Chapter 341
Still, the priest’s men were relentless. A zealot with bloodshot eyes lunged at a Terra warrior, sinking a dagger deep into his side, even as the Apeling crushed his arm. The zealot only laughed, his hand twisting the dagger deeper before he was finally thrown to the ground and stomped into the blood-soaked dirt.
The priest watched from the backlines, his red eyes gleaming with satisfaction as his warriors drew strength from the violence, each death seeming to fuel them further. He raised his arms, chanting a guttural incantation, and a fresh wave of red mist rolled across the battlefield. Terra warriors clutched their heads, the eerie mist igniting a flash of pain that seared through their veins. Some stumbled, momentarily blinded, and the zealots used the opportunity to lunge, daggers flashing.
But the Terra warriors held strong. They roared in defiance, their body pulsing with a fierce energy, rooting them to the earth. In response, stones burst from the ground, ensnaring the zealots and holding them in place long enough for brutal strikes to land. The Apelings moved as one, an unstoppable force grounded by the earth’s power. They carved a path through the priest’s forces, who began to falter under the relentless assault.
At one point, the princess found herself face-to-face with a zealot who had clawed his way through three Terra soldiers, his face a mask of blood and madness. He leered at her, brandishing a jagged blade. She met his gaze with icy determination, swinging her hammer in a brutal arc that shattered his ribs and sent him sprawling. The zealot coughed blood, laughing through the agony as he struggled to stand. She didn’t give him the chance, slamming her hammer down, crushing him with a final, resounding blow.
Throughout the village, blood soaked the earth, turning the ground slick and dark. Severed limbs littered the streets, and the air was thick with the stench of iron and sweat. Screams echoed from both sides, yet the Terra clan remained unwavering, driven by the will to protect their home.
All through the town, the Terra clan moved with calculated precision, swiftly dispatching each Zealot they encountered. Unknown to the press or maybe ignored by her, the more they killed the Zealot, the thicker the red mist became.
Even the well trained Terra clan members had a look of glee on their face as they chased down a Zealot to kill, some momentarily leaving their position only to shake their head in confusion after finishing the kill.
The Priest, however, had already abandoned his vantage point, his eyes fixed on the distant golden glow as he and his mages pressed onward.
As they drew nearer, a rich, sweet fragrance began to envelop them, thick with mana. Each breath filled their lungs with soothing energy, seeping into their bones. The Priest quickened his pace, surprised to find the area completely unguarded. He scoffed; the apelings must be so confident in their defenses that they hadn’t considered anyone might reach this far.