Chapter 175: Covering the retreat (I)
Shock appeared on the soldiers of the Azarin Empire when they saw the immense speed that Vlad could achieve, but they were not stunned. Despite their clearly deviant moral compass and corruption, the men in black armor were elite forces, trained soldiers with a relentless focus.
Vlad’s eyes narrowed as he saw the warriors purposely slowing down their speed and tightening their formation. He then noticed dozens of mages in black robes atop the northern wall, raising their staffs and unleashing a barrage of fireballs.
These fireballs were all Mortal Tier Spells, but their sheer number created a storm of destruction capable of reducing even a Champion demon to ashes. Vlad’s instincts screamed danger, but before the barrage could reach him, a massive figure descended from the sky, crashing into the ground with an earth-shattering impact.
The Level 11 Fire Elemental stood like a fiery colossus, its molten body absorbing the brunt of the fireballs. The explosions rippled across its surface, sending shockwaves in all directions, but the creature remained unyielding, its fiery core glowing brighter as it shielded Vlad from the deadly barrage.
Seizing the moment, Vlad didn’t hesitate. He leaped onto the Fire Elemental, using its massive frame as a springboard. With a burst of crimson lightning and demonic fire, he propelled himself toward the warriors in black armor like a comet. The sheer force of his descent created a shockwave that sent several warriors flying, their bones shattering upon impact.
The actual battle began as Vlad’s swords became a blur of deadly precision. He moved like a specter of death, weaving through the warriors with supernatural grace. His blades flashed, cutting down two enemies with silent efficiency before seven more swords and spears converged on him. Vlad’s movements were a symphony of agility and power, dodging and parrying each strike with deadly accuracy. Every counterattack was lethal, taking more and more lives.
The Fire Elemental, emboldened by Vlad’s ferocity, marched forward like an unstoppable force of nature. Its massive fists, wreathed in flames, crushed warriors with each swing. The ground shook with every step, creating craters where its feet landed. It roared a sound that reverberated through the battlefield, shaking the resolve of the Azarin soldiers.
Despite the terrifying power of Vlad and the High Champion Fire Elemental, more warriors poured from the gates, their numbers seemingly endless. They attacked without fear or hesitation, their eyes burning with fanatical zeal. It was as if death held no meaning for them, their sole purpose being to eradicate every living soul in their path.
Vlad’s every move was a masterclass in combat, his blades dancing with lethal elegance. He felt the strain on his body, the exhaustion from the previous battle weighing on him, but he pressed on. The rage in his heart fueled his strength, allowing him to hold the line against the relentless onslaught.