teleportation array sprawled beneath their feet, humming with intense spatial energy.

"This formation connects directly to the one I forged at the frontline," Spartacus explained as the others gathered around. "It will allow us to reach it instantly."

Hearing those words, excitement spread like wildfire through the group. Without hesitation, they stepped into the formation. The next second, it activated, glowing brilliantly—and with a massive surge of spatial force, the entire group vanished from the Korokor Stronghold.

Meanwhile, those Sages and Guardians who were not deemed strong enough to survive the brutality of the Legendary battlefield had already been dispatched, heading toward fortified human positions further from the immediate frontline. They would regroup once the dust of battle settled.

...

The frontlines of the war between the Golden Sky Fortress and the Void Heart Stronghold were nothing less than a realm of darkness and death.

The once-proud walls of the Void Heart Stronghold—fortifications that had stood untouched for thousands of years—were now battered and scarred. Massive cracks stretched like spiderwebs in every direction across their surface.

Less than one hundred kilometers away, nestled amid twisted, war-torn terrain, stood the forward camp of the Golden Sky Fortress’s elite forces. Here, every warrior was at minimum a Half-Step Legend, and the pressure of their gathered killing intent was so great that it warped the very environment around them.

Ominous black and red clouds loomed overhead, casting oppressive shadows over the battlefield.

At the center of it all stood Marshal Maximo.

The commander of the Golden Sky Fortress appeared as immovable as a mountain. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, was fixed squarely upon the distant walls of the enemy fortress. His demeanor betrayed nothing but steadfast resolve, though inwardly, Maximo’s heart churned with turmoil.

Spartacus had done all he could—had gathered every ounce of strength from the other strongholds—but the reinforcements brought thus far still fell short. It wasn’t just a matter of numbers anymore. They needed genuine monsters, true elites capable of shattering Legendary defenses if they had any hope of breaching the fortress walls.

Despite these grim calculations, Marshal Maximo allowed none of his doubts to show. His soldiers needed certainty, needed to believe that victory was within reach. If he faltered even slightly, morale would collapse—and with it, their slim chance of success.

It was Maximo’s burden as commander to project the iron will they all depended on.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes caught the glow of a teleportation array activating nearby. He turned sharply toward the source, instincts coiled, ready for anything.

Then he saw them.

The figures materialized out of the swirling light—and Maximo’s sharp eyes immediately locked onto the most unexpected sight of all.

"Is that a goddamn T-Rex?" he muttered under his breath, momentarily stunned as he caught sight of Fang, the massive winged dinosaur who loomed behind the assembled group.

But as Maximo’s senses sharpened, taking in the potent Legendary auras now radiating across the camp, the shock quickly gave way to something else.

Hope.

His focus shifted from Fang to the trio leading the group: Vlad, Jormungandr, and General Tiberius. Behind them stood dozens of battle-hardened Sages and Half-Step Legends, all brimming with power, discipline, and killing intent.