An Extra’s POV
Chapter 682
"ROOOOOOOAAAAAARRR!!!"
The loud screeches of the undying ones rushed through the air like a perverse trumpet. As their coarse, bitter sound resounded throughout the battlefield, the ground shook as a result of their march… just as the air trembled as a result of their flight.
The army of death—the very one that every single Elf had feared for months now—were marching towards them in hordes unseen before.
A few thousand Dragons decorated the sky, but the majority of forces came from the Monsters that looked just as grotesque as—if not more than—the Undead Dragons.
Their rotting flesh was held in place by the disturbing Miasma that filtered around the individual members of the army and formed a cloud over the entire group.
Their threatening presence was enough to—
~BOOOOOOOOOOM!~
The first projectile that was launched from the Camp of the Elves marked the start of their own march—both figuratively and literally.
It was all a blur, but the 'thing' that was thrust into the air by the Elves and one of their trebuchet-looking catapults was able to instantly obliterate one of the Undead Dragons that charged towards them.
The horrid creature's entire body was set ablaze in an advent of flames and pressure, completely reducing to dust in only a few seconds.
There was no moment of silence that followed.
The army of the dead could show no hesitation, and so they merely kept marching forward. Unfortunately for them, they weren't the only army that lacked the shackles of emotions.
"RISEEEEE!!!"
As those words burst out into the air—spoken by the voices of all the Elves within the barricaded Camp—yet another miracle happened.
~RUMBLE!~
The earth began to shake.
~RUMBLE!~
It parted, creating a straight line across the earth which made way for the new participants in the battle. ~RUMBLE!~
Their emergence caused the air around to undulate. It felt like everything around them was unraveling as they arose from their depths—the Grand Elementals.
Flames. Water. Earth. Wind. Lightning.
One of these base Elements made up each Elemental, and there was enough variety among them that the battleground soon became a colorful field. No longer was it painted in black, matched with a dreary splash of purple. Instead, it seemed flowers—or perhaps glorious lanterns of bright colors—had sprung out of the earth to add a new flavor to the canvas of death.
Each Grand Elemental stood proud and tall, all of them bursting with abundant Mana and an intensity of the element they represented.
they were
fewer. The ratio was about 10:1, in favor of
~WHOOOOOM!~
In terms of quality, the Grand Elementals were not lacking in the
Elementals bravely charged into battle. They cared not for the wave of Miasma they were headed for, or the horrible Undead
the Grand Elementals cared for was
conjured up weapons, or relied on Magic-like effects to break into the vanguard, completely wrecking the formation of the Undead with the overwhelming strength that they had. Unlike with living entities, Elementals could not particularly suffer from Miasma Poisoning. If the Miasma in the atmosphere was too intense, an Elemental could perish due to its
was simply
keep up a barrier. In a way, this served as a form
for the undying ones,
of Mana. The pressure of pure energy that surrounded them was more than enough to counteract the effects of
it was
to thin out at a rapid pace—almost as if the opposite of Miasma
this was happening, the slaughter of the Undead was being
Yes… the slaughter.
weren't immortal. They were simply very difficult to kill—not only due to the Miasma,
off, Undead entities would keep fighting. They
regenerative abilities, making them practically impossible to
an Undead is by
cut off a limb, slice off the head, or even
to dish out. By destroying their entire bodies—either by setting them
Skills,
high. Not only did they maintain the Level
major threats and worthy
~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~
… Or not.
stand a
nothing but sacks of rotting meant to
and they were much stronger than normal
due
The A-Tier Undead often served as Generals, based on the formation the army implemented, which meant
would an A-Tier be
worked perfectly well due to the inability of the Elves to deal any lasting damage on the Undead, and even if they did, only the small fry would suffer it. However, it worked to their detriment when facing the
the average Monster, easily sweeping through them and destroying them before they could even comprehend what was happening, but by the time the A-Tier Undead was encountered,
way such an
the instructions of their Master—seemed to
and
… So powerless.
think that help would come from the
serve as an active backup for the footsoldiers. Unfortunately for the Undead Army, even the
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