章節 45: Heavenly war part 2
Lieutenant Lastimosa sprinted past Alexander, urgency written all over his face as he made a beeline for the city beyond the battlefield. His armor clanged with each step, but the noise was drowned out by the cacophony of war still raging behind them.
"Where's he going?" Xiao Ling asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Alexander's eyes darted to the distant city, his heart sinking as realization struck. "He's heading to the city... Ty's there."
Without another word, Alexander bolted after Lastimosa, his legs pumping hard as adrenaline surged through his veins. Xiao Ling hesitated for a fraction of a second, then followed, pushing herself to keep up with the two men.
The battlefield was still thick with blood, bodies littered the ground, and the air smelled of smoke, but the fight was shifting toward the distant city. More enemy portals were beginning to open, spewing fresh waves of reinforcements—more Orcs, more vampires, and now larger beasts lumbering through with eyes glowing a sickly red.
"We need to move fast!" Alexander shouted over his shoulder, his voice hoarse from the relentless combat.
The three of them weaved between pockets of skirmishes, avoiding the frontline where the enemy reinforcements clashed with the remnants of the frontier and Celestial forces. In the distance, they could see the city walls rising, but even from here, smoke billowed, and the sounds of combat echoed within.
"We won't make it if more of them arrive," Xiao Ling called out, glancing warily at the opening portals behind them.
"Then we won't let them!" Alexander growled, pulling out his dual pistols as he aimed back at the portals. He squeezed the triggers, firing shot after shot into the incoming horde, dropping the frontlines of enemies before they could fully materialize.
Xiao Ling gritted her teeth, summoning her Frost magic. Ice erupted from the ground, forming a massive wall behind them, temporarily blocking the reinforcements from advancing further. "That'll hold them for a little while!" she shouted.
Lieutenant Lastimosa was already nearing the city gates, not bothering to slow down. The battle within the city was clearly reaching a fever pitch—explosions lit up the streets, and the sounds of metal clashing against metal rang through the air.
Alexander and Xiao Ling pushed themselves harder, following Lastimosa into the heart of the city. As they passed through the gates, they were greeted by the sight of chaos. Buildings were burning, the streets were stained with blood, and small groups of defenders were desperately holding off the oncoming waves of enemies.
"Ty's somewhere in here," Alexander muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of her.
"We need to split up!" Xiao Ling suggested. "You go find Ty, I'll help Lastimosa secure the perimeter!"
Alexander nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he tore through the streets, his mind solely focused on finding Ty. The sounds of battle blurred around him as he dodged falling debris and cut through any enemies that crossed his path.
"Ty, where are you?" he whispered under his breath, his worry growing with every second.
Suddenly, an explosion shook the ground nearby, followed by a familiar voice cutting through the chaos.
"Get back, you bastards!" Ty's voice roared, fierce and unyielding.
Alexander's head snapped toward the sound, and relief flooded through him. Without a second thought, he sprinted toward the source, praying he wasn't too late.
Alexander ran through the smoke-filled streets, his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically searched for Ty. The sound of her voice still echoed in his ears, but it was fainter now, and the sight that met his eyes as he rounded the corner was nothing short of devastation.
Bodies littered the ground. Frontier soldiers, Celestial warriors, all lying in twisted heaps, their blood staining the cobblestones. The few survivors who remained were barely clinging to life, trying to fend off the last wave of enemies. Ty stood at the center of the carnage, covered in blood, her body battered and bruised, yet still fighting. Her breaths were labored, and her sword, normally held steady, now trembled in her hand.
But even as she struggled, more enemies advanced, Orcs and vampires closing in for the kill. Alexander's eyes widened in horror as he realized she wouldn't last much longer.
"Ty!" he shouted, his voice filled with desperation.
Her head turned at the sound of his voice, her face pale and streaked with blood, but she was too exhausted to respond. She managed a weak smile before her legs buckled under her, and she collapsed to the ground, her strength finally giving out.
