Chapter 282: Warzone (II)
While the front and middle of the battlefield became a blood-soaked arena of endless slaughter, where demonic beasts fell at a staggering rate, the true spectacle unfolded at the rear, where the thousand demon Champions clashed with the elite forces of the Xaos Kingdom.
These demon Champions were ferocious and powerful, their strength immense, enough to overrun entire cities or threaten entire nations. Yet, they were no match for the warriors who met them head-on.
At the forefront of this battle stood Freya, the viking princess, a storm of destruction incarnate. Each swing of her massive mace sent demon Champions flying like ragdolls, unable to withstand her raw power.
Freya was a High Champion in the Totemic Path of Power, and thanks to the infusion of Origin Force, her Level had risen significantly in the last few months. She moved with precision and speed, her martial prowess on full display. The ground trembled beneath her every strike, and the air hummed with the energy she unleashed.
When a demon attempted to flank her, Freya’s body twisted with cat-like reflexes, dodging the attack with grace. Using the momentum of her evasion, she spun on her heel, her mace trailing with totemic energy as it crashed against the demon’s skull, shattering it in an explosion of bone and flesh.
She never lost her rhythm, transitioning seamlessly from one attack to the next, all while channeling her Force to enhance her speed and power. Her battle skills were honed to perfection, and her movements were like a storm of violence, showcasing her superb martial prowess and brute strength.
However, even Freya’s overwhelming might and martial skill would have struggled to handle the onslaught of thousands of demon Champions alone. But she wasn’t alone. Fighting by her side was Ouroboros, whose power matched hers.
The Depravita of Greed was a blur of shadows and speed, his body engulfed in the dark energy of the demon soul caged within his heart. The A.I. Chip guided his every move, scanning the battlefield and allowing him to cover Freya’s blind spots. His speed and reflexes were beyond the comprehension of the demon Champions, who could barely track him as he darted among them.
Every strike Ouroboros delivered was precise, a deadly blend of martial arts and animalistic ferocity. He fought with his entire body—his fists delivering crushing blows, his claws ripping through demon flesh, and his legs launching devastating kicks that shattered bones. One moment, his fist caved in a demon’s chest, the next, his claws tore through another’s throat, and a savage kick blasted yet another to pieces. He fought like a predator, swift and unrelenting, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
The duo pushed their strength to the limit, their energy surging without pause. Normally, such an intense state would exhaust them within minutes, but the constant infusion of Origin Force from every kill allowed them to fight endlessly.