The Monster King's Legacy

Chapter 209: Battle Ground 2

The battle went on, both sides giving it their all, though for the undead didn't seem to slow or falter for even a moment. More than anything, their coordination was unsettling once they reached land.

Because of this, the battlefield roared with the sounds of combat as the undead tide continued its relentless advance.

However, the aliied forces did not relent in their attacks.

A wave of human warriors charged forward, their movements precise and synchronized amidst the chaos. The ground trembled under their boots as they collided with the undead ranks, their weapons cleaving through flesh and bone.

Wielding all types of weapons, they alone, were efficient.

One warrior, a towering figure wielding a massive war hammer, swung his weapon with such force that it shattered the ground beneath his enemies, he then followed that attack with a continuous spinning strike while moving deeper into enemy horde, obliterating them with brute force.

Another swordsman darted through the enemy ranks, his blade glowing with a faint blue light. With each swing, his strikes cut through multiple undead at once, sending forth a blade energy that would cut several more before disappearing. There were a lot such talented indivisduals, and that was when Lance recognized a familiar figure.

It was Cervic whom he had not seen ever since he saved them during the demon invasion. He looked just as skilled and powerful as ever, he alone bringing the force of an thousand man army with him.

That aside, Lance was surprised he had not seen any of the god-blessed that troubled him not long ago. Apparently, even the leaders of the various races had no idea. It was baffling is nothing else, after all, they had also missed the demon lord invasion which was just as crucial as what they faced now.

Not reading too much into it for the meantime, Lance focused on what was before him.

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The human mages unleashed their power, weaving intricate spells that rained destruction upon the undead, focusing on long range battle rather than close quarters.

The humans pushed forward with calculated efficiency, their mages and warriors working in perfect harmony.

Commander Leona Veylan, led a smaller contingent of knights on the left flank, her voice steady as she issued commands. "Keep moving! Don't let them regroup!" Her blade, enchanted with runes, cut through whatever undead she came across like fine paper-cuts that can split bodies in half, leaving a faint glow in the air with every strike.

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From a vantage point overlooking the battlefield, the major leaders of the different races stood together, observing the unfolding chaos.

Lance's eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in every movement. "The humans are impressive," he remarked, his tone neutral but thoughtful.

Throrin grunted, his arms crossed over his chest. "Aye, but their arrogance could cost them if they're not careful." He had returned to where the main leaders were now.

Aelyndra glanced at Lance. "Do we step in now?"

"Not yet," Lance replied, his expression calm but calculating. "Let them hold the front for now. We'll strike when the time is right, dealing the strongest blow that will cripple them."

The wyvern king, perched nearby, growled softly. "Let us hope their valor does not blind them. This battle is far from over."

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On the battlefield, the humans continued their relentless advance.

However, the undead showed no signs of slowing. Reinforcements poured in from the warships, their ranks replenishing as quickly as they fell. The humans held their ground, but the tide of battle remained precariously balanced.

The dwarves, clad in their signature heavy armor, advanced in tightly knit formations. Their enchanted weapons glowed faintly in the dim battlefield light.

The dwarves wielded a variety of enchanted weapons; Axes that blazed with fire, igniting entire clusters of enemies with every swing, hammers imbued with frost, freezing undead zombies and shattering them apart, swords that extended and enlarged, cleaving through multiple enemies at once with each strike.

Behind the dwarven fighters, the elves supported with grace and fury, their forces operating in near-perfect harmony.

From the earth below, massive roots erupted through the effort of multiple mages, tearing through the undead ranks like living battering rams. These roots whipped through the air, clearing wide paths of the battlefield, while elven archers, perched on elevated positions, raining down death with unnerving precision. Their arrows, tipped with magical enchantments, exploded on impact or carried other forms of magic, all destructive.

Simultaneously, as the battlefield echoed with sounds of destruction, the roar of magic, and even the unyielding march of the undead, the monster kingdom's forces moved with terrifying courage, their ranks embodying both strategy and raw power.

Rusak stood at the forefront, his commanding gaze sweeping across the battlefield. His troops, a blend of diverse yet complementary races, unleashed the full might of their kingdom.

"Show them why the monster kingdom stands unmatched!" He said, more to himself.

The demons drew attention from allies as they did their part, unleashing their devastating magic, their spells transforming the battlefield into a landscape of fire and shadow. For the most part, the mages of each race had chosen destructive type magic like fire and explosions, so there wasn't too much difference.

Even then, not all demons relied on magic, and those ones too drew quite the attention.

The demons aside, another group that drew attention was an elite unit led by Rynne. Clad in solid and light armor forged by Kaeli, the elite troops advanced in perfect formation.

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Finally and unsuspected, the god-blessed individuals who had caused Lance troubles last time appeared. They appeared as though they planned it, appearing at the same time. The only one missing was the mysterious one.

The combined might of the elite troops and the god-blessed created a wave of destruction that pushed the undead forces back. Thousands of enemies fell beneath their onslaught, their ranks unable to withstand the sheer power arrayed against them.

As the undead forces faltered under the combined might of the allied army, the allied armies surged forward to exploit the opening. The battlefield was littered with the remains of shattered bodies and charred bones, a testament to the sheer destruction wrought by the combined forces.