Chapter 408: Aiming at the strongest
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!"
A massive explosion thundered across the sky as the Depravita of Wrath and the Divine Leviathan clashed in the air. Shockwaves of red energy and dark golden force spread across the heavens, illuminating the battlefield below with an eerie glow. As they ascended higher, their clash grew more and more powerful, the very atmosphere trembling under their might.
The human forces roared in unison with the explosion generated by their leader. They descended Kuro Mountain with unwavering determination, weapons gleaming under the distorted light. It took less than five seconds for the first wave—the Turkin riders—to collide with the front lines of the Leviathans. They blasted through the swarm with power that could only be described as superhuman, their demonic steeds thundering forward without hesitation.
Viserin, who led the charge, couldn’t help but glance at the sky as he witnessed the strength that the Xaos King unleashed. Although they were both World King Candidates, the difference in their power was simply colossal. Yet, the Turkin King did not grow disheartened.
’A wise man can get more from his enemies than from a friend,’ he thought, recalling an ancient proverb. As that saying echoed in Viserin’s mind, his eyes blazed with fighting spirit. The stronger the Xaos King became, the more he would push himself. He refused to simply give up or be left behind.
"DEATH!" King Viserin shouted once more, the call for battle resonating across the ranks. His blood burned with fervor as he and his demonic steed led the surge, diving deeper and deeper into the Leviathan swarms. Thousands of drones were blasted away by the second under the relentless assault of the Turkin riders. Their lances pierced through chitinous exoskeletons, swords slashed with deadly precision, and shields battered aside any who dared stand in their path.
The drones could do nothing to stop the surge from the Turkin riders. Vlad’s sudden appearance and the shocking power he unleashed had halted the Leviathans’ momentum, which proved deadly for them. Despite their massive casualties, the hive mind kept pushing its forces forward with everything it had, deploying its most powerful troops to drive onward.
Although King Viserin’s heart burned with fighting spirit, he was no fool. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the Leviathan warriors, he waved his hand, signaling his riders.
"Split formation!" he commanded.
The Turkin riders obeyed without hesitation, dividing toward the left and right flanks in perfect synchrony. An opening soon appeared between the tens of thousands of Turkin riders, a deliberate gap through which the Leviathans could march. But not even a second later, a young woman covered in glowing totems and a demonic werewolf adorned with powerful runes surged forward. They were followed by thirty-three white juggernauts, each wielding massive swords and exuding an aura of overwhelming power.
They dove into the opening, blasting everything in their path as they headed straight for the core of the Leviathan swarm. Not even the Leviathan warriors dared to approach that force, immediately moving away. The hive mind knew that against such formidable opponents, sending the insect-humanoid hybrids would only be wasting troops.