Chapter 367: Bala
Silence hung over the battlefield for a heartbeat. The Xaos forces and Turkin soldiers had fought the Leviathan insect-humanoid warriors before. They knew how powerful those creatures were, yet a single attack from the Lords of Horror had taken them down.
However, before the soldiers could cheer for such a display of might, their eyes widened as they spotted a fourth insect-humanoid warrior among the group that had overcome the Fuego de Horror. The creature had used one of its own kind as cover, hiding in its shadow to go unnoticed—displaying the scheming nature of the Leviathans.
Grand Marshal Anglius and Freya watched in alarm as the Leviathan warrior lunged toward the Captain of the Lords of Horror. The Leviathan’s speed was immense, and there was no time to unleash another energy blast. Everyone saw the creature’s claw dive toward Ned, and while he was undoubtedly powerful, his massive body was assumed to be slow.
That notion was quickly shattered. At the last second, Ned sidestepped, dodging the claw with surprising agility. In one swift motion, he thrust his right hand forward, grabbing the Leviathan’s head mid-air before smashing it into the ground.
The Leviathan warrior’s body trembled from the impact, but as a fearless killing machine, neither damage nor the threat of death could stop it. Before it could rise, Ned’s boot stamped onto its chest, the sound of bones and exoskeleton cracking under his weight. He pointed two fingers at the Leviathan’s face.
"Bala," he uttered.
The magic matrix in Ned’s right glove glowed briefly before discharging a small sphere of golden fire that pierced through the eye of the Leviathan insect-humanoid warrior. It was a similar stance to Cañon, and while it was much less potent, it was also much faster, being discharged in less than a second.
The creature trembled for a moment as the bullet pierced its eye, reaching all the way to its brain before its body went lifeless, golden flames beginning to consume it from the inside out.
Once more, shock and awe filled the hearts of the Xaos forces and Turkin soldiers. The abilities of the Lords of Horror inspired admiration and wonder, but no one dared to utter a sound—all watched in silence, knowing the clash was far from over.
Ned showed no emotion as he dispatched the Leviathan warrior or as Origin Force flooded his Soul Dimension. His eyes remained sharp, focused on the drones that renewed their march. He kicked the flaming Leviathan’s body, blasting some drones in the process, before raising his right palm alongside the rest of the Lords of Horror.