The entire army was shocked by the fearso presence of these Leviathan Lords, but things were far from over. The earth itself began to shatter, cracking open with thunderous force. Within monts, every soldier present saw an enormous, serpentine abomination erge—a being of pure nightmare.
This creature’s massive body extended for over three hundred and fifty ters, its colossal form looming with an imnsity that defied understanding. All of it was covered in dark, chitinous scales, layered and ridged with sharp, jagged textures that glead malevolently under the muted light. Its body coiled in an overwhelming display of size and strength, each curve of its serpentine form radiating lethal potential. It filled the space like an unstoppable force, a living mountain of ruthless intent.
Its head was monstrous and predatory, a terrifying blend of draconic, octopus, and Leviathan features. Rows of jagged, needle-sharp teeth, each one glowing with an inner fiery red light, lined its maw. Its mouth hung open in a feral snarl that seed to devour the very air itself. Above that terrible maw, multiple glowing red eyes pierced through the darkness, radiating malice and primal, cunning intelligence. Curved horns extended backward, resembling blades, adding even more nace to its silhouette. It was a monstrosity that dwarfed imagination, and its aura radiated pure chaos and destruction.
Upon seeing these two massive entities—the Manticore Leviathan Lord and now this Kraken-like Leviathan Lord—both of which seed beyond mortal comprehension, even the most highly trained soldiers could not help but tremble. The soldiers saw no path to victory against such monsters. How could ordinary warriors challenge abominations that incarnated the hive mind’s darkest nightmares? Luckily for them, this was not their duty.
"Form of Greed!" Ouroboros shouted, his voice reverberating across the torn battlefield. Without hesitation, he unleashed his Depravita Racial Ability. His body morphed, contorting and reshaping itself into a demonic wolf of colossal proportions. He grew larger and larger, reaching thirty-five ters in height. His entire body beca covered in a draconic shell, a protective exoskeleton that lded demonically inspired armor with chitinous plates. Demonic fire erged from his maws, exhaling searing, venomous energy.
Form of Greed allowed Ouroboros to assu a shape forged from the most fearso physical characteristics of the enemies he had consud in the past. Now, he stood as a hybrid terror: part wolf, part Leviathan, part demon, and all fury.
Without fear or hesitation, Ouroboros dashed toward the Manticore Leviathan Lord. His speed defied the expectations of anyone who watched. He moved like a streak of black energy, a blur of destructive intent. He would engage this monstrous foe head-on, taking the fight into the sky, where their clash would not endanger the human forces below.
"ROOOOAARRRRR."
"RAAAHHHHH."
The Manticore Leviathan Lord and the Depravita of Gluttony howled as they lunged toward each other. When they collided, the shockwave generated was so massive that it reached the ground below, flattening thousands of Leviathan drones in the area. Those weaker creatures, caught in the radius of their lords’ clash, were crushed under the overwhelming pressure, their bodies snapping like twigs. Yet, neither the Leviathan Lord nor the Depravita cared about these lesser beings. Their focus was on each other, trying to tear flesh and spill blood as their figures rose higher and higher.
anwhile, Jormungandr had no luxury to watch Ouroboros’ duel. He faced his own dire situation against the Kraken Leviathan Lord. This serpentine abomination was so massive that it could not lift its bulk into the air, but it did not need flight to be an existential threat. If left unchecked, it would lay waste to the entire human army, crushing them under its colossal coils or devouring them with its horrifying maw.
"Soul of Gluttony!" Jormungandr shouted as his small body burst into a dark fog. This fog consud waves upon waves of ambient energy from the sky, sucking it in greedily before bursting with lightning and fire. In a matter of seconds, this energy compressed into a form three hundred ters long.
"World Snake!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. Then, with killing intent burning in his eyes, he dove toward the Kraken Leviathan Lord, his jaws opening wide. A furious ocean of fire and lightning erupted from his mouth, washing over the Leviathan Lord’s enormous body. The destructive energies spread beyond their intended target, spilling into the swarm and killing tens of thousands of drones in an instant. The battlefield below beca a scene of utter devastation.
However, before Jormungandr could relish any advantage, massive tentacle-like whips erged from the upper part of the Kraken Leviathan Lord’s body. They lashed out with frightening speed, coiling around Jormungandr and dragging him down. These tentacles were the Kraken Leviathan Lord’s trump card against airborne or elusive enemies. They bound the World Snake, pulling him inexorably toward the creature’s enormous maw.
Jormungandr’s eyes widened as he felt himself being dragged closer to the Leviathan Lord’s gaping mouth. Panic threatened, but he refused to give in. His massive tail, still free, moved with shocking speed, slamming into the Leviathan Lord’s jaws. The impact was enough to shut them before they could clamp down on his neck. The Kraken Leviathan Lord’s jaw trembled under this colossal blow, but its onslaught did not cease.
With a brutal lunge, it slamd its head into the World Snake’s flank. A massive, jagged horn pierced Jormungandr’s flaming scales, drawing forth a scream of agony.
"AHHHHHH!"
Streams of lightning and fire erupted from the wound, hissing as they t the Leviathan Lord’s tough hide. Despite the pain, Jormungandr clenched his jaws and twisted his serpentine body, pulling free from the horn’s grasp. He encircled the Leviathan Lord, releasing wave after wave of lightning and fire. These scorching energies charred the abomination’s colossal form, leaving blackened chitin and cracked scales in their wake.
The human forces who bore witness to these battles were stunned into montary silence. They saw a clash ripped from the pages of ancient myth: a massive Manticore Leviathan Lord battling a demonic wolf in the heavens, their strikes generating thunderous roars. At the sa ti, two colossal serpent-like beings thrashed at the earth, shattering ground and toppling mountains with each furious exchange. The scale and intensity of this conflict were almost beyond comprehension.
Finally, a voice rang out among the human forces. It was a voice that carried unwavering resolve, a clarion call that cut through the chaos of roaring beasts and shattering earth.
"Charge!"
Freya’s voice resounded with strength and conviction. At that instant, a pillar of pure, glorious light burst from her figure as she channeled her energy. This radiance was like a beacon in the gloom of war, guiding and inspiring the
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