Chapter 339: Ferocious bloodshead (I)
The hive warriors that had been charging forward suddenly froze, their multifaceted eyes narrowing as they observed the battlefield. Three of their kind had been slain with alarming speed, their deaths executed by the golden giant, the Viking princess, and the fiendish werewolf. The last two sent chills through the hive, their oppressive auras making the insect-humanoid hybrids reconsider their next move.
They knew that if they reached the front lines, they could create a gap in the human defenses. Once the drones could attack from all sides, the human soldiers couldn’t maintain their tight formation. It took less than a second for the hive to reorganize.
The warriors formed a tight pack, swarming toward Grand Marshal Anglius, drones surrounding them from all directions like a dark, living wave. They avoided the molten ground, knowing it would cost them the drones’ advantage.
Freya and Ouroboros could remain in the molten ground if they wished, but if they chose to leave, they would have to fight their way through a wall of drones to reach them. Even with their overwhelming power, the duo relied on melee combat, forcing them into close quarters with their enemies.
Freya and Ouroboros exchanged grim glances. They recognized the cunning behind the hive’s tactic, understanding that it was designed to isolate and overwhelm them. Meanwhile, Grand Marshal Anglius braced himself. Six insect-humanoid hybrids were now bearing down on him. Facing just one had forced him to go all out—against six, his chances seemed bleak.
But Anglius was far from out of options.
Just as the hive warriors were one hundred meters from him, two explosions erupted from the smoke-filled battlefield. In the next second, four tornadoes of metallic blades cloaked in dark lightning spiraled through the air. Along with them, dozens of explosive spheres of molten lava arced toward the hive warriors from both the left and right.
The hive warriors had packed themselves tightly together, making them prime targets. The fiery blasts and whirling tornadoes ripped through their ranks, leaving deep gashes and gaping wounds on their bodies.
Mirena and Frank watched the devastation from within the molten ground, and their faces twisted into grim smiles. Despite the searing heat that made their skin feel like it would blister, they ignored the pain. Hiding inside the molten terrain had been a living hell, but they had endured by relying on their resistance to fire and lightning, granted by their bloodlines, Runic Sets, and Demon Souls. And it was all worth it!