Chapter 177 The General's might

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The impact was fatal but not enough. A sound like reality itself being torn apart rang out across the battlefield. The attack connected, and where it struck, transformed soldiers fell. But unlike normal combatants, these enhanced warriors showed unprecedented resilience. Those not completely destroyed by the initial strike continued their advance, their wounds seeming to affect them far less than they should. Jolthar's next attack required everything he had. His muscles strained with effort as he channelled more power than he had ever attempted before. The sword in his hands became a conduit for pure destructive force. Each swing required his full strength, the enhanced durability of his opponents demanding nothing less than his absolute maximum effort. Each of his swings landed with devastating impact, but he could only cut a single one at a time. If his attack was divided, it wasn't effective on those brutes. He struck them one by one, and it was starting to hinder his movements as others pushed him, and one such attack of the brutes connected and landed on his left flank and sent him flying towards a building that he crashed into. Cleora, who was looking at Remin, from the time he came, noticed his every move. General Remin observed this display with calculating eyes. As the transformed soldiers began to move in his direction, he remained unperturbed. With a casual gesture that belied the gravity of the situation, he turned to his mage. "Wymar, deal with those pests." - "Do not let any of them escape. Not one single one of them, do you understand?" Wymar said, his voice rang throughout the square. The elite cavalry unit responded immediately, their armour glinting as they manoeuvred to the rear of the enemy formation. The tactical repositioning created a devastating crossfire, with the transformed soldiers caught between hammer and anvil. Remin continued his deadly dance through the battlefield, each stroke of his blade ending another corrupted life. Wymar appeared beside him in a flash of movement, concern evident in his voice. "My lord, how about you stay behind? We will take care of them." "Wymar," Remin's voice was heavy with authority, "whatever these people have turned into, don't let a single one live. Something is deeply wrong with them." He paused, considering the implications of what they'd witnessed. "Burn the bodies after they fall. We can't risk this corruption spreading." Wymar bowed his head slightly, "Yes, my lord." Remin's attention was drawn to Jolthar, who found himself increasingly surrounded by the transformed soldiers. "Kid, you should fall back!" he called out, but it was clear that Jolthar had no avenue of retreat as more enemies swarmed around him. With one fluid motion, Remin swung his sword in a wide arc, clearing a path through the press of bodies. Jolthar shot him a look of doubt as he retreated. For some reason, he felt like it was a warning to him. So he created a distance between those men and himself. Soon he understood why. The time had come to end this madness. Remin raised his sword skyward, and a column of dark green light erupted from the blade, piercing the clouds above. A single beam of energy shot straight upwards, illuminating the entire area in green light. Then the energy coalesced and multiplied, forming hundreds of ethereal swords that hung in the air like deadly stars.

Chapter 177 The General's might

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