Chapter 369: Sobremarcha!
The sky had become a graveyard for the Leviathan warriors. Their broken bodies plummeted to the ground, crashing with dull thuds that echoed across the battlefield. Having decimated the aerial threat, the Lords of Horror kicked off the air once more and gracefully returned to their formation on the ground.
There was no time to rest. As soon as the white giants landed, they rejoined their brothers, seamlessly continuing the fight against the waves of drones that still pressed forward. Their coordination was flawless, their resolve unshakable.
"Are they even human?" one soldier murmured.
"They’re unstoppable," another replied, eyes wide with amazement.
Shock and awe spread among the soldiers of the Golden Wave Legion as they whispered among themselves, careful not to disturb the white giants before them. They were the elite of one of the strongest forces of the Xaos Kingdom, yet they couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed and amazed as they gazed at the thirty-three Lords of Horror.
Every move they made was precise—no hesitation, no doubt. Their strength and reflexes were overwhelming, and their stamina defied all logic. It was as if they were crafted precisely to counter everything the Leviathans had to offer.
After fifteen hours of relentless combat, the soldiers had recovered enough to rejoin the fight, but none made a move or even suggested the idea of joining the battlefield. There was simply no need to interfere when the Lords of Horror were present.
Grand Marshal Anglius felt the same as his men. Given the narrow passage, adding more numbers wouldn’t make a significant difference. The best course was to conserve their strength and be ready to react to any unforeseen problems.
The hours wore on, and the Leviathans kept crashing against the impenetrable wall of the Lords of Horror. Whether they were standard drones, aerial units, or insect-humanoid warriors, all perished under the blades of the white-armored giants. Finally, as the light of day began to rise once more, the Leviathans halted their incursion. The fewer than five thousand remaining turned and began to retreat to the Monsoon Continent. Recognizing that victory was impossible and further fighting would not harm the enemy; they chose to withdraw and save biomass.
The Lords of Horror observed the retreating Leviathans. Under normal circumstances, soldiers might celebrate the victory, but that was not their way.
"Sobremarcha!" Ned uttered.
Immediately, determination ignited in the eyes of all the Lords of Horror. Their bodies trembled as they grew half a meter taller, their armor seamlessly adapting to their new size as steam hissed from hidden vents.