Chapter 298: Showing might (II)
Back on the battlefield, the soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom stood in stunned silence. They couldn’t comprehend the god-like beings that had just intervened in their battle. Confusion swirled through their ranks, but before panic could take hold, they heard the voice of their king cutting through the haze.
"My soldiers, attack in the name of your king!"
The soldiers, who had been teetering on the edge of despair, felt the weight of their dread lift at the sound of their king’s command. Relief turned into burning resolve as they saw the horizon fill with reinforcements—tens of thousands of their brothers and comrades marching in perfect unison toward the demonic horde. Their spirits surged, and where fear had once gripped them, now there was only vengeance and fury.
"Kill all those monsters. Crash them to pieces!" King Viserin led the charge, his eyes burning with righteous anger as he urged his men forward.
The losses his people had suffered kindled a fire deep within him, and he wanted nothing more than to repay the demons in kind. Behind him, the fifty thousand soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom mirrored their king’s rage, their hearts filled with the same thirst for retribution.
They roared and shouted as they stormed toward the demonic horde, their combined battle cry a deafening wave of sound that seemed to shake the earth itself.
They moved with a singular purpose—to avenge the fallen, protect their families, and crush every last demon that dared stand in their way!
As the Turkin Kingdom’s forces charged, the ground trembled beneath the weight of their collective fury. Their swords gleamed in the flickering light of the burning settlement, and their shields locked together.
Next to the wild, raging soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom, the forces of the Xaos Kingdom advanced in stark contrast. Unlike the roaring battle cries of their allies, the golden soldiers were eerily silent. Led by the towering Grand Marshal Anglius, they marched with precision and purpose, their golden armor gleaming in the firelight.
No shouts. No battle cries. Only cold, ruthless determination!
The Golden Wave Legion was a force born from relentless training, discipline, and a focus sharper than any blade. There was no need for words, no need for emotion—only action. They moved like a machine, their steps perfectly synchronized, their minds focused on the battle ahead. Their silence was more terrifying than any roar, a stillness that promised calculated, brutal efficiency.
As the two armies—one fueled by rage, the other by precision—rushed toward the demonic horde, the beasts began to panic. Panic took root among the demons with their Abyssal leader gone and their strongest Champions obliterated. They shifted and writhed, trying to form some semblance of defense, but chaos had already spread through their ranks.