Chapter 467: Butchering the Leviathans
"ARRGGGHH!" Grand Marshal Anglius roared, raising his halberd high as the colossal power of his giant frame flared. He butchered every Leviathan in sight, guiding the rest of the Golden Wave Legion to follow suit. Torn shells and shredded limbs piled around him, testimony to his unrelenting fury.
"Now, use all you have left! Kill these monsters!" King Viserin’s commanding voice echoed across the battlefield. He rallied his elite Turkin riders into a final charge, their monstrous mounts trampling the drones underfoot while their blades sundered anything too stubborn to be crushed. Other black-armored soldiers and the remaining Turkin riders did not remain idle; under the guidance of their commanders, they spread across the battlefield, slaughtering every Leviathan they could find.
The Leviathans’ eyes glowed with alarm as the hive mind processed the battle’s collapse. Over three million Leviathans still remained on the field, but it was clear that continuing the fight with suicidal frenzy would yield meager returns. The casualties they could inflict on the human forces would be negligible compared to what they would lose in the process. Thus, the hive mind commanded a retreat. In an instant, the Leviathans began to scatter in all directions, sprinting back toward the heart of the Wendy Continent. Many would perish in the retreat, but enough would survive to bolster the army for the hive mind’s next counteroffensive.
"Faster! Don’t let them escape!" Grand Marshal Anglius shouted, rallying the troops to strike harder. He knew the war was far from over. Every Leviathan allowed to flee would only return as a future threat. Today’s victory could easily become tomorrow’s defeat if they showed mercy. Anglius also recognized how thin their luck had been on this battlefield; without the miraculous arrival of the God, the humans might have been wiped out. That stroke of fortune would not last forever, so he was determined to press every advantage they had.
"Don’t worry. Just keep striking in a coordinated state," Vlad’s voice echoed across the battlefield, stopping the Golden Wave Legion and others before they could pursue relentlessly. Confusion flickered across countless soldier’s faces. The Leviathans were fleeing—why not chase them down with everything they had? Then, it became clear when they beheld a dark wave rolling in from the distance.
That wave extended for several kilometers, forming a perfect wall between the retreating Leviathans and the Wendy Country’s heart. There was no mistaking who made up this wall: the Shadowstrike Legion and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who had accompanied Vlad into Jerar Country. When Grand Marshal Anglius and the other generals realized these troops had arrived to cut off the Leviathans’ escape route, they adapted immediately.
"Steady! Firm! Follow the Xaos King!" Grand Marshal Anglius ordered. The Golden Wave Legion reformed their front, advancing like a golden scythe through the Leviathans, not a single gap in their ranks. Every soldier’s eyes blazed with willpower and might, bolstered by the knowledge that their king’s forces had surrounded the fleeing creatures.