Chapter 652: Converging Battlefield
CH652 Converging Battlefield
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Boom!
The golden divine dragon exploded directly in the centre of the Lost Heathens’ defensive line.
Everything within five tres of the epicentre was instantly disintegrated, while a searing wave of heat scorched everything within the next ten. Beyond that, the blast radius extended another twenty tres, leaving devastation in its wake.
’Interesting... so shaping the spell into an animate form ensured that more of its energy was directed towards its primary purpose, with less wasted as excess output like sound or unstable dispersion,’ Alex mused inwardly.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
’However...’
"It’s a little weaker than I expected, considering all that flair," Zora remarked.
Alex silently agreed.
The spell had certainly looked far more spectacular than the actual destruction it produced. Then again, the devastation at the epicentre had been undeniably severe, so it was not as though the result was disappointing.
"In its defence, it was still only a Grade Five spell despite its appearance. It also wasn’t a Special Warfare variant. I rely condensed a much larger volu of mana into it," Alex explained.
At the end of the day, whether it was Pangean or Verdantian-style spellcasting, both systems reflected the magical paradigms of their respective worlds—each with their own strengths and weaknesses.
For Alex, who could utilise both, it had beco less a matter of limitation, and more one of preference and practical utility.
His gaze shifted suddenly to the mbers of the Fortuna Company behind him.
"What are you all waiting for? Go. Finish them off," he said in a calm, almost chilled tone.
The sheer spectacle of the spell had montarily stunned the Fortuna Company, leaving them slow to capitalise on the opening.
Alex’s words snapped them back to reality. Without hesitation, they rushed forward to press the advantage.
Alex shook his head slightly as they charged towards the shattered defensive line, using the thick cloud of smoke as natural cover.
He then turned to his wives.
"I’ll go deal with that sorcerer," he said.
The won nodded.
Zora cast a brief glance towards Udara, and the Shadow Dancer gave a subtle nod of understanding in return.
Alex noticed the exchange but chose not to comnt. It was going to happen regardless.
Instead, he looked at Zora.
"I’ll leave them to you."
"Go," Zora replied. "I’ll keep them safe. Don’t worry."
Alex gave a small nod.
Then he turned to Udara.
"Keep up."
[Abyssal Conqueror’s Step: Third Step — Wraith’s Crossing]!
His figure vanished in a flash of lightning as he shot forward, dashing straight towards what remained of the Lost Heathens’ defensive line.
Udara also vanished into the shadows, leaving only Eleanore, Zora, and Sugud behind—none of whom intended to personally join the assault on the Lost Heathens.
The [Scorching Divine Dragon] had destroyed —or at the very least blasted apart— most of the defensive structures across the front and middle sections of the Lost Heathens’ formation.
The explosion had shaken them to their core.
"Ah! My leg!"
"My arm!"
"My eyes!"
Many of those fortunate enough to survive the blast across the front and mid-line had not escaped without severe injuries.
They were still trying to process what had happened when the ’devils’ of the Fortuna Company descended upon them.
One man had only just managed to drag himself free from beneath a pile of rubble when he heard heavy, thunderous footsteps rushing towards him.
The dust parted suddenly, and he saw a hulking figure charging straight at him—a massive barbarian covered in exotic tribal markings.
Boom!
Before he could even reach for the spear that had been flung aside by the explosion, the giant drove a punch downward, smashing the man’s head into the ground with such force that his skull shattered instantly, blood and brain matter mixing with the dirt beneath him.
Not far away, a group of Lost Heathens struggled back to their feet, desperately trying to reform their broken defensive line.
Then, without warning, a thin, lazy-looking swordsman appeared in the middle of them.
Click.
Before anyone could react, that soft tallic sound echoed through the chaos.
In the very next mont, their heads slid cleanly from their shoulders, rolling silently across the bloodstained ground.
On the opposite side of the smoke-filled battlefield, the archer line hastily regrouped. Fortunately for them, they had been positioned so distance away from the centre of the explosion, and multiple structures had absorbed much of the blast force before it reached them.
Their ears were bleeding, their senses still ringing—but they could not afford to stop. The battlefield would not allow it.
They scrambled to return fire on the advancing attackers when they heard a maniacal, savage laughter rushing towards them.
They turned and saw what looked like a living beast of war—a massive man with vivid orange tiger prints charging directly at them, twin axes gripped in his hands.
In panic, they loosed a volley of arrows.
Kavakan simply laughed louder.
He leapt into the air, avoiding every arrow as though they were nothing to him.
Boom!
Then he ca crashing down directly into the centre of the archer line.
Spinning on his heels, his twin axes transford into a deadly vortex of steel, cleaving through everything in their path.
Further within the Lost Heathens’ backline —at the very entrance of the main building itself— the force of the explosion could still be felt. However, by the ti it reached this far, it caused little actual damage.
The guards stationed there ford the final defensive line protecting whatever lay inside the structure.
They were organised in clustered squads, positioned both inside and around the building.
A female silhouette suddenly appeared within an alleyway overlooking the structure, observing the guards with an impassive gaze.
Her eyes locked onto one of the guards—a leader who was actively organising retreating hostiles from the mid-line, attempting to reinforce the building’s defences.
Without hesitation, she raised her weapon and fired.
Thwack!
Thud.
A strange sound cut through the battlefield, and before anyone fully understood what had happened, their leader collapsed to the ground—dead, a bolt buried cleanly through his head.
By the ti the surrounding guards reacted, the female silhouette had already vanished.
Soon, the sa scene repeated itself across the building. Guard leaders positioned around and atop the structure were systematically assassinated by the sa unseen hunter.
The entire defensive force was thrown into imdiate disarray.
No one even remotely close to leadership rank dared expose themselves any longer.
That decision, while understandable, only weakened the backline’s already fragile defensive structure even further.
Across the battlefield, the Fortuna Company continued driving the fight directly into the Lost Heathens.
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