Floating Islands: SSS Gacha Lord
Chapter 103 - The Greathammer Lord

Chapter 103: Chapter 103 - The Greathammer Lord

"The battle begins now!" Ragnor bellowed, surging forward as he led the charge.

His troops roared in unison, rushing behind him in perfect synchronization.

Atlas leapt into the warzone, summoning his Wavebreaker Spear. The weapon materialized in a surge of energy, wrapping him in a radiant aura of water infused with golden crackling lightning.

"Steel your resolve! There is no retreat! Face your enemies with all you have, and fight to the very end!"

Atlas’s voice thundered across the battlefield, filled with commanding power. His troops roared in unison, their chant shaking the air.

"VICTORY OR NOTHING!"

Raising his spear high into the air, lightning arced and crackled fiercely around it. Though he didn’t need to make such a dramatic gesture to activate his abilities, Atlas knew the power of morale. He roared to ignite the fighting spirit of his army.

"OCEAN’S WRATH!"

A deafening screech echoed as Zefyros, his spirit beast, manifested before him, hovering midair.

CREAAAKKK!

The ground shook as a massive surge of water rose in front of him, climbing high with overwhelming force. The waves were instantly wrapped in fierce bolts of lightning, sparking with energy.

CREAAAKKK!

Zefyros let out another mighty cry, merging seamlessly into the rising waves. The colossal tide charged forward, sweeping across the battlefield with unstoppable momentum, extinguishing the streams of magma in its path.

Ragnor’s troops halted briefly. But the moment they saw their Lord pressing forward without pause, the hesitation vanished.

"What a cute little Lord, playing with water, huh?!"

"Maybe he’s hoping we’ll slip and surrender!"

"SEA OF STORM!" Atlas roared once more.

Dozens of magic circles appeared in the skies above, glowing with watery blue light. From them, countless spears of water rained down in a coordinated assault, each infused with crackling lightning that added deadly precision to the onslaught.

The battlefield transformed into a storm of water and electricity as Atlas sprinted behind the waves, pushing the assault with ferocity.

"VICTORY OR NOTHING!"

Atlas unleashed waves of water and a storm of liquid spears, smothering the searing magma across the battlefield. The molten flow lost its fiery edge, cooling visibly.

Ragnor’s face twisted in surprise for a moment, and his soldiers mirrored his reaction, though their determination remained firm. The battle was on, and they pushed forward, relying on their greater numbers.

Atlas shot ahead, his body crackling with water and lightning energy that boosted his every move. The Mountain Leaper Bands on his wrist powered him forward in explosive bursts. Beside him, Morganna ran with her scythe ready. She cast a fleeting glance his way, her usual faint smile flashing. Cool and confident, with a hint of the bloodlust that gleamed in her eyes.

The Vampire Queen surged ahead, ignoring the enemy’s commander entirely as she hunted for her targets. But before she could strike, something zipped past her and smashed into an enemy soldier’s chest with brutal force.

Is that...

It was Mira. The rabbit-eared gardener darted into the chaos, her crimson eyes burning with intensity. Wielding her hoe like a weapon of precision, she moved with uncanny speed, slipping through attacks as if untouchable.

"Waaah~ look at all the red! It’s like paint! Pretty, isn’t it?"

She giggled as warm blood sprayed across her face, her fingers twitching.

"Shhh... it’s okay... just close your eyes..."

Her eyes sparkled as she stepped over a body, humming sweetly.

Another soldier tried to flee. Too slow!

"Bunny’s still playing~ don’t run just yet..."

She tilted her head, still smiling.

"This little eyeball wants to see more blood... yes yes, just a little more..."

That’s not cute, Mira!!!

Farther off, another figure hurled into the air with an unhinged scream. Mid-flight, his body warped grotesquely, morphing into a massive form cloaked in writhing shadows. Raze had joined the fray.

He slammed into the enemy ranks like a wrecking ball, scattering soldiers on impact. His roar thundered across the battlefield, veins bulging as shadowy tendrils lashed out.

"COME ON, YOU PATHETIC TOOTHLESS CATTLE!" he bellowed.

The ground quaked beneath him, and the sheer force of his presence sent waves of fear rippling through the opposing troops. Several faltered, their resolve wavering under his ferocious display.

"LOOK AT YOU. SHITTING YOUR ARMOR ALREADY?! I HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED!"

Raze didn’t hesitate, unleashing a torrent of devastating punches in every direction. He seized one unlucky soldier, lifting them effortlessly before slamming them into the ground with bone-crushing force.

"STAY DOWN, YOU BAG OF BONES!"

The earth trembled under the impact, and Raze’s fists kept pounding relentlessly until the soldier’s body was driven deep into the dirt.

Enemy troops swarmed him, attacking from all sides in a frantic bid to take him down. But Raze seemed impervious to their strikes, shrugging off the blows without flinching. Each attack he absorbed only fueled his fury.

"This ain’t a war. It’s a goddamn cleanup job!"

He retaliated with raw, unrestrained power, his fists smashing through the chaos like wrecking hammers. Every swing shattered bones and courage alike, leaving anyone who dared approach him crushed in body and spirit.

Atlas surged forward, closing the distance between himself and Ragnor, the opposing Lord. The decision of his elite subordinates to hold back, leaving him to face Ragnor alone, was a testament to the gravity of the challenge before them.

This battle was anything but simple, it demanded everything Atlas had and more.

With his spear in hand, Atlas moved at an incredible speed, the water and lightning elements swirling around him like an untamed storm. He could feel the abundant elemental particles saturating the battlefield, but as he moved closer to Ragnor, it was as though they were momentarily disrupted, their flow distorted.

Atlas closed his eyes, centering himself. This wasn’t new to him, he had fought many battles blind before. With his upgraded abilities sharpening his senses, he felt ready for whatever Ragnor would unleash.

The clash ahead would define the course of the battle.

Ragnor greeted Atlas with a fierce grin, charging forward with startling speed. Despite the massive size of his greathammer, his swings were quick and punishing, each one sending tremors through the ground.

Atlas said, ducking under a wide arc of the hammer. "You shouldn’t be on the battlefield. You should be modeling shampoo ads. I’ll admit, the only good thing about you is your hair."

Ragnor barked a laugh. "This beautiful hair will flow proudly as its master smashes his enemy’s skull in, within seconds."

Atlas dodged nimbly, leaping back and weaving under the crushing blows with fluid precision. Spotting an opening, he spun his spear and slashed at Ragnor’s side, aiming to exploit a gap in his defense.

Ragnor reacted immediately, dropping his arm to block the strike with the flat edge of his greathammer. The clash of metal rang out, but Atlas didn’t pause. He pressed forward, launching a rapid series of strikes. Each thrust, swing, and slash was met with skillful deflections, Ragnor using different parts of his colossal weapon to parry the relentless assault.

The intensity mounted until Ragnor unleashed a heavy counter strike. Atlas sprang backward just in time, avoiding the devastating blow.

Without hesitation, he called forth his spirit beast, summoning it into the fray in a brilliant flash.

"Zefyros!"

The water beast materialized.

CREAAKKKK!