Chapter 435: Divine Ballistic Missile (II)
Grand Marshal Anglius and the rest of the men and women who witnessed the level of destruction were left speechless. The veterans who had fought in wars before the apocalypse couldn’t help but feel flashes of awe and wonder. What they had just seen was nothing less than the strike of an intercontinental missile with a destructive power that was simply overwhelming.
Broad smiles appeared on the faces of all the soldiers as they began to understand the kind of weapons that Overlord had managed to develop. In these weapons, they saw a power that could wipe out the monsters threatening to engulf the world.
The thrill and awe in Grand Marshal Anglius’s heart was no less than that of the soldiers, but his eyes did not lose their sharpness, and his focus remained intact. The missile had wiped out all the aerial units and taken down the Leviathan warriors, but many drones were still left. If they did nothing, those drones would wait for the fires to die down and then consume the scorched bodies of their kind to regain biomass—a prospect Anglius would not allow.
"Attack!" the Grand Marshal of the Xoas Kingdom shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield. As he gave the command, his body began to transform. He returned to his true size, rising more than fifteen meters in height. Muscles bulged with power and strength, making him seem like a small, moving mountain.
Demonic energy surged from his Demon Soul alongside the devil power from his bloodline, causing his size to grow even larger. Now approaching twenty meters tall, he was a colossus on the field.
Without hesitation, he dashed forward at a speed that was simply shocking for his size. Each of his footsteps caused the ground to tremble, leaving deep imprints in the earth. His Force burst forth, covering his body in tangible energy.
The soldiers of the Golden Wave Legion immediately burst into action upon hearing the battle call. They marched next to the massive golden giant. Four thousand meters was a significant distance in the old world, which would take around six minutes to cover. But all those marching forward were Champion Warriors, with speed and vitality dozens or even hundreds of times that of normal humans. It took them less than twenty seconds to close the distance and stand before the Leviathan swarm.
The drones were still trying to comprehend the attack that had crashed upon them. Their ranks were in disarray, many wounded by the blast and scattered due to the shockwave. They had no defensive formation as the human forces charged at them like a golden wave.
Grand Marshal Anglius led the assault, acting like an unstoppable juggernaut. With each stride, he crushed Leviathan drones underfoot, their exoskeletons shattering like brittle glass. The sounds of crunching and cracking echoed around him. Wielding his massive halberd—a weapon proportionate to his enormous size—he swung it with devastating power.
Hundreds of drones were sent flying through the air with every single swing. The halberd cleaved through the swarm, its blade slicing effortlessly through chitin and flesh. One swing carved a deep arc, mowing down a swath of drones before him. Another upward slash sent fragments of Leviathans spiraling into the sky. He spun the halberd around, its pole smashing into those who attempted to flank him, sending them hurtling back with broken bodies.
Behind him, the rest of the Golden Wave Legion engaged the Leviathans with ferocious intensity. The soldiers attacked with everything they had, utilizing their Force and martial skills to devastating effect. Swords flashed, spears thrust, and shields bashed as they cut a path through the enemy.
The Golden Wave Legion fought as a cohesive unit. They moved in formations, covering each other’s blind spots and coordinating attacks to maximize their effectiveness. Each warrior was a master of their craft, and together, they were an unstoppable force.