"No!" Alexander's blood boiled as he drew both of his pistols. In one swift motion, he pulled the triggers, sending bullets flying into the advancing enemies. The vampires and Orcs dropped like flies, their bodies riddled with holes as Alexander fired with deadly precision. But there were too many of them, and they kept coming.
Switching tactics, Alexander holstered his pistols and drew his sword, charging into the fray. His blade gleamed in the dim light as he cut through the horde, his movements swift and fluid. He parried an incoming blow from an Orc, severing its arm before plunging his sword into its chest. Another vampire lunged at him from the side, but Alexander spun around, slashing its throat with one clean swipe.
The battle was brutal and bloody, but Alexander fought with the strength of a man possessed. Every enemy that approached him fell before they could even land a hit. His focus was razor-sharp, his only goal to reach Ty before it was too late.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last enemy fell at his feet, its lifeless body crumpling to the ground. Alexander stood amidst the chaos, his chest heaving as he surveyed the scene around him. Silence had fallen, the only sound now was the crackling of the fires that burned in the distance.
With trembling hands, he rushed over to Ty, dropping to his knees beside her. Her eyes fluttered open weakly, and she looked up at him with a mixture of relief and pain.
"Alexander..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I'm here," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. He gently cradled her in his arms, his heart aching at the sight of her injuries. Blood soaked through her armor, and her breathing was shallow.
"You made it just in time..." she murmured, her lips curving into a faint smile.
"You're not dying on me, Ty," Alexander said firmly, his voice breaking. "You hear me? Stay with me."
He ripped a piece of fabric from his cloak and pressed it to her wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. His hands shook as he worked, and for the first time in a long while, fear gripped him. The thought of losing her... it was unbearable.
"Just hold on," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Help is coming. We'll get you out of here."
Ty coughed weakly, her hand reaching up to touch his face. "I told you... we'd meet again," she said softly, her eyes beginning to close.
"No, no, no," Alexander pleaded, shaking her gently. "Stay with me, Ty. Don't close your eyes."
In the distance, the sound of reinforcements arriving filled the air, but Alexander barely registered it. His focus was solely on Ty, the woman who had raised him, fought beside him, and been his family. He couldn't lose her—not now, not ever.
As the medics rushed toward them, Alexander held Ty close, silently praying that he wasn't too late.
The sound of heavy footsteps and the clattering of armor echoed through the ruined streets as the allied forces finally arrived at the city. The Frontier soldiers, Cloud Knights, and Celestial warriors poured in through the crumbling gates, their banners flying high despite the devastation around them. The remnants of the city's defenses had held long enough for the reinforcements to break through, and now, they flooded the battlefield with renewed energy.
Commander Cooper led the charge, his face grim as he surveyed the aftermath of the brutal fight. Behind him, the Celestial archers and mages took up positions on the high ground, their eyes scanning for any remaining threats. The Cloud Knights, led by Xiao Ling, moved swiftly through the streets, cutting down any stragglers that remained of the enemy forces.
Elysia, guiding the mages, unleashed a powerful wave of light magic that cleared the last few clusters of enemy resistance near the city's walls. Explosions rocked the air as magic and gunfire filled the battlefield, turning the tide firmly in favor of the allied forces.
Amidst the chaos, Alexander knelt beside Ty, still cradling her fragile form. His heart pounded as he saw the medics rushing toward them, their eyes wide with urgency.
"Get her help!" Alexander shouted, his voice raw with desperation. "She's losing too much blood!"
The medics quickly surrounded them, working with practiced efficiency to stabilize Ty's injuries. One of them looked up at Alexander with a reassuring nod. "She's alive, but we need to move her to safety now."
Relief washed over Alexander, but it was only temporary. The battle was far from over. As the medics carried Ty to the rear lines, Alexander rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the ancient portal rising ominously in the distance. More enemies were coming, and the real fight had just begun.
Commander Cooper approached Alexander, his face covered in blood. "Ty's tough, she'll make it," he said gruffly. "But we need you on the front lines. The enemy's reinforcements are pouring through those portals, and we can't let them get a foothold in the city."
