The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 301: Attack the Titans (2)

The Elune House was in complete uproar.

The cause was unmistakable… the return of a colossal werewolf, a living calamity poised to overrun their entire territory.

Wherever the beast passed, devastation followed. It was a walking armageddon, advancing alongside an ever-growing horde that flattened everything in its path. Like a spreading plague, the swarm doubled in size with each fallen town, making it nearly impossible to strike at the heart of the scourge.

For a time, the damage had been partially contained, if only because the Beast Titan had chosen Eshon as its first target.

The Elune House's magicians were spiritualists, mages who specialized in spirit magic. They could engage multiple beasts at once, manipulate spirits, and even fracture the mental states of lesser creatures.

But against the Beast Titan's overwhelming authority, such advantages meant little.

Day by day, more magicians fell, their numbers thinning under the relentless assault. Before long, half of Eshon's territory had been swallowed whole—and the Beast Titan showed no sign of slowing.

After briefly ravaging the first region, the horde turned its attention to the second-largest town in Eshon. Panic spread like wildfire. More than a hundred spirit mages and dozens of Solaris Knights hastily assembled to form a defensive line.

They had only days to organise—barely enough time to fortify positions before the beast tide arrived at their doorstep.

From the horizon came a terrifying sight: thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of beasts converging as one. Flying serpents darkened the sky. Coarse-furred chimpanzees charged in screaming packs. Wild stallions thundered across the plains, and among them lurked grotesque chimeras stitched together by unnatural evolution.

Each creature was as deadly as it was nightmarish.

The mages stared into the distance as wave after wave of beasts advanced. Fear crept into their hearts, and more than a few began to consider fleeing.

Then, just as despair threatened to take hold, their lifeline arrived.

"T-The Elune Lord has arrived!"

One of the magicians announced it, and the tension rippling through the defensive line suddenly shifted.

All eyes turned.

Only three figures stood there.

At first, confusion spread through the ranks.

Three reinforcements? Against a beast tide of this scale?

It bordered on absurd. But recognition struck a heartbeat later, and disbelief gave way to roaring cheers that shook the battlements.

The first was an elderly man with snow-white hair and piercing crimson eyes. His frame appeared frail, his posture slightly stooped, as though age had finally begun to claim him. Yet no one present mistook him for weak. On the contrary, the air itself seemed to recoil from his presence.

Mana surged quietly through his veins, and with each breath he took, space subtly warped around him, bending as if eager to obey.

Yugor Elune.

The former Lord of the Elune House, Yue's grandfather and one of the greatest spiritualists still alive. Alone, he was capable of halting the beast tide—though everyone there knew the price such a feat would demand. It might well cost him his life.

That was precisely why the two figures standing beside him drew the crowd into near hysteria.

How could they not?

They were the most talked-about couple of the era.

The two individuals widely acknowledged as the strongest beings currently walking the planet. Amon stood clad in his formal Solaris armour—jet black, edged with radiant gold. His physique was immaculate, honed to perfection, and his presence exuded unshakable confidence.

Broad shoulders, sharp features, and eyes tempered by countless battles made him look less like a man and more like a hero torn straight from ancient epics. Yet even the legends of old, passed down from forgotten ages, felt inadequate when compared to the figure now facing the beast tide.

And yet, even Amon, the strongest Knight alive, was not the one who commanded the most attention. That honour belonged to the woman standing at the forefront.

White hair flowed like starlight down her back, framing a face of unearthly beauty.

Clad in a sage's robe, she appeared ethereal, as though she had descended from the heavens themselves. Her ruby eyes glowed with an inscrutable brilliance, as if they could peer into the fundamental truths of existence.

Merely standing there, she compelled others to lower their gaze, an instinctive reverence taking hold before conscious thought could intervene.

No announcement was needed. Her divinity was self-evident. As she stepped forward to address them for the first time, the gathered mages and knights swallowed in unison, anticipation and awe knotting tightly in their chests.

"My brethren, you have suffered. Now, stay back and leave the rest to me."

Yue declared, nay, ordered. As the current Elune Lord, she had the right to command all of them to fight to the death. But the woman didn't do so. She simply stared at the beast tide and decided to do everything herself.

"Long live the Elune Lord!"

"Long live Mistress Yue!"

"Ah, I can't wait to see the offspring of Master Amon and Mistress Yue!"

Yue, Amon, and Yugor stood amidst the thunderous roars of the crowd, letting the wave of sound wash over them.

Of the three, it was Yue who felt it most keenly. For the first time in a long while, she stood at the centre of the gaze.

She had always remained just behind Amon, his steadfast supporter, his silent pillar, content to let him bear the weight of attention while she worked from the shadows. Praise had never been hers to claim.

