Chapter 441: Taking the offensive (IV)
The hive mind was truly in shock. This was the first time the human forces had performed a true all-out strike against the Leviathan race, not waiting in their fortresses. The strategies it had developed based on previous encounters were rendered ineffective. The hive mind learned with each clash, improving its skills and strategies, but this was completely new, and it was having a hard time adapting, which was clearly devastating news for the Leviathan Race, with the situation growing worse with every single minute.
Back in the horizontal portion of the path, Vlad sent a powerful punch forward, piercing the chest of a Leviathan warrior. The force of the blow generated a massive burst of flames and lightning that cascaded outward, destroying hundreds of drones around him.
He had been fighting for less than thirty minutes, but his energy was already nearing depletion due to the massive output unleashed. Every fiber of his muscles felt like it would snap at any second. His vitality and stamina were overwhelmingly high, but he had expended immense strength from the beginning of the clash, killing tens of thousands of Leviathans with every blow. No wonder he was already exhausted and not alone in his fatigue.
Jormungandr was no longer releasing bursts of lightning and fire. Instead, he covered his small figure in elemental power, blasting across the battlefield and crushing all enemies in his path. His chest heaved heavily due to exhaustion, each breath a laborious effort. The relentless pace of the battle had taken its toll even on him.
Grand Marshal Anglius kept swinging his massive halberd, blasting Leviathans to pieces. However, his movements were much slower now, and his size had returned to its original fifteen meters as the energy granted by his devilish bloodline and demonic soul had already run out. Sweat dripped from his brow, but his determination remained unwavering.
Major General Theodry and the Bloodline Soldiers were in the same boat. The nineteen Bloodline Soldiers continued killing with astonishing might, and even Leviathan warriors were crushed under their swords and spells. But sweat was already covering their faces, and their movements were slowing down. The strain of continuous combat was evident, yet they pressed on.
As for the Royal Guards, they were also nearing their breaking points. Mirena could only control a single metallic lightning tornado now as her earlier ability to command multiple tornados diminished by fatigue. Frank’s magma blast barrage was reduced from over fifteen to only ten in each volley. His energy reserves were depleting rapidly. Roman’s arrows, which once covered the sky, were now only small clusters. Clasius and Amara were in an even worse state, truly pushing themselves to the limits just to avoid being overwhelmed by the relentless swarm.