Chapitre 98: Chapter 91: Armageddon IV
As the battlefield erupted into chaos, Antares, the proud ruler of the Berserk Dragons, surveyed the scene with a wicked gleam in his eyes. His massive form loomed over the battlefield, his scales gleaming in the sunlight as he prepared to lead his formidable army into battle.
With a thunderous roar, Antares signaled to his fellow dragons, their eyes ablaze with the fire of battle as they soared into the fray. Behind them, a legion of Berserk Dragons followed, their claws and teeth bared in anticipation of the bloodshed to come.
As the opposing army of humans, demi-humans, and dragons approached, Antares's lips curled into a cruel smirk, his arrogance fueling his confidence in the face of overwhelming odds. "So, you dare to challenge the might of the Berserk Dragons?" he taunted, his voice carrying across the battlefield like a thunderclap. "You are nothing but ants before us, insects to be crushed beneath our claws."
The humans and demi-humans braced themselves for the onslaught, their faces grim and determined as they prepared to defend against the dragon horde. Arrows flew through the air, swords clashed against scales, and spells crackled with arcane energy as the two sides collided in a whirlwind of violence and chaos.
Antares unleashed a deafening roar as he descended upon the enemy ranks, his massive claws slashing through flesh and bone with devastating force. The Berserk Dragons followed suit, their ferocity unmatched as they tore through the opposing forces with ruthless efficiency.
The battlefield became a scene of carnage and destruction, blood soaking the ground as the bodies of fallen warriors littered the battlefield. Antares reveled in the chaos, his pride swelling with each enemy vanquished beneath his might.
"Pathetic fools," Antares sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he surveyed the devastation wrought by his army. "You thought to challenge the might of the Berserk Dragons, but you were nothing but prey awaiting slaughter. This is your fate, to be crushed beneath the heel of true power."
As Antares and his Berserk Dragons wreaked havoc upon the battlefield, the air was filled with the sickening scent of blood and the anguished cries of the wounded. Dragons clashed with humans and demi-humans alike, their claws tearing through flesh and bone with savage brutality.
Amidst the chaos, a group of courageous dragons from the opposing side rose to meet the challenge, their scales shimmering with defiance as they prepared to face the onslaught of the Berserk Dragons. With roars of defiance, they launched themselves into the fray, their jaws snapping and talons slashing in a desperate bid to hold back the tide of destruction.
But Antares was undeterred, his ferocity unmatched as he lunged forward, his massive form cutting a swath through the enemy ranks. With each swing of his claws, he left a trail of carnage in his wake, his eyes ablaze with the thrill of battle.
"Feel the wrath!" Antares bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder. "You stand no chance against our might!"
The opposing dragons fought valiantly, their determination shining through even in the face of overwhelming odds. They clashed with the Berserk Dragons, their bodies slamming together with bone-jarring force as they struggled to gain the upper hand.
Blood sprayed through the air as claws and teeth clashed, the ground slick with gore as the battle raged on. Limbs were torn asunder, scales shredded, and cries of pain and rage filled the air as the dragons fought with all their strength and fury.
But for every foe they struck down, two more seemed to take their place, the relentless onslaught of the Berserk Dragons proving too much to bear.
The opposing dragons fought with valor and determination, refusing to yield even as their numbers dwindled and their comrades fell around them. With each clash of claws and clash of scales, they pushed themselves to their limits, drawing upon every ounce of strength and skill they possessed.
But despite their bravery, they were no match for the sheer ferocity and power of Antares and his Berserk Dragons. With every swing of his massive claws, Antares cut down his enemies with ruthless efficiency, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.
As the battle raged on, the cries of the wounded mingled with the roars of the dragons, creating a cacophony of sound that echoed across the battlefield. Blood-soaked earth churned beneath their feet as they fought tooth and claw for supremacy, each moment bringing them closer to the brink of exhaustion.
Yet even in the face of overwhelming odds, the opposing dragons refused to surrender. With their backs against the wall, they fought on with a fierce determination born of desperation, unwilling to give up the fight until their last breath had been drawn.
But as the tide of battle turned decisively in Antares's favor, it became increasingly clear that their efforts were in vain. With each passing moment, their numbers dwindled further, until only a handful of brave souls remained standing against the onslaught.
As the last remnants of the opposing dragons charged forward, their bravery shining brightly in the face of overwhelming odds, Antares met them head-on with a roar that shook the very earth beneath their feet. With a single sweep of his massive claws, he cut down the remaining warriors with brutal efficiency, their defiant cries drowned out by the deafening roar of battle.
Blood stained the ground as the fallen dragons joined their comrades in death, their sacrifice a testament to their unwavering courage in the face of certain doom. Yet even as their numbers dwindled, their spirits remained unbroken, fueled by the fires of defiance that burned within their hearts.
But in the end, it was not enough to withstand the might of Antares and his Berserk Dragons. With a triumphant roar, Antares emerged victorious, his dominance unchallenged as he surveyed the battlefield strewn with the bodies of his fallen foes.
As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into silence, Antares stood tall and proud, his chest swelling with pride at his hard-won victory. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, he knew that the war was far from over. There were still battles to be fought, enemies to be vanquished, and victories to be won.
And with the taste of blood still fresh upon his tongue, Antares knew that he would stop at nothing to claim ultimate victory and establish his dominance over all who dared to oppose him. For in the world of dragons, only the strongest would survive, and he intended to prove himself the mightiest of them all.
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