Chapter 200: Battle of Eastern Maegrath (3)

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The human race’s advantage seemed to be nothing but a fleeting illusion the moment the Fell Beasts reached their ranks. The mindless creations, who were getting ruthlessly massacred earlier, didn’t look so pitiful now, as their maws and claws tore the smaller warriors of the more sentient race to pieces. The Imperial Wizard Army’s morale began to take a hit as their defensive lines were shaken. There was truly no other way to hold the line, except for scrap with the beasts in a chaotic battlefield, was there? Humans simply weren’t physically capable of such feats. Holding tall shields and standing in a neat formation? Those outdated tactics wouldn’t even hold for a single second. In the world of Arcovar, mana was king. Arcane Beasts, whose bodies were nourished and strengthened by mana for simply existing, were far stronger than mere humans. They were quite fortunate that the gods gave them a path of survival: wizardry. Their bodies wouldn’t be able to contend, but their spells can, and it was their lifeline in this merciless world, along with their wisdom and wits. It was every race and creature for itself, and this was the human race’s way of surviving. Unfortunately, the Fellkin, a race with all the blessings they had and more, existed, threatening their survival. How could humans even contend against such raw talent and instinctual domination? Perhaps, the only thing they were better at than the fell race was compassion toward their kind. At the very least, they don’t take the lives of their subordinates for merely being ten seconds late when summoned, and at most, would reprimand them for being so. But in an unfair world, much like every other, would compassion truly be the key to survival? Only fate holds the answers. ...The battle continued raging, and the number of Fell Beasts continued decreasing with every command from an Imperial Army Officer. "Fire!!" the stern men roared at the top of their lungs. The beasts, however, weren’t to be outdone. Although their lines were chaotic, their ferocity more than made up for their uncoordinated attacks. Meanwhile, atop the uplands of Parralen Valley... "B-Boss Hal! We need to retreat to the lines! There are too many of them!!" Yhohan finally couldn’t resist, her heart racing at the sight of dozens of beasts closing in on them. It was harder to hit those scaling the natural cliffs. Furthermore, unlike the ones in the main body of the horde, the climbers were scattered, making it far more unsatisfying to take them down. One spell for ten kills or one spell for one kill? It was obvious that the former was better than the latter, and this resulted in a few members of the Chaos Platoon choosing to attack the main body instead. Hal, for one, was among those attacking the horde instead of the cliff scalers. He would obtain more Chaos Points that way, after all. Hal’s mind was currently nowhere near the word rational, and Yhohan’s timid nature helped the platoon this time around, snapping Hal out of his trance. Chaos Points... That was the way he saw the seemingly endless tide of beasts. Fortunately, Yhohan called out, granting him a brief moment of clarity. Hal glanced down and frowned. A few beasts were closing in on them, and while the nearest ones were merely of the C-ranked, there were an A-ranked and a few B-ranked beginning their climb. Those creatures, especially if allowed to work together with the weaker ones, would be way out of the Chaos Platoon’s league. "Everyone, focus on the ones scaling the walls! Hold the position for me while I reduce the main horde’s numbers! Hao, I grant you permission to call the retreat!" Hal instructed, forcing his subordinates to attack the scalers while he continued to earn Chaos Points. It was a selfish order, but sometimes, it was better to be selfish, especially if the one being so was confident that he would be able to carry the race’s survival on his shoulders. Plus, he could kill the Fell Beasts far faster than his subordinates ever could. He had access to a wide arsenal of destructive spells that he could cast with a mere flick of his fingers, after all. It would be far more efficient for him to do it. Hal knew that he wouldn’t be able to maintain a rational mind, so he gave the important job of calling the retreat to the one who could. Hao was the only one he could trust in this situation. So, for a few more minutes, the maestro was granted the freedom to wave his arms and hands, continuing to lead his ensemble in performing the chilling symphony of death. [Congratulations! You’ve earned 150 Chaos Points!] [Congratulations!...] And it seemed as though Hal could continue for a bit longer than expected, based on how Rocky and his squadron were cleverly taking care of the scalers, pushing them off the cliff with Earthen Pillars and Earthen Walls. To make things better, the Fire Platoon’s leader, Ennya Kasai, was eliminating dozens with every single massive Fireball and towering Flame Tornadoes. If it wasn’t for her having a relatively slower cast time and a limited mana pool, the fell race would be forced to move earlier than they planned to. Nonetheless, although their leaders in the southeastern battlefield were out of sight, the bastards were growing restless. They certainly weren’t happy about the current situation... Two more seconds later, the Fellkin with a deep-purple skin and long, straight horns finally couldn’t bear to watch. "Yisu," the fell leader called out to the female Fellkin beside him. "Yes, Lord Khatu?" responded Yisu with a bow. "Tell Sagra and his cohort to eliminate Hal Fennec’s squadron. I will not tolerate another failure. Eliminate the young human as quickly and efficiently as possible. As for Bora’s cohort, they will be responsible for taking out Ennya Kasai. I want the Magna Prospects dead in ten minutes." "Understood, Lord Khatu." The next moment, Yisu vanished into the shadows.

Chapter 200: Battle of Eastern Maegrath (3)

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