Chapter 1592: Reverend Madness’ new form
Chapter 1592: Reverend Madness’ new form
High above a sprawling desert, a colossal and savage battle was unfolding in brutal detail. The focal point of the battlefield was a massive fortress built into the surrounding dunes, channeling the very energy of the environment into a disciplined army of warriors from the Light Races.
Leading the Light Races was a colossal Deus Behemoth named Lucius, a silver-furred wolf-man whose bulging muscles rippled with each movement. He wielded a gigantic sword that glowed with otherworldly radiance as though it could slice straight through the very fabric of space-time.
“Keep fighting!” Lucius roared, launching a sweeping arc of sword energy that sent a group of Divine Transcendence Masters from the opposing side hurtling backward. “Burn them all! Leave no Dark Race pig standing!”
A manic laugh thundered out in response. Its source was a warrior clad in obsidian-black armor, wicked blades protruding from his gauntlets and shoulders. This was Zorcer, the Atrox faction leader who had seized command of Core Elder Karun’s forces. Channeling dark energy into his hands, he conjured two swirling vortexes of destructive power, each brimming with malevolent force.
“Futile! Your resistance is pointless,” Zorcer crowed, unleashing one vortex toward Lucius and another toward the fortress. The first vortex slammed into a leader of the Light Races’s warriors, while the second battered the barrier protecting the castle walls, weakening it considerably.
Despite the home advantage and the empowering energy towers, Lucius’s faction found themselves struggling against the brutal might of Zorcer’s soldiers. The Dark Races had brought more high-level combatants, each more ferocious than the last, and the tide of battle seemed to flow inexorably in their favor.
Yet even in the face of likely defeat, Core Elder Lucius and his forces refused to surrender. Their auras flared with renewed power, their battle cries echoing across the dunes as they clashed again with Zorcer’s warriors.
A single moment of respite was impossible in the chaos that engulfed the desert. Throughout the swirling sands, hundreds of thousands of warriors from Light and Dark Races clashed in a whirling melee of steel, magic, and raw power.
The sky itself bore witness to their fury: radiant blasts of light soared high, streaking across the heavens like falling stars, only to crash into writhing masses of dark energy that dissipated in thunderous explosions. Shockwaves rippled outward in every direction, shaking the castle’s foundations, toppling runic obelisks, and carving deep furrows into the dunes.