Chapter 393: Freya vs Special Unit
The explosion raged for ten relentless seconds. Mages stood atop the fortress walls, unleashing everything they had been saving for this critical moment. The sky lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors—blues, reds, and violets—as bolts of lightning, fireballs, and shards of ice hurtled toward the advancing Leviathan swarm.
The massive dark swarm reeled under the onslaught. Tens of thousands of drones were obliterated in an instant, their chitinous bodies exploding into fragments under the sheer power of the spells.
Yet, despite the catastrophic losses inflicted, the Leviathan swarm surged forward, showing no fear. Before they could begin to ascend the mountain, the Turkin riders made their move. Over fifty thousand men and women, clad in armor and mounted on demonic soul steeds, dashed toward the swarm from the left and right flanks.
From the sides, the Turkin soldiers descended upon the Leviathan drones. Their demonic mounts trampled the drones under their massive hooves. The sound of exoskeletons cracking and shattering echoed across the battlefield. Riders swung long, curved swords gleaming with a dark sheen, slicing through the drones easily.
The coordination among the riders was impeccable; they moved as one fluid entity, and their years of training were evident in every maneuver. They weaved in and out of the Leviathan ranks, carving a path of destruction and leaving behind heaps of broken bodies.
Kuro Mountain was massive, its rugged terrain and steep inclines challenging any large-scale movement. It was certainly not as expansive as the plains beyond the walls, which limited the space available for such a sizable force to maneuver. The Turkin riders had prepared meticulously for weeks for this very moment.
Their formations shifted like the ebb and flow of a tide. Units of riders would break off, circle around, and rejoin the main force.
Of course, the efforts of less than seventy thousand riders could not hope to completely stop an army whose numbers surpassed five million. An intentional gap was left in the middle of their formation—a narrow corridor through which the Leviathan swarm could advance.
The swarm of drones was ever searching for any opening to push forward, knowing that the moment they reached the mountain’s peak, everything would be over for the humans. The hive mind did not miss the gap left by the Turkin riders. It calculated the possibility of an ambush but deemed the potential gain worth the risk. After all, drones were expendable.