Chapter 429: Trump card (I)
The battle on the shores of Kylen Country had escalated into an all-consuming inferno. Explosions echoed across the landscape, and flames licked the sky and scorched the ground as destruction raged in every direction. The once tranquil coastline was now a hellish battleground, and the situation was growing increasingly dire for the Depravitas and the Viking princess.
Freya and Ouroboros fought fiercely on the ground, their bodies moving in a deadly skill as they faced the onslaught of Leviathan warriors and aerial units. Freya’s mace swung with brutal efficiency, crushing the exoskeletons of insectoid foes while her shield deflected incoming claws and spines. The power of her Totems allows her to reach a shocking speed.
Ouroboros moved with feral power. His claws sliced through the air, tearing into the Leviathans with savage precision. Muscles rippled beneath his white fur as he dodged and counterattacked, but even his enhanced senses struggled to keep up with the relentless swarm. Small wounds began to accumulate, each one a testament to the overwhelming pressure they were under.
"Freya, behind you!" Ouroboros snarled, lunging to intercept a Leviathan warrior aiming for her blind spot. He tackled the creature, driving his claws deep into its thorax before flinging it aside.
"Thanks!" Freya shouted back, slamming her shield into another attacker. Despite their prowess, the duo was being pushed to their limits. They had been unable to take down another Harvester.
Things only grew worse as the Harvesters rose into the air, their bulbous forms filled with lighter-than-air gases that enabled them to ascend slowly but steadily. Although the Harvesters were slow, the trio could not follow them deeper into the Moonson Continent as the overwhelming presence of Leviathans there would make it a suicide mission.
High above, Vlad was locked in a fierce aerial battle. The Depravita of Wrath wielded overwhelming might and destructive power; his body was enveloped in a fiery aura that blazed against the darkening sky. Lightning crackled around him as he clashed with tens of Elite Units and thousands of aerial drones.
Vlad moved with incredible speed, his fists and kicks enhanced by lightning and fire, carrying more than enough power to take down any Levithan that got struck. He dodged a flurry of spines launched by an Elite Unit, countering with a devastating punch that shattered its carapace. Another Elite Unit swooped in from above, claws extended, but Vlad spun mid-air and delivered a thunderous kick that sent the creature hurtling toward the ground.
Despite his superior strength and speed, the sheer number of enemies and their flawless coordination made it nearly impossible for him to break through. The Elite Units performed synchronized attacks, each one setting up the next in a seamless chain that kept Vlad on the defensive. They were determined to prevent him from descending toward the Harvesters once more.
Vlad gritted his teeth, frustration boiling within him. His killing intent surged as he realized their situation was worse than it seemed. They couldn’t afford to be exhausted here; Kylen Country was dominated by the Leviathan Race, and reinforcements were undoubtedly on their way. If they didn’t destroy the Harvesters now, they would lose their chance.
"Damn it!" Vlad roared, wrathful energy coursing through his body. He unleashed a shockwave that blasted the surrounding Leviathans away, momentarily clearing a path. His eyes glowed with fiery energy as he prepared his final attack. A laser beam erupted from his gaze, slicing through the air toward one of the ascending Harvesters.