Chapter 388: Deep into the swarm
The thousand riders of the Turkin Kingdom thundered forward with overwhelming momentum, their demonic mounts shaking the ground beneath them. The force of their charge created an immense pressure that would have unnerved any foe—but the Leviathans knew no fear. Drones surged to meet them, hundreds of thousands marching head-on, piling one upon the other to increase the force of their assault.
As the distance between the two armies dwindled to less than a hundred meters, a torrent of fireballs descended upon the Leviathan vanguard. Explosions erupted as thousands of drones were obliterated in a flash of fiery light. The attack, orchestrated by the Golden Wave Legion’s mages, didn’t significantly impact the Leviathan’s overwhelming numbers. Still, it was enough to create gaps in their otherwise impenetrable wall—a gift the Turkin riders did not waste.
With the Leviathan front hampered, the Turkin riders plunged into the opening like a hot knife through butter. Their demonic mounts trampled over the drones while the riders’ weapons pulsed with white energy. They unleashed their power with brutal efficiency, cleaving through anything in their path. From above, the battlefield looked like a river of white light slicing through the dark sea of drones.
Leading the charge was the Turkin King, Viserin. His body radiated a bestial might as he wielded two swords, his strikes blurring into a whirlwind of severing steel. Every movement left a trail of destruction, drones falling in heaps around him. His eyes burned with fierce determination, his muscles straining as he pushed himself to the limit. He knew that if the momentum of the charge faltered for even a second, they would be overwhelmed by the Leviathan drones, and his men would be devoured alive.
After pushing five hundred meters into the swarm, the communication gems embedded in the riders’ gauntlets began to glow. In the chaos of battle, words would be hard to convey, so instead, they received color signals—half of the soldiers saw a white light and the other half black. Without missing a beat, the white-marked soldiers veered left, and the black-marked riders turned right, flanking the Leviathan forces and creating paths through the mass of drones.
Their timing was impeccable, as they now approached clusters of aerial units accompanied by several Leviathan warriors. Had they collided with these elite forces, the formation of the Turkin riders would have been shattered. But by splitting at the right moment, they skirted the edges of danger, maintaining their advance and continuing to carve a bloody path through the drones.
Yet, the aerial drones and Leviathan warriors were not left unchallenged. Following the carnage left by the Turkin riders, a smaller force of less than three hundred soldiers charged toward these stronger Leviathans.
"Tsunami Impact!" Freya’s voice rang out over the battlefield as she slammed her mace into the ground before her. A massive wave of energy exploded forward, blasting away the Leviathans in her path. Without hesitation, the Viking princess lunged forward, her shield raised, her gaze fixed on a group of Leviathan warriors.