Chapter 179: Sundering the Strong Hammer Military Base
Every move of Vlad’s blades sent dismembered bodies flying away. The warriors of the Azarin Empire were like a relentless tide, and he split them open, his rage fueling him beyond his limits and allowing him to move forward no matter how many launched themselves at him.
The old man’s eyes widened as he witnessed the level of bloodshed. He could not understand how a single man could perform such a massacre with nothing more than two blades. Just as terror was about to overwhelm his heart, a semblance of courage appeared when he noticed that several Mages in dark robes with staffs appeared by his side.
"Fire your spells; do not hold back!" The old man shouted, his eyes burning with coldness and mercilessness.
The Mages from the Azarin Empire were shocked by that command, knowing that their fireballs would also hit their own soldiers. But seeing the crazy light in the old man’s eyes, none dared defy his words. After all, he spoke in the name of the Goddess.
A cold and murderous light appeared in the old man’s eyes as he saw the Mages preparing their spells. A twisted smile then arose as he shouted again to the sea of soldiers, "Keep him fighting. Do not let him move. For the Goddess!"
The maniacal and zealous light in the eyes of the warriors of the Azarin Empire only grew stronger at the mention of the Goddess. They practically launched themselves like beasts toward Vlad, attacking from all directions.
Vlad saw dozens of fireballs emerging from the mages’ staffs, and even if he wanted to dodge or pull back, it was impossible. The sea of warriors kept him pinned, their faces twisted in manic devotion, ready to die in the name of the Goddess.
"¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!"
Dozens of explosions erupted around Vlad, the flames engulfing him and hundreds of soldiers of the Azarin Empire. A massive fire dome expanded for dozens of meters, rising high into the sky.
The soldiers of the Azarin Empire were incinerated by the spells fired by their comrades, their fanatical devotion leading them to a fiery death. Yet they still perished with a smile on their faces.
From the inferno, a figure was blasted out, covered in flames but still alive. The only one to survive that barrage was obviously Vlad. His armor was cracked and charred, exposing his body and revealing deep, gruesome wounds.
Even in that dire state, Vlad twisted his body in mid-air, landing masterfully on the ground. His cold eyes, full of brutality and unyielding determination, remained fixed on the old man who took the life of his brother. The next moment, his gaze shifted to the wave of soldiers still surging from the gates and the mages charging a new spell barrage.