Alexander nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. He cast one last glance toward Ty, knowing she was in good hands, and then turned to face the approaching threat. The enemy would pay for every life they had taken today.
"Let's finish this," Alexander said, gripping his sword tightly as he moved to join the rest of the forces.
As the allied armies regrouped, their numbers swelling with the reinforcements from the Northern front, the ground trembled under the sheer magnitude of the battle that was about to unfold. The portal continued to pulse with dark energy, and from it poured the legions of the Shadow Empire—Orcs, vampires, and twisted beasts, all marching forward with unrelenting fury.
But this time, the allied forces stood united, their resolve hardened by the loss they had already endured. They would fight with everything they had, and they would not back down.
As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield, Alexander stood at the forefront, ready to lead the charge once again. His demonic eye flared with power as he looked ahead at the seemingly endless wave of enemies.
The battlefield had transformed into a chaotic storm of blood, steel, and magic as the allied forces clashed with the relentless hordes of the Shadow Empire. The sound of metal clashing against metal, the screams of the dying, and the roar of exploding magic filled the air, creating a symphony of death.
Orcs, vampires, and beasts from the Shadow Empire charged through the narrow streets, their bloodlust driving them forward with reckless abandon. The allied forces met them head-on, their swords raised, magic at the ready, and sheer determination in their hearts.
Alexander led the charge, his dual pistols flashing as he mowed down the front ranks of vampires. He switched to his sword in an instant, decapitating an Orc who charged at him, its massive axe swinging down toward his head. Blood sprayed from the severed neck, drenching Alexander's armor as he continued to fight, his movements fluid and relentless.
To his side, Xiao Ling unleashed a torrent of ice, freezing a group of enemies in mid-attack. Her blade danced through the air, shattering frozen bodies into a shower of icy shards. The Cloud Knights fought beside her, their spears and swords clashing against the enemy's armor. A beastman lunged at one of the knights, its claws tearing through his armor, sending him to the ground, where he was finished off with a savage bite. Xiao Ling retaliated by freezing the beast in place, then smashing it with a well-placed kick, sending it crashing into a nearby wall.
Commander Cooper fought like a man possessed, cleaving through a group of Orcs with his massive broadsword. One Orc chief charged at him, swinging a spiked club that could crush bones with ease. Cooper dodged, impaling the chief through the chest and then spinning around to kick the massive beast off his sword. The Orc slammed into the ground, dead before it even hit the dirt. Blood gushed from its wound, mixing with the snow and mud on the ground.
Not far from Cooper, Elysia stood atop a hill with the Celestial mages, her hands glowing with light as she cast wave after wave of destructive spells. Explosions of fire and lightning tore through the enemy ranks, incinerating Orcs and vampires alike. Limbs were blown apart, bodies vaporized, and the once solid ground was turned into a cratered wasteland.
Amidst the chaos, Adam unleashed his fiery wrath, sending massive fireballs crashing into the enemy airships. His flames engulfed the skies, turning the once majestic airships into falling infernos. The screams of those aboard echoed as they fell to their fiery deaths, the ships crashing into the ground, exploding upon impact and sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
In the sky above, Eve was a blur of movement, her lightning-fast strikes cutting down any enemy foolish enough to challenge her. She ripped through airships with ease, dismembering Ravenlord's reinforcements with brutal efficiency. Blood splattered across the skies as she severed wings, heads, and limbs, leaving behind a trail of carnage in her wake. Ravenlord's forces fell apart, unable to withstand her onslaught.
On the ground, Seraphina fought with a cold precision, her arrows finding their marks with deadly accuracy. One by one, she shot down the remaining enemy commanders, each arrow piercing through flesh and armor, leaving behind a trail of lifeless bodies.
