Chapter 395: New units (II)
Viserin led his riders across the seething mass of drones, his demonic mount’s hooves crushing Leviathan bodies beneath them. His twin swords flashed like lightning, sundering any drone that dared approach.
Suddenly, a chill ran down Viserin’s spine—a coldness that pierced through the heat of battle. His instincts screamed danger. Without a second thought, he leaped from his demonic steed. Below him, the ground cracked and shattered, massive fissures spreading outward. From the ruptured earth, monstrous creatures emerged, breaking through like nightmares made flesh.
Viserin landed nimbly, rolling to absorb the impact. He turned just in time to witness his demonic mount being obliterated. A monstrous, beetle-like creature the size of a horse had surfaced where his steed once stood. It was armored in a dark, chitinous exoskeleton adorned with jagged spikes. Glowing red eyes pierced the dust and smoke, and massive spiked claws dug into the ground. Curved mandibles and horns made it look ready to consume anything in its path.
The creature’s mandibles snapped shut with a sickening crunch, reducing the demonic mount to nothing more than dark ichor that seeped into the broken ground. Before the Turkin King could react, the Armored Leviathan’s body trembled violently. Sharp, spiked projectiles erupted from its exoskeleton, shooting in all directions like deadly shrapnel.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Viserin crossed his swords in front of him, deflecting the incoming projectiles. Each impact sent a jolt up his arms, but he held firm.
Unfortunately, not all were as strong as the Turkin King. Around him, chaos erupted. The deadly spikes pierced through armor and flesh, felling more than a dozen Turkin soldiers in mere seconds. Demonic mounts reared and screamed before collapsing, their forms disappearing into the broken soul force.
And the horror didn’t stop there. Dozens of Armored Leviathans burst forth across the battlefield, emerging among the Turkin riders with terrifying suddenness. Each one unleashed a barrage of spikes upon surfacing, turning the area into a deadly zone. They swung their massive claws and mandibles, cutting down riders and mounts alike with brutal efficiency. In a single swipe, hundreds of Turkin soldiers were slain.
Viserin’s heart pounded as he took in the devastating scene. The disciplined ranks of his riders were thrown into disarray. Screams of pain and terror filled the air as the drones swarmed them from all directions, emboldened by the sudden appearance of the Armored Leviathans.
Across the battlefield, Grand Marshal Anglius, Major General Theodoro, and Freya noticed the upheaval. They exchanged grim looks, their expressions reflecting shock and urgency. The emergence of these monstrous creatures was entirely unexpected—a trump card played by the hive mind that was costing them dearly.