Chapter 107: Varania’s Invasion [3]
The sky above the western desert split apart under the rhythmic, violent crack of massive, white-gold feathers.
High above the clouds, Lord Manuses surged through the air like a descending deity, his giant eagle wings flapping with enough force to create localized sonic booms.
"We are here" a lopsided grin appeared on his lips.
Five minutes, that’s all it took him to cross such great distance between Varania and Norona to get here.
They have been watching since the very beginning.
Below him, the dark, jagged silhouette of Norona City was completely engulfed in a hellish display of fire and ice.
The black smoke of burning districts clashing violently with the sickly green, sub-zero aura of the frost mummies.
To ensure Varania’s absolute heavy hitters arrived on the battlefield faster than any ground deployment could allow, Manuses had bypassed all operational limits.
"How does it feel ladies?" Manuses chuckled softly.
Locked in his iron grip, his powerful right arm was wrapped securely around Duchess Eurenia, while his left hand held the savage Hyena-woman Matriarch, Duchess Brenda Pjador, tightly by the waist.
"Flying seems fun tho" Duchess Eurenia smirked.
"I love the sight of Norona crumbling down, they have ruled this desert for decades with iron fist" Duchess Brenda chuckled.
"It feels so good..." her laughter echoed through the sky.
The wind howled furiously against their faces, but the three Dukes didn’t blink.
They were both itching to go all out, to slaughter all the filths hated by even the God of Beast.
Eurenia couldn’t suppress the bloodlust she felt.
Manuses glanced at her for a moment, he knew he had to released this feral being to satiate her bloodlust.
"We are directly over the capital," Manuses’s multi-layered voice boomed through the rushing wind, his amber eagle eyes locking onto the dense core of the undead horde.
"Go!"
Without a second of hesitation, Manuses released his firm grip.
BOOM—!!!
The two female Martial Generals plummeted from the heavens like twin meteors, cutting through the smoke-choked sky.
The air shook vigorously.
They could feel it.
The influx of mana spiraling beyond control, the thrill of chaos.
"Hellpppp!!"
"Please spare me!!"
"We will surrenderr!!"
"We will surrender, please spare us"
The cries and wail of the fallen were ignored by the victors, before marching to the walls of Norona City.
Soldiers of Varania were given one simple instruction.
Kill them all!
Take no prisoners, surrender means death
No soldier under the banner of Varania is permitted to spare a single chaos, they must ensure the number of bodies keeps piling up.
This is War!
Brenda and Eurenia slammed directly into the center of the grand capital, the sheer kinetic displacement shattered the stone foundations of the city.
A massive crater rippled outward for fifty meters, throwing fractured blocks of obsidian, pulverized Orc armor, and hundreds of frozen mummies into the air from the sheer atmospheric pressure.
As the dust rapidly cleared, Brenda emerged with a manic, feral cackle.
"Hehehehehe....this is so fun" Brenda chuckled.
Her massive executioner’s axe swung in a brutal, horizontal arc, the wind pressure alone bisecting a dozen mummies before they could even register her presence.
But it was Eurenia who truly paralyzed the battlefield.
"Kill the bitch!"
"There’s only one of her and dozens of us"
"Don’t you dare let that pussy escape us!"
Dozens of Orcs, Ogres and Goblins charged at her, all tight looking gripping their bloodied blades.
Stepping out of the crater, Eurenia unleashed the full, unrestricted weight of her terrifying cultivation.
"Good" Eurenia grinned, "Very good, come to me!"
She dashed forward, spawning right underneath an Orc, she swung her arm, her claws slicing through the Orc.
"You bitch!" a blue skinned Orc roared, swinging down his battle axe against Eurenia. She deflected the attack.
Twisting her body, a single kick seperated the Orc’s head from his body. But Eurenia wasn’t done yet.
She sped forward, cutting down Orcs and Ogres in a matter of seconds, most were just mundane beings.
They were too weak for a Martial General.
It was just like cutting a wet paper in half, but Eurenia wasn’t angered for she needed to kill more.
And more came..
Undead Mummies!
The ambient air pressure in the capital instantly magnified tenfold, turning so thick that living Orcs and Trolls in the vicinity were instantly brought to their knees, vomiting blood under the sheer weight of her aura.
Her eyes glowed with a blinding, hyper-dense martial intent.
With a cold, indifferent expression, Eurenia moved.
She became a frictionless blur of absolute death.
SHHH-tchk—!!!
Wielding a refined Varanium rapier, her thrusts were so blindingly fast they looked like static lines of silver light.
She didn’t just slash the frost mummies; she systematically obliterated them.
"Pathetic things" Eurenia scoffed as her blade beheaded six mummies in a matter of seconds.
Every single strike was injected with her concentrated cultivation mana, which exploded upon contact.
A group of thirty frost mummies rushed her from the left, their frozen claws outstretched—only for Eurenia to execute a single, precise vertical swing.
A crescent wave of pure, condensed force cleaved clean through the mob, shattering their permafrost armor and grinding their necrotic bones into microscopic dust.
Each attack expended her mana but her recovery rate was more than as a Martial General.
"When they spoke about these things, I was expecting something different" her eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow, staring at the colossal frozen spear launched against her.
"Did you really think that would kill me?" she chuckled, "What a dumb thing"
She stepped forward gracefully, parrying a colossal frozen spear from a giant-stature mummy with a flick of her wrist, before driving her palm into its torso.
The mana transfer completely detonated the mummy from the inside out, sending a shower of frozen linen and black ice raining down across the capital.
Buildings were being destroyed as heaps of corpses piled up, each streets littered with undead corpses.
Under Eurenia’s ruthless, flawless slaughter, the unstoppable undead tide didn’t just slow down.
It was being utterly systematically dismantled.