Chapter 373: First victory
Yet, the Leviathans continued to swarm. Their numbers seemed endless, and they began to amass on the flanks, threatening to encircle the human forces. The pressure intensified, and the soldiers braced themselves for the impending assault.
But then, from the sides of the blazing forest, the sound of marching feet grew louder. The Turkin soldiers appeared, their ranks disciplined and their weapons gleaming. They charged into the Leviathans’ exposed flanks, executing a perfect pincer movement.
Caught off guard, the Leviathans faltered. The Turkin soldiers fought fiercely, their coordinated strikes wreaking havoc on the enemy’s formations. Spears thrust forward with lethal precision, and shields formed an impenetrable wall against retaliatory strikes.
High above, Vlad observed the shifting tides of battle. His eyes reflected the entire scene—the courage of his soldiers, the failure of the enemy, and the pivotal moments unfolding below. Reaching into his cloak, he pulled out a parchment inscribed with arcane symbols. With a swift motion, he summoned an aerial demon soul.
Mounting the ethereal creature, he turned to Jormungandr, the small yellow cat perched on his shoulder. "Go and help them," he commanded.
Jormungandr nodded, his eyes narrowing with fierce intent. The demon soul merged back into his body, infusing him with power. Flames erupted around him, and massive wings of fire unfurled from his back. With a powerful leap, he dove toward the battlefield like a fiery comet, leaving a trail of embers in his wake.
As Jormungandr descended, the sky lit up with his fiery aura. The sight invigorated the soldiers below, their morale soaring even higher. The Leviathans, sensing the approaching threat, turned their gaze upward, but it was too late.
Jormungandr crashed into the center of the Leviathan horde, unleashing a shockwave of flames and lightning that incinerated drones within a wide radius. The ground shook, and a column of fire spiraled upward. The cat emerged from the inferno unscathed, his eyes blazing as he continued his assault, unleashing a myriad of spells, casting doom on the Leviathans.
On the ground, the combined forces of the Lords of Horror, Grand Marshal Anglius, Freya, the Golden Wave Legion, and the Turkin soldiers pressed their advantage. The Leviathans’ formations crumbled under the relentless onslaught. Drones scattered in disarray, and the insect-humanoid warriors fell one after another.
The hive mind struggled to adapt, but the humans had seized control of the battlefield. The momentum was theirs, and they would not relinquish it.
"Push forward!" Anglius roared, his voice echoing above the clamor. "We have them on the run!"