Chapter 329: Back to the mountain range
Viserin and the remaining Turkin soldiers, witnessing the fierce aerial battle above, quickly adapted to the shifting tides of combat. "Retrieve the spears!" the Turkin King commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. The melee fighters sheathed their swords and grabbed long, finely crafted spears designed for throwing.
Forming a line, the soldiers synchronized their movements. "Aim for the wings and joints!" Viserin shouted, his eyes tracking the erratic flight patterns of the drones. Muscles tensed as they drew back their arms, each soldier locking onto a target.
"Release!" At Viserin’s signal, a volley of spears soared into the sky. The weapons sliced through the air with deadly precision, their sharpened tips piercing the drones’ exoskeletons. Metallic screeches filled the air as several drones plummeted to the ground, wings torn or bodies impaled.
"Keep them coming!" a soldier yelled. The Turkin warriors swiftly grabbed more spears from their space rings, launching them upward in continuous waves. Each throw was executed with practiced skill, honed from years of disciplined training.
Above, Freya continued her relentless assault. Channeling energy into her legs, she propelled herself high into the air. With a mighty swing of her mace, the viking princess unleashed arcs of energy that sliced through multiple drones at once. "Press the attack!" she urged, landing briefly before leaping skyward again.
The Depravita of Greed followed suit. Ouroboros’ form blurred as he ascended, and upon reaching the peak, he unleashed a barrage of strikes. His claws moved faster than the eye could follow, each swipe emitting a sharp sonic boom. The drones around him shattered under the onslaught, fragments scattering in all directions.
Mirena and Frank combined their powers to attack the drones devastatingly. Frank summoned massive spheres of molten magma, hurling them into clusters of drones. The heat warped the air, making it difficult for the drones to navigate. Seizing the opportunity, Mirena directed metallic spears charged with lightning into the disoriented swarm, each strike causing drones to explode in a shower of sparks and metal.
"Don’t let up!" Clasius shouted from below. His flaming sword sent waves of searing heat upwards, creating thermal currents that disrupted the drones’ flight paths. Turkin archers took advantage of the chaos, their arrows finding marks with unerring accuracy.
Amara moved swiftly among the rocky terrain, her daggers glinting as she threw them with lethal precision. Each blade found a target, bringing down drones attempting to flank the main group.