Chapter 471: The hive mind’s ultimate card
The massive human army and its lines of tanks advanced steadily through the rugged terrain of the Wendy Country. Their movement was not hurried; it was deliberate, cautious. The scars of their last battle were fresh, etched into the minds and bodies of the soldiers. It was vital to conserve energy, allow wounds to heal, and prepare themselves for the ultimate clash. Exhaustion was a threat as dangerous as any enemy, and there was no point in reaching their final destination if they were too depleted to fight. As the army pressed forward, a dark silhouette began to rise on the horizon. At first, it seemed like a jagged mountain piercing the heavens, but as the soldiers drew closer, its true nature was revealed. A massive obsidian obelisk stretched skyward, its sharp edges scraping against the heavens of Terra. The sight was awe-inspiring and foreboding, a monument to the Leviathan Race’s power and the epicenter of their dominion.
Vlad stood at the front of the army, his fists clenched tightly as he gazed at the towering obelisk. This was not the first time he had laid eyes upon it, but unlike before, he was no longer the lone figure standing against insurmountable odds. The Depravita of Wrath had grown in power, and now, behind him, marched the mightiest force Terra had ever assembled. His eyes burned with determination as he envisioned the obelisk’s destruction. This time, Vlad would not turn back. He would strike at the heart of the Leviathan Race and bury his fist into its core, eradicating them once and for all.
Standing beside him were Jormungandr, Ouroboros, Freya, and Overlord. Each represented an unparalleled power, the vanguard of humanity’s hope. They were the ones destined to confront the overwhelming might of the Leviathan Lords. Behind them, hundreds of thousands of soldiers marched in unison. They were not merely an army—they were a symbol of humanity’s resilience and will to survive. Their role was no less significant, as they would bear the brunt of the Leviathan swarm, facing millions of these monstrous creatures in their very heartland.
No illusions of survival comforted the soldiers. They understood the grim reality of what lay ahead. Many would fall, tens of thousands, perhaps more. But fear was absent from their hearts. They fought not for riches or glory, not out of vengeance or hatred, but to protect every man, woman, and child who depended on them. The Leviathan Race had brought horror and destruction to their world, and this battle would decide humanity’s future.
Grand Marshal Anglius, Major General Theodoro, Grey Hawk, Ned, Amara, Clasius, Mirena, Frank, Roman, King Viserin, and countless other commanders looked over their soldiers. Each felt the immense weight of responsibility pressing on their shoulders. Unlike the Sky Seed Depravitas, the Viking Princess, or the Divine Avatar, they would lead the hundreds of thousands of men and women into battle, knowing full well that many would not return. It was a burden heavy enough to break lesser people, but these leaders stood resolute. Their eyes gleamed with conviction and determination. They were prepared to give everything, including their lives, to achieve victory.
"Let’s move!" Vlad’s voice rang out with unyielding authority, cutting through the somber air. The army obeyed without hesitation, advancing steadily toward the obsidian obelisk. There was no time to dwell on the past or to reminisce. The final battle awaited, and they marched ever closer to it.