Chapter 372: The Battle of the Burning Forest
Grand Marshal Anglius stood in stunned silence alongside his soldiers, eyes wide as they watched the massive explosion tear through the forest. Flames roared skyward, a towering inferno that consumed everything in its path. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and a gust of scorching wind washed over them. He knew the Xaos King was overwhelmingly powerful, but witnessing such destructive might firsthand was almost beyond comprehension.
The sheer force of the blast was akin to a peak Guardian Tier Spell—something that should have been impossible for even the mightiest of High Champions.
The shock in Grand Marshal Anglius’s heart was understandable. This display of power had annihilated an entire swath of the forest, capable of wiping out a whole town in an instant. However, his astonishment was short-lived. A sharp gaze from Ned Anark, the Captain of the Lords of Horror, snapped him back to reality.
Anglius met Ned’s eyes and immediately understood the unspoken message: despite the devastation, countless Leviathans remained. The blast had killed tens of thousands of drones and wounded many more, but the hive mind might choose to retreat and regroup, potentially returning with an even larger force.
"Golden Legion, onward! We must use the opening given by our King!" Grand Marshal Anglius shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield. His command cut through the lingering shock, drawing the attention of all men and women clad in golden armor. Their eyes sharpened with resolve as they turned toward their leader.
A blind charge would be foolish, but the Golden Wave Legion was anything but reckless. As they assembled, the communication gems each soldier wore began to glow. Overlord’s voice resonated in their minds, providing precise instructions and guiding them into flawless formations. Units shifted seamlessly, shields interlocking and weapons at the ready. Their discipline and coordination were a testament to their rigorous training.
The moment Ned saw that the Golden Wave Legion was prepared, he signaled his unit. All thirty-three Lords of Horror surged forward with breathtaking speed, their massive frames causing the ground beneath them to shatter with each step. Their momentum built rapidly, and they became a blur of white and gold as they raced toward the enemy. The magic matrices on their armor pulsed with energy, casting an otherworldly glow around them.
High above, Vlad observed the unfolding scene with a mix of pride and determination. The movement of his troops was impeccable. The Lords of Horror acted as the spearhead, ready to confront the strongest foes head-on. Behind them, the Golden Wave Legion advanced in a V formation, over five thousand soldiers moving as one cohesive unit. Their golden armor gleamed in the sun, creating the image of a radiant arrow poised to pierce the heart of the enemy.
On the flanks, tens of thousands of Turkin soldiers charged into the blazing forest from the sides, executing a pincer movement designed to trap the Leviathans. Their battle cries echoed, filling the air with a fierce symphony of courage.