Chapter 1317 - The Army of Apocalypse (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Claws, tentacles, flesh, steel, magic, and blades clashed in a storm as the battlefield became a literal meat grinder. A whirlwind of death commenced while the winds howled and the sands danced. It was a scene that could only be found in a nightmare. It was something that only occurred in a crazed, darkened and chaotic world where deformed monsters tore at each other. Both attackers and defenders were monstrosities, and there was no semblance of battlefield tactics, order, or formations. The combatants’ only goal was the total annihilation of their foe, and they reaped a bloody toll from each side in the most primitive, most brutal way. An increasing number of twisted and corrupted monsters were torn to pieces as the battle descended into carnage. Even the howling winds gave way to the primeval roars and the din of combat.

The knights from Fidelinopolis had to circle the battlefield before they successfully intervened in the battle.

They had originally planned to coordinate with the “army of monsters” from the derelict camp, but all their attempts ended in failure. The battle, once commenced, was a flux of chaos as both sides tore at each other. It was unlike the battles that the knights were used to. They eventually gave up trying and charged into the fray, trying their best to eliminate any monsters, which were appearing from the storm of Chaos.

The two monstrous forces embroiled in the maelstrom of combat had different reactions to a third party intervening in their battle. The Chaotic monsters struck like blood-crazed sharks, pouncing and tearing at any target in sight. They flocked towards the knights the moment they appeared. Meanwhile, the monsters from the camp, for all intents and purposes, ignored the knights’ presence and focused solely on attacking their original targets. They did not extend any friendly or hostile intent towards the Fidelinopolis knights.

It was as if the knights did not exist.

The chaotic battle raged on for a good while. The Chaotic monsters were innumerable and even the well-equipped and battle-hardened knights could not gain an advantage over them. The airborne battle clerics had also landed after blessing the entire army and bombarding the enemy with two salvos of destructive spells. Their objective had now shifted to self-preservation, as they had to prepare for the ever-increasing number of the wounded and the dead. Plus, staying airborne any longer would be far too dangerous.

The high templar, Leonidas was leading the charge as he waved a heavy, golden two-handed sword. It looked like he was flailing a ring of fire, and that ring instantly evaporated three attacking monsters, giving his comrades some breathing room. As he looked up, he saw the battle clerics slowly descend and return to their positions within the formation.

Upon the battle clerics’ descent, the first phase of combat had passed, and the knights’ charge, as well as the magic casters’ bombardment, was over. Now, it was just a grueling meat grinder with the bodies of mortal men. The healing provided by the clerics acted as the army’s main pillar, and their ability to withstand the grind would be the key to deciding their fate in the battle.

Leonidas wiped his face as he lifted his blade and prepared to take down a massive monstrosity, which was rampaging on one of the flanks. At that very moment, he saw something that stayed with him even after many years.

The horizon lit up.

As if the light of dawn had finally appeared in that bleak, god-forsaken nightmare, glorious light quickly drove the darkness away. A few figures then appeared from the light.

The silhouettes had him thinking that he was seeing a religious art piece. There was a massive, gilded rock giant, a wolf-like beast that was five to six meters tall, a being with hellish lava flowing from its body, and also a tumbling ball-like creature that looked like a curled up python…

High above the vanguard of giants, swarms of bats and odd mechanical creatures blanketed the sky as lightning and cold frost formed between them…

The unexpected army had not even gotten close to the battlefield yet, but they had made their intentions loud and clear with their actions.

Two massive lightning arcs jumped out of the bat swarm and slammed right into the center of the Chaotic monsters before they drew out two enormous trenches. As the lightning bolts leaped about, monsters were disintegrated and the earth was scorched.

It was Vivian’s unique magic, the Wail of the Penniless (a randomly made-up name)!

At the same time, two massive, fiery alloy arrows streaked through the air and landed beautifully at the rear of the monster horde. A split second later, two gigantic mushroom clouds resulted from an earthshaking explosion.

That was Hao Ren’s unique magic, the Explosive Humanitarian Touch (also a randomly made-up name!).

With those two large-scale area attacks, Hao Ren and Vivian had managed to draw the ire of the mindless Chaotic monsters. Whatever battle plans they made earlier pretty much went unused as they successfully drew about a third of the monsters towards them.

They soon entered a chaotic melee.

The fighting was frantic. In the realm controlled by Lockmarton, even the most common of monsters were twice as strong. Even so, these cannon fodders did not have the power to tip the scales.

The 10 wardens were the decisive martial factor.