Chapter 282: Battlefield – Crimson Valley Outskirts
The ground was fire, the skies were blood, and the Legion of the Tyrant marched like a living storm.
At the front, a gigantic hydra, all nine heads hissing with venom and flame, roared and led the charge.
Yet they were not unopposed.
From the mountains, with antlers aglow and hooves shattering stone, the Verdant Hollowstag charged forward. Each stomp of his legs sprouted thorned roots that entangled dozens of enemies, vines tightening like chains.
With him came the Seraph-Lynx, a blur of white and silver, slashing through the enemy ranks like a comet. Her twin tails lashed with divine energy, slicing through shadows, each kill leaving a shimmer of light in her wake.
"Scatter them!" her psychic growl echoed to the others.
High above, Cindervyra, the fire hawk, screamed and unleashed a torrent of solar flame, reducing entire wings of the Tyrant's flying beasts into falling ashes.
Below, the Ironboar Alpha stomped through the enemy front lines, flinging monsters left and right with his tusks of plated steel.
All around, Owen's beasts roared and fought with coordinated precision.
They were more than animals.
They were his pack. His family.