Chapter 300: Awe-inspiring
The battlefield was a symphony of death and destruction, with the human forces overwhelming the demons at every turn. The once-ferocious demonic horde was now reduced to nothing more than scattered remnants, helpless against the combined might of the Turkin Kingdom and the Xaos Kingdom.
And yet, even as the battle neared its end, the forces of the Xaos Kingdom remained unflinching, their focus unbroken, their training pushing their minds to absolute focus until absolute victory was attained.
Finally, after nearly an hour of screams and bloodshed, silence returned as the last demon was blasted to pieces. The human forces stood tall, blood covering their armor and weapons, as streams of Origin Force continued flowing into their bodies and souls.
Viserin felt exhausted, but a wide smile spread across his face as he surveyed the battlefield, realizing how few losses they had endured during the clash. Despite the massive size of the demonic horde, the number of casualties hadn’t even reached three digits.
He couldn’t help but glance toward the sky, his gaze settling on the small yellow cat with gratitude in his eyes. Viserin understood that without Jormungandr’s spells that disoriented the demons at the start of the fight, it would have been much more challenging to pierce through the horde, and many more Turkin soldiers would have perished.
The Turkin King performed a small, silent bow toward the cat before turning his gaze to the golden titan and the five thousand golden soldiers who had fought alongside them. He couldn’t help but feel awe, and he wasn’t alone—his generals and soldiers felt the same.
The Golden Wave Legion had been but a tenth of the size of the Turkin forces, yet they had butchered a third of the entire horde. And not just any part of the horde—the Legion had taken on the backlines, where the most significant number of demon Champions were concentrated.
Even now, with the battle over, when most would relax, the Xaos soldiers maintained battle formation behind the golden titan, their presence imposing. The blood on their armor cast an eerie sheen over their golden figures, making them seem like harbingers of death.
Viserin, Zamas, and Mark couldn’t help but wonder what kind of man had trained these soldiers—who could instill such focus and discipline to the point that they acted like machines on the battlefield, following orders and military strategy with every move?