Chapter 297: Showing might (I)
The battlefield was a scene of utter chaos. Flames from the burning nomadic settlement cast a hellish glow across the landscape, illuminating the desperate struggle unfolding at its borders.
Thousands of soldiers from the Turkin Kingdom, their faces etched with determination, stood as the final barrier between the advancing horde of demonic beasts and the fleeing civilians—women, children, and old—scrambling toward safety with terror in their eyes.
The warriors fought bravely, holding nothing back. Blades clashed against the thick hides of monstrous creatures, arrows flew with deadly precision, and magic crackled in the air as mages cast spell after spell.
Outnumbered and fighting on unfavorable terrain, the soldiers knew their situation was dire, but their courage was unyielding. Every second they held the line meant another life saved—another family escaping the massacre.
A massive beast, a hulking demon with molten skin and three eyes, charged toward a group of soldiers. It roared, its maw dripping with blood, and crashed into the shield wall. The impact sent men flying, but those who remained on their feet rushed forward, spears plunging into the beast’s side. They were fighting not just for their lives but to buy time for others, and many knew they wouldn’t live to see the end of the battle.
At the edge of the battlefield, a mother hurried her two children forward, her heart pounding as she heard the snarls of beasts behind them. She risked a glance back and saw warriors falling; their cries cut short as the demonic horde closed in.
Fear gripped her, but she kept running, tears streaming down her face as she urged her children forward. Behind her, the soldiers’ voices shouted orders, their shields forming the last defense, their swords swinging with all the strength they could muster.
At the rear of the demonic horde, towering above all others, stood an Abyssal demon. The demon was nearly five meters tall, his body a twisted combination of a demonic humanoid torso and the lower half of a scaled horse. His crimson eyes glowed with a sickening light, and his skin was covered in jagged scars and blackened scales.
The Abyssal’s cruel smile widened as he watched the human soldiers, seeming to relish their perseverance, all while remaining indifferent to the loss of his minions.