Chapter 337: Humans vs drones
On the other side of the destroyed mountain range stood a formidable force poised for battle. Seven thousand soldiers clad in gleaming golden armor formed an unbreakable wall, their shields locked and weapons ready.
Leading them was a giant over ten meters tall—Grand Marshal Anglius—his imposing figure radiating authority and strength.
Beside them, thirty thousand fierce warriors from the Turkin Kingdom stood with resolute expressions. Runes etched around their hearts, pulsing with energy that continually enhanced their bodies and replenished their stamina. They formed the flanks, ready to prevent the enemy from spreading or regrouping.
The soldiers were arranged in tight formations, right in front of the devastation wrought by the mountain range’s detonation. They blocked the only viable path north, creating an impenetrable barrier against the advancing horde. The Golden Wave Legion held the center, prepared to bear the brunt of the hive’s charge, while the Turkin soldiers secured the sides, determined to stop any drones that might attempt to bypass the main force.
Despite the recent reinforcements, the overwhelming pressure weighed heavily upon them. The drones advanced like a dark, churning tide, a swarm capable of consuming entire cities. Their sheer numbers were staggering, but the terrain worked to the defenders’ advantage. The molten rocks, smoke, and residual flames from the explosion created a natural barrier, forcing the drones into a narrow bottleneck. This restricted their movement and diminished the advantage of their overwhelming numbers.
However, even with the bottleneck, the sight of these relentless killing machines—creatures that knew no fear or fatigue—was terrifying. The soldiers could hear the incessant clicking of pincers growing louder with each passing moment, an unnerving sound that grated on their nerves.
Grand Marshal Anglius surveyed the approaching swarm, his eyes keen and unflinching. He knew he could order a barrage of spells to weaken the hive, but it was not the time. The melee warriors would be the ones to stem the tide of the ground forces. Each second brought the enemy closer, their predatory eyes and palpable killing intent becoming clearer.
Despite the bottleneck, thousands of drones surged forward, climbing over one another in their eagerness to reach the defenders. A ripple of unease passed through the ranks as the soldiers beheld the horrifying creatures. Sensing their trepidation, Grand Marshal Anglius struck the ground with the butt of his halberd, the impact echoing like a thunderclap.