But the battle wasn't without cost. Allied soldiers were torn apart by the enemy's savage attacks. A frontier warrior screamed as a beastman ripped out his throat, blood spurting in a gruesome arc. An Orc swung its massive axe, splitting a Cloud Knight in half, his body falling lifeless to the blood-soaked ground. The air was thick with the stench of death and the sound of bodies hitting the dirt.
A massive vampire lord charged at Alexander, its fangs bared and claws extended. Alexander parried its strike and drove his sword through its chest, but the vampire only sneered, grabbing him by the throat. As it squeezed, Alexander summoned all his strength, activating his demonic eye. With a surge of power, he blasted the vampire off him with a bolt of dark energy, sending it crashing into a nearby wall. Before it could recover, Alexander fired a single shot from his pistol, the bullet piercing its heart and finally ending its reign of terror.
Xiao Ling, fighting nearby, was hit by an arrow in her shoulder, but she gritted her teeth and pressed on, summoning a wave of frost that engulfed the enemy archers. She staggered but stood her ground, freezing the blood pouring from her wound, turning it into ice to slow the bleeding.
Commander Cooper, bloodied but still standing, fought his way to the heart of the enemy formation. He threw himself into the thick of the battle, cutting down any who dared challenge him. His sword cleaved through bone and flesh, and the ground beneath him was soon littered with the bodies of his foes.
In the distance, the ancient portal continued to rise, spewing forth more and more enemies. Alexander knew they had to close it, but for now, all they could do was fight.
The battlefield had become a graveyard, the bodies of both allies and enemies torn apart, left to rot in the cold winter air. But even in the face of overwhelming odds, the allied forces fought on, their will unbroken. This was the war for survival, and they would give everything they had to see it through to the end.
As Alexander looked at the carnage around him, his heart pounded with fury and determination. He raised his sword high, rallying his comrades for one final push. "For the future!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "For our people!"
And with that, they charged once more into the fray, determined to fight until the last breath.
As the battle raged on and the ancient portal towered ominously above the battlefield, a palpable tension settled over the entire area. The air crackled with a dark energy as the portal began to pulse with a deep, unsettling glow. The sound of clashing steel and exploding magic faded momentarily as every fighter—friend and foe—felt an overwhelming presence seep through the portal.
A shroud of impenetrable darkness enveloped the portal's exit, and from within that void, the figure of the Shadow Emperor emerged, each step echoing with power. His aura was unlike anything the battlefield had ever felt—an oppressive, crushing force that radiated pure malice and absolute control. The very ground beneath his feet trembled as he approached, and even the most hardened warriors of the Celestial and frontier forces faltered for a moment, their breaths caught in their throats.
The Shadow Emperor, Zadkiel, stood tall, his dark, flowing armor gleaming with a sinister light. His eyes glowed with an eerie, malevolent fire, surveying the battlefield with cold, calculating indifference. The sheer force of his presence caused the sky to darken, and a deafening silence followed him, as if even nature itself recoiled in fear. Behind him, the remaining legions of his army poured through the portal—Orcs, vampires, beastmen, shadow knights, and monstrous demons—all bowing in deference to their emperor.
Zadkiel's aura expanded outward, crashing over the battlefield like a tidal wave. The immense pressure sent shockwaves across the ground, causing soldiers to stumble and mages to falter in their incantations. The weaker among them fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the suffocating presence of his dark power. Even the air itself felt heavy, thick with the stench of death and despair.
Alexander, standing at the forefront, could feel the raw energy of the Shadow Emperor's arrival. His demonic eye throbbed painfully, reacting to the immense power emanating from Zadkiel. His heart pounded, but he steeled himself, knowing this was the confrontation they had long feared. He could feel the fear creeping into the minds of his comrades, but he also knew that retreat was not an option. Not now. Not with so much at stake.
Eve, standing atop an airship, locked eyes with her brother, the Shadow Emperor. Her red eyes glowed fiercely, her bloodline fully awakened. She could feel the same wrath she had felt during their last battle, the hatred that had simmered for so long. She clenched her fists, the energy around her crackling with intensity.
