Chapter 400: Behemoth (III)
It was a wonderful, shocking, and awe-inspiring sight. A young woman, not even two meters tall and weighing less than one hundred kilograms, collided head-on with a massive beast fifty meters tall that weighed hundreds of tons.
Freya’s mace crashed directly into the front of the Behemoth’s skull, the force of the impact spreading cracks around the point of contact. The sound was like thunder, echoing across the battlefield. Yet, the Leviathan’s eyes showed no pain or hesitation; it simply pushed forward.
The two were locked in a deadly clash, the shocks of energy and kinetic force spreading in all directions. Waves of power rippled outward, shattering the ground beneath them and sending debris flying.
Freya felt her arm tremble, the bones cracking under the immense strain. Pain seared through her muscles, but she remained firm, her feet planted as she resisted the Behemoth’s advance. Gritting her teeth, she summoned every ounce of her energy to push forward, her eyes blazing with determination.
However, the same could be said about the Behemoth. The Leviathan drove forward with all its will, intent on fulfilling the purpose for which the hive mind had given it life. It was a creature born for destruction, a living weapon designed to obliterate any obstacle.
Seconds stretched into an eternity as they remained locked together, neither yielding. Finally, after three grueling seconds, the kinetic energy generated between the mace and the Leviathan’s skull reached its critical mass. With a colossal burst of force, the stalemate shattered.
The Viking princess was sent hurtling through the air like a ragdoll, her body flipping end over end. The world spun around her, a blur of colors and shapes. Meanwhile, the Behemoth was sent rolling down the mountain, its massive form crushing everything in its path. The earth itself seemed to groan under the weight of the beast’s descent.
As she soared through the air, Freya fought to regain control. Drawing upon her years of training and innate agility, she twisted her body mid-air. Her eyes focused, and with a deft maneuver, she landed skillfully atop the inner wall of the fortress.
Her eyes were sharp as she stood proudly, her posture unwavering. To those who looked upon her, it was like seeing a battle goddess descended from the heavens. Awe filled their hearts, and a renewed will surged within them. As long as she stood on that wall, they felt that it would never break.
"Fight!" Freya raised her right arm, her voice ringing out across the battlefield. That single word cut through the cacophony of battle—the clashing weapons, the roars of beasts, the cries of the wounded. It dispersed all the doubt and fear the Behemoth had sown into their hearts.
The Xaos Forces and Turkin riders responded with a roar of their own, their morale rejuvenated. They charged into battle with even greater intensity, their weapons gleaming as they struck down their foes.
"Kill!" Viserin shouted as he led his Turkin riders around the inner wall. Their mounts, fierce and swift, crushed drones underfoot while their weapons sundered all those around.