Chapter 323: Fight to the death (I)
Stream of Origin Force flowed into Jormungandr’s Soul Dimension, but he did not feel happy. A thousand perished, but deep below, more remained—those who had not surfaced yet. Unfazed, they crawled onto the riverbanks, regrouping with the survivors of the initial assault.
Despite losing half their numbers, the creatures showed neither fear nor hesitation. With a unified shriek, they charged.
The sight of the dark wave rushing toward them, eyes gleaming with hunger and unbreakable resolve, was terrifying. Hundreds of the massive drones took to the skies, their tattered wings beating with immense strength. Though flying seemed to tax them greatly due to the weight of their bodies, it made them a formidable threat.
"No fear, no hesitation!" Freya shouted, her voice slicing through the tension. "Fight!"
She dashed forward, her shield raised and mace ready. Totemic energy and raw Force burst from her, enveloping her form in a radiant aura.
Ouroboros let out a feral growl; his werewolf features contorting with fierce anticipation. Demonic and devil energy flowed from his Runic Set and bloodline, his strength rising as he dashed forward with all he had.
Clasius hefted his sword, the blade’s weight shifting effortlessly in his grip. Flames danced along its edge while Amara melted into the shadows, her daggers glinting as she prepared to strike from the darkness.
Viserin stood beside the Turkin soldiers, all of them seeing the determination and resolve in the moves of the Xaos soldiers. His eyes sharpened as he summoned bestial phantoms that roared silently behind him, enhancing his strength as he gazed at his soldiers. "Stay together! We fight as one!"
"Ahhhhh!" the Turkin soldiers roared, their swords, maces, and shields blazing with energy as they followed after Viserin, heading straight toward the drones, helping the Xaos soldiers with all their might.