But now, things were different. As the reigning Elune Lord, the acclaim was directed at her. The cheers were not borrowed, nor shared—they were hers alone.

Yue looked down upon the gathered mages and knights, her people, her responsibility. Her gaze lingered on the one who quietly yearned to see the child she would one day bring into the world. A gentle smile curved her lips as she said:

"Give the woman a thousand gold."

"I'm glad that you're in the mood for jokes."

Amon sighed and stood by her side. He wasn't interested in stealing her limelight, but his attention was purely focused on the beast surge that was rapidly approaching.

"Are you sure you want to handle this alone? If you want, I can blow them all away."

As the current being closest to the divines, Amon was more than equipped to deal with the beast horde. Many of them were weak after all, and it would probably take a few moves from his blade to execute them all. But there was no guarantee that the Beast Titan wouldn't interfere.

"No, you should save your strength for the Beast Titan that is about to follow. For now, just watch your wife dance on the battlefield."

Rising into the skies, the woman gazed down upon the advancing beast tide like a divine adjudicator passing sentence.

From her elevated vantage, the swarm below seemed insignificant—unruly, condemned.

She raised a single finger toward the heavens, and in response, the eight mana rings circling her body resonated in perfect harmony. At once, the Monarch Spirits bound to her will manifested.

Their arrival distorted the air, and the sheer pressure of their combined mana crashed down upon the battlefield like an invisible wall. The charging beasts skidded to a halt, muscles locking, instincts screaming in terror as an authority far beyond their comprehension bore down upon them.

Yue had long proven herself a peerless magician. Her spatial realm, her effortless conjuring, her seamless weaving of spells—each was a testament to her mastery.

With her command over the laws of reality, she could call down the heavens or force the earth itself to shift.

Yet at her core, Yue was something else entirely.

She was a spiritualist.

A sovereign among spirit mages, one who commanded entire legions as a general would an army. With her finger still raised, she levelled it toward the heart of the countless beasts below.

Then she spoke:

"Devour them."

The Monarch-tier spirits stirred—and then roared.

All twelve moved as one, their wills perfectly synchronised beneath Yue's command.

Yaru, the Mist Spider, descended first, its vast form dissolving into a creeping fog that swallowed the battlefield whole. Visibility vanished as venomous mist seeped into every crevice.

Anima, the Rainbow Butterfly, followed, scattering iridescent scales that lulled the beasts into endless waking dreams, trapping them in illusions from which they could not awaken.

Ceres, the Cloud Qilin, reared into the skies, calling down thunder and raging tempests. Lightning split the heavens, winds tore through the air, and flying beasts were ripped from the sky and hurled screaming into the earth below.

Vaeltrix, the Infernal Kitsune, danced amid the chaos, hellfire blooming from its many tails as entire swathes of the horde were reduced to smoldering ash.

Nyssara, the Shadow Revenant, spread her dominion next. Shadows peeled themselves from the ground, forming writhing figures that dragged beasts into suffocating pools of darkness.

Kaethon, the Stone Sentinel, slammed his fists into the earth, opening massive fissures that swallowed the trapped creatures whole within moments.

Seriune, the Tidal Mermaid, lifted her trident, and the land answered. Whirlpools tore through solid ground, tsunamis surged without warning, and beasts were drowned where they stood.

Lysara, the Void Seraph, sealed the perimeter, locking space itself and ensuring no creature could flee—not even in death.

Viridane, the Verdant Elk, rooted out every hidden foe. Vines erupted from beneath the soil, dragging burrowing beasts into the open where they were swiftly crushed.

Eirnaya, the Glacial Fenrir, charged across the battlefield with an ice-forged blade clenched in its jaws, cleaving through the horde like a silent reaper.

Vorthal, the Iron Lion, brought raw domination. Each strike was absolute, each blow erasing beasts through sheer overwhelming force.

And finally, Oristhal, the Starforged Whale, rose high above the clouds and sang. In answer, comets descended from the heavens, annihilating what little resistance remained.

The battlefield fell silent.

The spectators could only gape, unsure whether to feel awe or terror at the sheer scale of the massacre.

They had known Yue was powerful… but this transcended imagination.

If Amon was invincible in single combat, then Yue was invincible in war. There was no comparison to be made. In moments, the beast horde ceased to exist. Before the Beast Titan could even comprehend what had transpired, its army had been erased from the world.

Yue hovered calmly in the air, then turned and glanced back at Amon, a faint pride in her eyes.

Amon merely shook his head, fully aware that she had gone far beyond what was necessary. But he did not reprimand her. After all, the reason they had come to face the Beast Titan was clear from the start.

They were here to take its divinity… and claim it for Yue.