Hero of Darkness

Chapter 1317: The Armadillo

The drums of war had rung… and there would be no delay before the massacre that was about to happen.

Shoot!

Bang!

The aerial barrage started from both sides, and the ground forces also engaged in a deathmatch.

Step!

Thud!

The Wolfbornes marched; each one of their fighters maintained a 100-meter gap with their fellow combatants and unleashed their own attack skills.

Those with swords launched their elemental skills that covered at least 200 meters of range, and the templar alongside them used a complementary skill that either made up for the lack of damage or range and instead fortified their attacks and made up for any other shortcomings.

Every platoon had 100 warriors, and Semi-Saints were leading the front with their large AoE as well as linear destructive attacks that would soon create an opening where their fellow Wolfborne would attack next.

This way, they created an inescapable net where the incoming enemies would get slaughtered like sheep without even having a chance to fight back. Every single templar was placed with a purpose… to annihilate the enemy army.

As for those who survived the attacks from the long-range skills, they were met with a volley of bullets made of mana, hitting them in precise vital organs without offering them a chance to retaliate.

“Do not offer them a chance to break our formation!” shouted a wolfborne as he cleaved a demonkin soldier with his sword covered in red aura.

Shoot!

A bipedal monster jumped over his head but was shot down by the fellow wolfborne behind him.

BANG!

A flicker passed by as the fellow brother with a large shield rammed himself into two demonkin, shattering their bodies with the aura he covered the shield with.

Soon, dozens of thorny shields, all made with his own mana, appeared around him and bashed into incoming demonkin monsters.

Shoot!

Bang!

Those who survived the bash attack were quickly shot and finished off by another combatant with a magic rifle, as he also used his knife to cut the throats of any survivors by controlling it in the air as if the knife itself was alive.

“I soar in the name of the God of Darkness and our Cult Leader.

Those who deserve punishment shall be judged.” said a wolfborne, fully armored, as he jumped at least 5 meters high in the air and charged his attack with electricity.

The weapon in his hand was a giant warhammer, and as soon as he was done…

BOOM!!

He lunged towards a group of demons and bashed his warhammer into the ground; the lightning on his hammer erupted, instantly killing the demons as well as creating a 10-meter-wide pit from the impact.

From the side, another warrior with a battleaxe stormed into the enemy lines as he whirled his weapon, creating a massive wave of mana that cut through the enemies in circular motion; all of them were cleared off in mere seconds.

Semi-Saints were always a powerhouse below the Saints and often took decades of combat experience and resources to create. But whenever they showed up on the battlefield, they would prove their worth in just a couple of minutes.

And the Wolfborne had more than 130 of them, leading the vanguard on several sides in a tight formation as they acted as a cavalry that broke their enemies’ battle formations and destroyed their defenses.

What started as a display of skill was actually a core strategy to advance into enemy lines and destroy them from within.

‘It is time, brothers!” shouted one of the rearguard sergeants who spoke through a loudspeaker-like artifact.

BOOM!!

Hundreds of auras instantly erupted as soon as they heard the command.

“AAWWWOOOO!!!”

The howls of ferocious beasts echoed in the battlefield as the army of demons stopped momentarily.

They were already losing too many of their soldiers because, despite their chaos elemental auras and enhanced bodies, the legion facing them remained unaffected and meticulously killed their vanguard soldiers with a tight formation.

But as the howls of the opponents resounded in the battlefield… their own charge almost halted.

“GRRR!!!!”

Gruntling noises filled the atmosphere as the wolfbornes soon started their transformation into their beastly forms.

Creak!

Rumble!

Their bodies now grew almost two times larger, and most now stood 4 to 5 meters tall, their arms and legs growing claws and paws as their heads turned into those of a majestic wolf.

But at the same time, their armors and weapons also underwent a sort of fusion and grew to fit into their new appearance, creating new padded areas to cover their vital spots.

The weapons almost changed into a different mode, the blades and hilts growing larger and longer, and their respective auras also becoming 2 to 3 times denser.

“Come here, heathens. You shall be eradicated to cleanse these lands from heresy!”

AWOOO!!

The howls continued as the Wolfbornes frantically attacked the demonic army.

BOOM!!

Crack!

