Chapter 402: Ouroboros vs Special Unit
Ouroboros’ eyes were cold as he gazed at the Behemoth rolling down the mountain, its massive form crushing everything in its path. The thought of finishing the job crossed his mind, killing intent flashing in his eyes, but he did not get distracted. This was not a one-on-one fight but a battlefield with many crucial fronts that required his attention. His gaze soon turned to the most significant threat on the battlefield—the Special Unit Leviathan.
Although the Special Unit Leviathan was wounded and the Lords of Horror kept it at bay, the white juggernauts were practically burning themselves out to fight it head-on while holding back the rest of the Leviathan warriors. It was clear they could not maintain this much longer.
"I will go for the Special Unit; help protect the inner wall," Ouroboros declared to the Royal Guards.
As soon as he finished speaking, shadows enveloped his figure, and he vanished. Sonic booms echoed from his previous position as he dashed forward at supersonic speed, the air rippling in his wake.
"BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!"
A kinetic explosion echoed in the distance the next second as Ouroboros’ fist collided with the shield of the Special Unit Leviathan, sending the monstrous creature hurtling through the air. The impact created a shockwave that rippled across the battlefield, momentarily halting the clashes around them.
A cold light appeared in the Special Unit’s eyes as it twisted its body mid-air, regaining control. It focused intently on the one who had attacked it. The hive mind had a profile of the fiendish werewolf due to information gathered from drones during the battle of the Molten Range. However, Ouroboros was much more powerful now—a physical force that surpassed even the Special Unit, surprising the Leviathan.
Of course, that surprise did not translate into fear or hesitation for the Special Unit. If anything, it only intensified its desire to kill the fiendish werewolf.
Without wasting a moment, Ouroboros and the Special Unit Leviathan dashed toward each other once more, killing intent blazing in their eyes. Explosions echoed as they clashed repeatedly, each collision sending destructive shockwaves in all directions. The ground beneath them cracked and shattered, debris flying through the air.
The Lords of Horror pursued the duo, their white armor stained with the ichor of fallen Leviathans. They kept the Leviathan warriors from interfering in the fight, always ready to deliver a decisive blow to the Special Unit Leviathan if the opportunity presented itself.
Back on the external part of the inner wall, Frank, Mirena, Roman, Clasius, and Amara were laying waste to all the Leviathans they encountered. Roman and Clasius moved through the left flank. Roman soared through the air, his bow a blur as he fired dozens of arrows that exploded upon impact, blasting drones to pieces.
Clasius was a whirlwind of steel on the ground below. He swung his massive sword with practiced ease, generating powerful shockwaves that crushed everything around him. His strikes sent ripples through the air, knocking back multiple foes at once.
Meanwhile, on the right flank, Mirena and Frank unleashed waves of destruction through their lightning-metallic tornadoes and magma explosions. Mirena channeled her magic to summon twisting vortices of lightning that tore through the ranks of the Leviathans. The tornadoes crackled with energy, shredding any creature unfortunate enough to be caught within.
Frank stood beside her, his hands glowing with intense heat as he summoned magma from his hands. The searing heat melted through chitinous armor and incinerated flesh. The combined forces of lightning and magma created a devastating barrier that the Leviathans could not breach.
For Mages standing amid swarms of drones, the situation could be perilous. But a shadowy figure stood between the duo, cloaked in darkness. This figure generated a domain of sharp waves of shadow that sundered every single Leviathan that dared to approach.
Grand Marshal Anglius and Major General Theodoro could not help but smile widely as they witnessed the destruction unleashed by the Royal Guards.
"Forward!" the golden giant shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield. He guided the Golden Wave Legion and the Shadowstrike Legion into the middle ring, their formations tight and disciplined. They butchered everything in their path, laying waste to thousands of Leviathans in their wake.
Thanks to the Royal Guards protecting the flanks, they could march even deeper before retreating, increasing their killing rate exponentially. The soldiers moved with precision, and their attacks were coordinated to maximize their impact.
The massacre in the outer ring diminished the number of drones reaching the inner wall, allowing the Turkin riders to slowly reduce the presence of drones inside the inner ring. They were starting to clean up the area, the once-overwhelming swarm now thinning.
"Faster! Use all you have!" King Viserin shouted, his voice filled with fervor. He ignited the spirit of the Turkin riders, his words spurring them on. The sight of potential victory pushed their bodies and energy pools beyond their limits.
Freya stood on the inner wall, her mere aura pushing away the drones that dared to approach. The Viking princess surveyed the state of the battlefield with a wide smile. They had managed to turn the tables, once more regaining control over the battlefield.
However, she could not help but turn her gaze to the communication gem on her gauntlet. A sharp light appeared as she activated it. "Overlord," she spoke, her tone questioning, "why did you not reveal that Ouroboros and the Royal Guards were joining the battlefield?"
The A.I. Chip Clone did not take long to answer. "I have come to learn that humans tend to grow stronger and unlock powers and potential they did not know they possessed when facing life-and-death situations."
Freya’s eyes narrowed as she heard that, and she could not help but sigh. The A.I. Chip Clone was right, but she did not like the idea of it playing with their lives and emotions in such a way, even if it was for the greater good and development of their kind.
"However, Lady Freya," the A.I. continued, "there are no more trump cards. I have already deployed all my secret units and weapons. If you find yourself in life-and-death danger again, there will be no one else to come to save you."