Chapter 283: Killing Lamorto (I)
Near the Royal Guards, another group battled with equal ferocity and overwhelming power: the Bloodline Soldiers, led by Major General Theodoro.
This formidable unit consisted of nineteen soldiers, each empowered by potent Devil Bloodlines and impressive Demon Master Abilities. They carved through the battlefield, leaving carnage in their wake, the corpses of demon Champions scattered around them, broken and mutilated.
Though their individual strength was slightly beneath that of the Royal Guards, their numbers, synergy, and coordination allowed them to dismantle every demon Champion in their path, making them a terrifying force on the battlefield.
Unlike the more stationary Royal Guards, the Bloodline Soldiers were constantly in motion, darting across the battlefield in fluid, synchronized maneuvers. Their strategy was relentless offense—using their numbers and abilities to cover each other and enhance their attacks. They fought as a cohesive unit, never staying in one place for too long, always striking and then moving to avoid being overwhelmed by the endless waves of demons.
One soldier, his arms wreathed in black flames, surged forward with blinding speed. He slammed his fists into the chest of a demon Champion, and the fire exploded on impact, reducing the demon to ash in an instant. Another soldier, glowing with a golden aura, leaped into the air like a comet, his spear driving through the skull of another demon Champion, splitting it in two with lethal precision.
At the same time, just a few meters away, another Bloodline Soldier had killed a demon but was struck in the chest by a mighty blow from another. He staggered for a moment, but before the demon could land a finishing strike, his comrade unleashed a blast of dark energy, obliterating the attacking demon Champion.
The wounded soldier nodded in gratitude to the spellcaster. Thanks to the surge of Origin Force, his body rapidly healed, and without missing a beat, he rejoined the fray. It was a scene of constant teamwork, each soldier watching the others’ backs, ready to intervene at any moment.
Theodoro, at the head of the unit, led with precision. His voice boomed across the battlefield as he barked out commands. His own power was immense, his body surging with dark demonic energy. With a single swing of his sword, he cleaved through multiple demons, their blood spraying into the air. The Bloodline Soldiers followed his lead, their attacks perfectly timed, creating an unbreakable rhythm of destruction.
Despite their strength, the constant movement and the relentless pace of battle began to take its toll. The Bloodline Soldiers felt the exhaustion creeping into their limbs, their muscles burning and minds strained from the constant focus. Yet they were resilient, using the continuous flow of Origin Force from each kill to reinvigorate their bodies and replenish their energy pools. The rising power and the adrenaline of battle pushed them forward, allowing them to fight through the fatigue.
The battlefield across the Twin Peaks was a scene of utter carnage. Dozens of demons died every second, but their numbers were so overwhelming that, even at this staggering rate, it would still take time to defeat them all. Blood soaked the ground, and the air was thick with the sounds of clashing steel, explosions, and the dying roars of demons.
Amid this chaos, on one of the shattered mountain peaks, a singular battle raged between two warriors whose power far surpassed that of any other combatants below.