Ty, severely injured but still standing, felt her knees weaken under the weight of Zadkiel's presence. But she forced herself to stay upright, determined to fight, even if it meant her last breath. She looked at Alexander from afar, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination.
Seraphina, still in the skies, circled around the battlefield, her bow drawn, as she studied the emperor's movements carefully. She could feel the immense power, but she remained calm, calculating her next move.
The Shadow Emperor halted at the edge of the battlefield, his voice booming across the plains, cold and filled with scorn. "This world, like the others before it, will fall beneath my shadow. Your resistance is futile." He raised his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, a pulse of dark energy shot out, blasting apart several Celestial airships and vaporizing the soldiers caught in its path.
Zadkiel's eyes swept across the field, landing on Alexander. A slow, twisted smile spread across his face. "You've come far, soldier. But you stand before a god now."
Alexander gritted his teeth, gripping his sword tighter. The aura of the Shadow Emperor pressed down on him, but he refused to falter. He glanced at Eve and Kane, knowing this battle was inevitable. "We'll see about that," Alexander muttered under his breath, preparing for the fight of his life.
As the portals began closing one by one, the oppressive presence of the Shadow Emperor flickered slightly, the direct link between his power and the ancient portal severed. The immense armies that had been pouring through suddenly halted, and for the first time, the tide of the battle seemed to shift. Dr. Jin, standing at a great distance from the battlefield, had activated the temporary magic generator, supplying it with energy from the ancient scroll and the blood samples of Eve and Adam. The connection between Zadkiel and his portals was now forcibly interrupted.
Alexander's lips curled into a confident smile as he glanced at Eve and Adam, who stood nearby, slightly dazed from the sudden shift in energy. "Just as planned," Alexander muttered under his breath, his eyes glinting with a renewed sense of hope. They had bought themselves time—precious time to turn the tides of this seemingly hopeless battle.
Dr. Jin's voice crackled over the comms, reaching every ally across the battlefield, "Attention all forces! The portals have been sealed temporarily. You have exactly one hour before they reopen. Make every second count!"
The news spread like wildfire, and a collective wave of determination surged through the ranks of the frontier warriors, Celestial armies, and Cloud Knights. The advantage, however brief, was theirs.
Alexander turned to Xiao Ling and the others. "This is our window. We hit them hard and fast before they can regroup. We take out their leaders, cripple their forces. No holding back."
Xiao Ling nodded, her eyes gleaming with frost as she readied her blade. Eve, still glaring at her brother across the battlefield, stepped forward with Adam at her side. "Let's make this hour count," Eve said coldly, her aura flaring with the power of her awakened bloodline.
Commander Cooper's booming voice rallied the troops. "YOU HEARD THE MAN! NO MERCY! PUSH FORWARD!"
On the enemy's side, the Shadow Emperor's eyes narrowed as he sensed the shift in his connection to the portal. His calm demeanor cracked for the briefest moment as he realized his control had been interrupted. He turned his gaze toward Alexander, realizing that this was no mere accident—it was a well-executed plan. His wrath simmered beneath his cold exterior.
Zadkiel raised his hand, summoning a wave of dark energy to try and forcibly reopen the portals, but the magic generator held, powered by the ancient scroll and the blood connection to Eve and Adam. The Emperor's frustration grew, but his resolve did not waver. He was still the most dangerous force on the battlefield, even without his portals.
"An hour," he muttered darkly to himself. "That's all the time I need to break you."
The battlefield erupted into chaos once again. With the portals closed, the enemy reinforcements slowed to a crawl. Alexander, now leading the charge, called out to his allies. "Strike now! We hit them hard while we still can!"
The battle surged forward with newfound intensity. Blood and steel clashed as magic exploded in violent arcs across the field. The air was thick with the screams of the dying, the roar of the vengeful, and the deafening sound of spells ripping through flesh and armor.
With every passing second, the weight of the countdown pressed on their minds. One hour to make their final stand. One hour to turn the tides of this war.
For now, the upper hand was theirs—but the Shadow Emperor was far from defeated.
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