Chapter 721: Making history (II)
Vlad hammered the fortress walls with everything he had.
The tables had turned. Now, it was not the Vorometallicae forces hindering Graecia’s advance—it was Graecia’s army halting the momentum of the Void’s defenders.
The battlefield trembled as Spartacus, Maximo, and the other Legends shed blood, pouring every ounce of might into their one shared goal: giving Vlad the time he needed to bring the Void Heart Fortress’ wall down.
They held nothing back. They fought like men possessed. And yet, amid the chaos, one Legendary Vorometallic managed to slip through the barricade.
It was a towering, humanoid abomination made of blackened bones and mutated blood. His right arm bore a massive metallic claw, nearly twice the size of his natural limb, pulsating with corrupted energy. In a flash of dark light, he launched himself forward like a streak of night, aiming straight for Vlad’s unguarded back.
"Schlrrrkk"
The sound of flesh tearing echoed across the battlefield. Every heart froze.
The massive claw pierced Vlad’s back, emerging from his chest in a brutal display. Gasps and cries rose from the soldiers of Graecia. The young warrior who had risen like a storm across the battlefield—their emerging hero—had just taken a mortal wound.
There was no doubt. His heart had to have been destroyed by that strike. Surely, he was dead.
On the other side, the Vorometallicae soldiers let out cries of triumph. To them, it was a moment of reversal. The one who had just started forging a mythic tale had been extinguished before he could become a legend.
But then, the impossible happened.