Chapter 403: To the sumith
Freya’s eyes narrowed as she heard those final words from the A.I. Chip Clone. From now on, she could not count on any more miracles happening; if they found themselves in a life-and-death situation again, they would have to rely solely on themselves to get out of it.
Without wasting time, the young woman adopted a meditative position atop the inner wall overlooking the battlefield. She pulled out several small vials from a pouch at her side—potent healing elixirs. The drugs would hinder her battle abilities temporarily due to the intense healing energy coursing through her flesh, but there would be no backlash. After a few hours, her broken bones and torn muscles would mend, restoring her strength.
Below her, the battle in the outer ring of Kuro Mountain was growing more and more bloody. The number of Leviathan drones was reducing at a staggering rate; tens of thousands perished every minute under the relentless assault of the human forces. Yet, despite the massive losses, the hive mind kept pushing forward. Waves upon waves of drones advanced without hesitation, crawling over the corpses of their fallen brethren.
It was true that the Leviathans were losing a significant portion of their war power, but none of that would matter if they managed to win the battle. After all, there was no such thing as a Pyrrhic victory for them; the Leviathans would consume their own dead once all this was over, regaining the lost biomass.
The Turkin riders had performed admirably, managing to clear the inner ring. Their killing speed equaled the rate at which drones crossed the wall!
Of course, all that success was thanks in large part to the massacre occurring in the outer ring. The Royal Guards were truly killing machines; hundreds of drones perished every second under their weapons and spells. Mirena, Amara, Frank, Roman, and Clasius fought with a ferocity that seemed almost otherworldly. Constant streams of Origin Force flooded their bodies, allowing them to keep fighting even as their stamina and energy pools began to drain.
Taking advantage of the massacre wrought by these five on the flanks, Grand Marshal Anglius and Major General Theodoro led the Golden Wave Legion and Shadowstrike Legion deeper into the middle of the outer ring. The thousands of elite soldiers forged a semicircle formation that expanded outward, laying waste to everything in their path.
The formation expanded, laying waste to the enemy before regressing, adjusting their positions, and expanding once more. It was a tactic that drained a lot of energy and would soon draw them to exhaustion, not to mention that it put them in great danger. But it was necessary if they wanted to generate a lasting effect on the battleground and push back the seemingly endless tide of enemies.
Deeper into the outer ring, a white and black flash kept clashing with overwhelming power. Ouroboros and the Special Unit Leviathan were locked in a fierce fight, the killing intent in each other’s eyes explosive. Wounds had already appeared on the Depravita of Greed’s body, but the same could be said about the Special Unit Leviathan.