Chapter 326
The battlefield roared with the sounds of combat as the ogre general’s rally cry echoed in the ears of his troops. His warhammer, ablaze with the spectral flames of his inner power, swung through the air like a burning comet. Behind him, the ogre warriors surged forward, their eyes glowing with the same yellow fire as their leader. The third-stage demons that had been tearing through the ogre ranks now found themselves on the defensive, their initial advantage slipping away under the relentless assault.
The goblins on the wall, now with little choice but to follow orders, shifted their focus to support. The goblin mages hurled spells of protection and enhancement down onto the ogres, their magic blending with the fierce strength of the warriors on the field. Below them, the shadow-cloaked goblin assassins flickered in and out of existence, carving a path of chaos through the demons’ ranks.
The third-stage demons fought back, their sheer size and strength still formidable. Their claws tore into ogres, while their dark energy attempted to corrupt the land beneath them. Yet, for every ogre that fell, two more seemed to rise, the fury of their general driving them forward. They fought like creatures possessed, but not by Phanthom’s direct hand; they were driven by their own burning ambition—amplified and stoked to new heights by the demon watching from above.
Phanthom’s eyes gleamed with interest, savoring the spectacle unfolding below. The general and his men fought not just for survival but for something deeper—glory, recognition, and power. Phanthom haven’t altered their desires; he had simply lit the flames that already smoldered within them. Now, those flames burned uncontrollably. This was the stage he had created, a perfect battleground for ambition to take center stage, with both demons and ogres locked in a deadly dance of violence.
"Magnificent," Phanthom whispered to himself, watching as the ogre general swung his hammer, sending one of the third-stage demons crashing into the ground with a sickening thud. Blood splattered across the battlefield, but the general paid it no mind. His mind was elsewhere, lost in the fiery vision Phanthom had conjured. He saw the grand colosseum, the emperor, and the endless adulation of his people.
With every blow, the ogre army pushed further into the demon ranks. The third-stage demons, though formidable, found themselves outmatched by the ogres’ newfound strength and ferocity. One demon after another fell beneath the warhammers and axes of the ogres. Their bodies littered the ground, staining it with dark blood, but the ogres marched on, unstoppable.
It wasn’t long before the balance of power shifted dramatically in favor of the ogres. The battlefield, once dominated by the chaos of the demons, now began to tilt toward the forces of the general. The goblin assassins darted through the shadows, cutting down demon after demon, while the ogre warriors crushed their enemies with raw strength.
Then, the air shifted.
A dark shadow loomed over the battlefield, and the ground trembled beneath an overwhelming presence. It wasn’t another wave of third-stage demons. It was something far worse. Phanthom’s eyes narrowed in anticipation.