Chapter 475: A battle of Gods and men (II)
Jormungandr offered a small smile at Freya’s assistance, but he refused to let his focus waver for even an instant. The battlefield was no place for distractions, especially not when facing something as formidable as the Kraken Leviathan Lord. He noticed the opening that Freya had created with her mace and seized the opportunity without hesitation. His jaws parted, revealing fangs that seemed designed for tearing through the toughest armor. In a single, savage movement, he sank his teeth into the Kraken’s neck, unleashing a torrent of lightning and fire directly into the gargantuan monster’s bloodstream.
"SHRIEK!"
A hideous scream of agony tore from the Kraken Leviathan Lord. It thrashed violently, the lethal infusion of lightning and fire surging through its colossal veins. Its chitinous plates vibrated under the internal onslaught, but the creature’s agony lasted only moments. Gritting its enormous jaws, the Leviathan twisted its body. Though it lost a chunk of its own neck in the process, it retaliated with brutal efficiency, burying its horns into the World Snake’s scaled hide. A massive, gaping wound opened as flesh tore beneath the horns’ impact.
However, before the Kraken Leviathan Lord could exploit this wound further, Freya launched herself once more into action. She danced across Jormungandr’s coils, each step fluid and deliberate, before striking the Leviathan Lord’s head with her mace. The blow forced its enormous skull away, creating enough space to prevent the worst of its horn-based attack. Despite the punishing collisions of bodies and weapons, Freya’s expression remained intensely focused.
The fury of the Kraken Leviathan Lord turned squarely on the young Viking princess, but it could do little to act on its rage. Jormungandr, taking advantage of its divided attention, renewed his assault, constricting once more around the beast. Their titanic forms grappled in a lethal clinch, seeking to tear each other apart.
From the perspective of the foot soldiers scattered across the battlefield, the struggle between the Sky Seed Depravita, the Divine Avatar, the Viking princess, and the Leviathan Lords resembled a clash of gods. The scale of power on display defied all reason, but the troops did not stand idle. They had their own war to fight. Driven by overwhelming killing intent and unwavering determination, the human forces pressed forward, slaughtering the Leviathans still reeling from the Divine Ballistic Missiles’ explosive barrage.
At the spearhead of this human wave was Grand Marshal Anglius. His colossal figure towered over those around him, each swing of his halberd creating a devastating arc that cleaved through any Leviathan in its path. Not even the formidable Leviathan Warriors could withstand the might of his weapon, which had ascended to a level rivaling Guardian Tier. Long years of battle had afforded Anglius a staggering accumulation of Origin Force, granting him strength that outstripped even the Royal Guards.
Yet, Anglius was not invincible. Surrounded by countless Leviathans, a moment’s lapse might prove fatal. Luckily, the massive tanks, packed with Viking soldiers, advanced in formation to cover his flanks, ensuring that no monsters could encircle him.