Chapter 468: Master
The human army continued its systematic slaughter of any remaining Leviathans. These creatures, taken from some conjured nightmare, proved helpless before the blades, spears, and hammers of the forces they had attempted to consume. The battle had been savage, fought inside the Wendy Country where an obsidian obelisk lay—the heart of the Leviathan Race’s collective power. The army they faced was more than ten times larger in sheer numbers. Despite that, they had crushed it!
The God stood a short distance away from the main fray. His body trembled faintly from time to time, indicating the backlash he had suffered was still coursing through him, but he seemed unconcerned by any pain. Instead, his attention rested on the young man cloaked in lightning and fire who fought at the forefront, the King of the Xaos Civilization.
Vlad rallied the troops with unparalleled might, flashing across the battlefield and butchering any Leviathan that dared remain upright.
Yet the show lasted less than half an hour. At that time, the last remnants of the Leviathan swarm were cut down. Black blood pooled thickly, forming stagnant lakes of tar-like fluid. Flames leaped from corpse to corpse and the heat charred sections of already scorched earth. The noxious smell caused the soldiers to gag behind their armor’s filtration devices, but not a single warrior stepped back. They had marched into the Wendy Country, threatened by an army so numerous it had seemed hopeless to resist—yet now they stood victorious. They had not only bested that massive force in an open field, but they had also faced and driven off the Leviathans’ most powerful champions!
"VICTORY!" Vlad’s shout boomed, resonating like thunder across the plains of death and smoke. He raised one arm toward the darkened sky.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
The chant rose among the soldiers, echoing with unstoppable fervor. Bloodied though they were, they felt their spirits soar at the realization of what they had accomplished. They imagined a day when the Leviathan threat would be ended once and for all, a moment where they could stand unchallenged in a world free of this unimaginable horror. Vlad watched them with a satisfied grin. Their success lit a hopeful spark in every tired face, a spark that kindled the idea that the war’s close might no longer be a distant fantasy.