Hero of Darkness

Chapter 1319: The Crows

Only an hour had passed since the battle at the outskirts of Vale Sangaris began, and already the leader of the demonic saint vanguard had fallen to the one from the Abyss Empire.

The others, like saints from the Imperial Faction and the Senate of Republic did not even get a chance to step in while the saints from the Rakos Empire only watched from the rear as the Wolfbornes from the Cult of Darkborne had gained a decisive victory.

Drevon Blackhound’s war cry echoed across the battlefield as the united empires’ armies marched forward.

Bang!

Shoot!

Tanks shooting heavy artillery and missiles supported the vanguard Wolfbornes, and in just an hour, close to a hundred thousand demonkins were slain by the Doom Templars.

And as the attacking force’s numbers dwindled, the supporting chapters also entered the fray, letting the vanguard take a breather for once.

“What are our losses?” asked Drevon of one of his officers.

“We have lost 113 brothers as of now. Some don’t even have a corpse remaining to recover.” responded a wolfborne, who seemed to be a captain of a squad.

“They have died in the line of duty. There is nothing to be sad about. May their souls rest in eternal abyss and reincarnate into a better life.” said Drevon as he commanded the chapter to back off from the front lines.

All of his people were either exhausted or injured despite their impeccable strategy.

Because overwhelming numbers always created openings for the enemies to exploit and kill their targets.

And soon, another chapter with their chapter master took the reins.

This chapter was called Emerald Templars. Their specialty was creating a clear path for the support chapters after the vanguard had broken through the outer defense first.

As for their chapter master, he was a Lukion species saint named Wilmaar Shidan who used a spear and was a lightning elemental user. As for his rank, he was an intermediate 4th-stage saint who also had his own opponent waiting for him after Drevon took care of Omprath.

“Emerald Templars, we must not let the sacrifice of our brothers from the Wolfborne go in vain.

They have lost their own to create a way for us to break enemy formations. So let us destroy the enemies of the God of Darkness with the same commitment.” said Wilmaar Shidan as he summoned monstrous beasts and large weapons made of pure destructive lightning.

Thud!

Thud!

As soon as he relayed his orders, his troops, all of them mounting ferocious and multi-legged monsters, some of which resembled raptors and even rhinos, charged into enemy lines, shooting and stabbing into any remaining forces that came in their way.

Just like the Wolfbornes, they too had their own battle experience, their own combat style and field of expertise. But they also had their own responsibilities and unshakable resolve to exterminate their enemies.

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Meanwhile in the sky, the incessant barrage of mana bullets, missiles, and various kinds of projectiles was shot, and even ginormous ships were bombarded with cannons shooting plasma. While many of them sustained those attacks with their own in-built barriers and formations, the same could not be said about the flying vehicles and monsters that had no such protection.

Every minute, thousands of soldiers were dying on both sides, and hundreds of jet-like vehicles shooting turrets were taken down.

Their massive bodies fell like discarded debris, hitting the forces on the ground indiscriminately.

No matter how careful one was, even with protective barriers, you could not defend every single troop or a squadron from getting killed by these falling lumps of metal.

Everyone’s fate was uncertain, and you could die accidentally just for standing on the wrong spot. But such was war… unforgiving and unfair to everyone.

And finally, after the forefront of these ginormous warships was breached with constant bombardment, another chapter specializing in aerial combat intervened.

The Carmine Eagles, a chapter that used jetpacks to fly and were experts in aerial combat, now flew through the active battlefield in the sky, expertly dodging and maneuvering through volleys of artillery attacks.

Their speed was so incredible and their skills so diverse that even turret guns and homing missiles couldn’t get a clear shot, while the long-range warriors could barely hold on to their locations before shooting.

Every single warrior of this chapter carried a melee weapon, a long-range weapon, and a handgun. Their mastery of the jetpacks also helped them evade and target enemies with precision.

As for their battle formation, every single combatant had perfected their possible routes of attack so no one ran into each other during flight.

Rumble!

Swoosh!

The jetpack engine rumbled as it propelled the combatants towards battlebarges in the sky, and many warships also launched a flurry of projectiles towards them.

[We will head for the captain’s cabin in the warship; you land on the deck and destroy the flight deck.] said one of the captains as he led his battalion.

[Roger, team Bravo. Team Delta will also get rid of their cannons with detonation bombs. ETA 3 minutes.] responded another squad leader.

[Where is the general?] asked the first captain.

[He is with the chapter master. They ought to infiltrate the leader’s battlebarge and take out their crew.] replied the squad leader.

[Good. Over and out.] said the captain as he rushed through the air while evading dozens of missiles.

Meanwhile, in the strongest and biggest enemy gunship that was similarly constructed to that of a battlebarge, housing thousands of demons as its crew…

The deployment of explosives and bombs that spread the maddening chaos element through drop pods was done through a cruiser like this, while many mounted flying beasts that could breathe and fire multiple elemental attacks were also boarded on this vessel.

Woosh!

Slash!

“AARRGGHHH!!”

“Help! Invade–“

Stab!

The pilot crew of this ship was also infiltrated, and the people in charge of commanding the demonic aerial armies were also present in this very room.

But out of nowhere, some of them dropped dead as something invisible started cutting off their bodies.

And finally, a dark figure started to materialize in the middle of this large room, generally called a ‘bridge’…

“Who… who are you?!” exclaimed a green-skinned demonkin as he saw a hooded entity with black demonic wings standing quietly.

The being with glowing violet eyes and a runic pattern in the middle of his responded in a cold tone…

“I am the Phantom of Death.”