This time, the intensity and force behind those attacks were much fiercer and covered more areas.

The opponents who could at least defend themselves before now couldn’t even sustain a single hit.

As their weapons clashed against those of the wolfbornes, they instantly started breaking apart, many shattering before the wielder could even understand what happened.

And just in that moment of confusion…

RIP!

Chomp!

The wolfbornes ripped off their heads, chomping them off with their bestial maws, instantly killing the opponents on the spot.

As blood filled their mouths, the murderous killing intent in their eyes only grew stronger.

ROARR!!

Some of them started using their roaring skills, creating a subterfuge from the sonic attacks that put the enemies in a bewildered trance, shaking off their battle instincts and making them stand like lifeless dolls for a few seconds.

Stab!

Slash!

Chomp!

One after another, the wolfborne proceeded to butcher their enemies regardless of their numbers and allowed others to take their place after their skills had entered a cooldown.

This way, they used their destructive force and unique abilities smartly and avoided falling to the enemy soldiers due to exhaustion.

And all of this… was just the beginning.

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Meanwhile, in the sky… Drevon Blackhound and Omprath had also prepared themselves for a full-scale battle.

Neither of them had a domain, so it was going to be a match of pure skills and experience.

“Face me, demon!” shouted the chapter master as he pointed towards the enemy.

AWOOO!!

The ice wolves howled, their eyes glimmering red.

Woosh!

Woosh!

The ice elemental wolves charged towards the chaos elemental demonic creatures made by Omprath.

Bang!

BOOM!

RUMBLE!

The sky was now filled with shockwaves from the collision of these massive creatures made of world energy.

Crackle!

Shatter!

The dark clouds filled with lightning also struck at the wolves, killing some of them instantly.

As for the chaos elemental demonic creatures, their numbers were far greater, but in terms of size, they were like a teenager standing in front of a giant from the myth.

RAWRR!!

The wolves started mowing down the array of demonic summons, their thorny bodies breaking apart with a single swing of the claw.

Chomp!

The wolves would also take a big bite out of the creatures with their sharp fangs and kill the target instantly.

Drevon Blackhound also raised his battleaxe in the air and started preparing for his own skills.

Soon, a ginormous replica of his battleaxe appeared in the sky, made of permafrost.

The size itself was up to 800 meters long, and the chilling aura emanated by the battleaxe dropped the atmospheric temperature in a dozen seconds.

Soon, the entire battlefield reached -10 degree celsius temperature as the storm summoned by the chapter master also started expanding.

The change in the atmosphere would soon cover the entire isolated battlefield and give him a terrain advantage as time passed by.

Omprath on the other end had an incredulous countenance.

His advantage was the chaos element in many battles that he had led against the armies of the four empires in the past.

Although this was his first time leading the army on this front, he had a record of always either pushing off the attackers or creating a stalemate.

Even his lord, one of the 12 Rakshasas, tasked him with leading the vanguard only to halt the enemies on the front as his allies in the middle and the rear prepared for their own attacks.

But now… the opponent he faced had nullified the effects of the chaos element, and even the summoned wolves were incredibly resilient.

His gaze then focused on the massive battleaxe Drevon had just summoned.

[I am a Summoner Sorcerer… I don’t have many physical defensive skills other than my own body.

If I get hit with something like that… it could be dangerous, even to me.] thought the demonkin leader as he cast several magic formations.

Swing!

The giant battleaxe, filled with crystalline destruction and unstoppable power… launched itself in Omprath’s direction.

Just as it reached halfway…

“Salek Evtuan Morkalis Tweyran!”

The sorcerer saint summoned 4 towering, different kinds of protective barriers, instantly creating an unbreakable wall in front of him while offering him complete protection from the incoming onslaught.

BOOM!!

CRACK!!

SHATTER!!

The impact from their respective attacks shook the 20-kilometer perimeter as multiple loud noises from their face-off resounded in the atmosphere.

The clouds arising from the frosted battleaxes finally subsided, and the result of the clash was laid bare in front of both parties…

“Impossible!” said Omprath as he watched with a haggard face.

All four layers of his protective shields were destroyed, shattered to dust. And his opponent only used a single attack.

Drevon, on the other side of the battlefield, revealed a sinister smile…

“Now… another one!”