Ch.172172. The Final War (10)

Meanwhile, at the same time.

On one side of the battlefield where fierce combat raged between infantry, a war of much larger soldiers was unfolding.

“Grrrr….KRRRUNG!!”

CRASH!! SLASH!!

“Tear! Trample! Maul!!”

Currently, the most influential soldiers on the frontline were the Blood Wolf Riders of the Avenger Legion.

Most were armed with their own unique weapons instead of cavalry lances, so they couldn’t demonstrate the same destructive power as their initial lance charge, but….

“AWOOOOOO──!!!”

“”””TEAR!! TRAMPLE!! MAUL!!!””””

In truth, even without such weapons, the cavalry mounted on blood-red wolves were excellently grinding through the infantry.

These beast-wolves, larger than grizzly bears and stronger too, wore armor made of metal forged directly by dwarven hands.

Considering the nature of bear hunting before the advent of proper firearms, no one short of mid-tier forces could possibly match Blood Wolves due to the sheer difference in weight class.

And while this alone would make them formidable opponents, naturally, Blood Wolves always moved with their riders.

The soldiers mounted on the wolves’ backs were also proper members of the Avenger Legion. The typical weakness of cavalry losing mobility did not apply to them.

When a Blood Wolf casually swung its front paws, several men would be dismembered, and a simple body charge was enough to leave most opponents mortally wounded.

Furthermore, the Avenger Legion soldiers riding on their backs were all veterans, each wielding their preferred weapons and piling up mountains of corpses.

“Replace your lances if they’re damaged!! Those with intact lances, advance!!”

“”””””Yes, Centurion!!””””””

Meanwhile, the Black Sun Legion’s cavalry were demonstrating equally impressive feats.

While Blood Wolf Riders were each like ferocious beasts in combat, these cavalrymen were excellent soldiers operating in units of hundreds.

Under the command of their centurions, they repeatedly charged and retreated, gradually wearing down the enemy forces.

“CHAAAAARGE!!! For the Avenge God!!”

“”””””For the Avenge God───!!!!””””””

Though they fell short compared to the monstrous Blood Wolf Riders, by objective standards, the Black Sun Legion’s cavalry were also top-tier.

Each possessed differently blessed and enhanced bodies or equipment, and having served in the Imperial Legion for a long time, they were also rich in combat experience.

Moreover, their war horses had been transformed by divine blessing. These mounts had become 7th-grade magical beasts known as Demon War Horses.

These beasts, transformed from horses by receiving the energy of demons or Evil beings, were naturally completely different creatures from ordinary horses.

Goat-like horns grew from both sides of their heads, sharp fangs filled their mouths, and their diet had completely changed to carnivorous.

Some had fur that turned completely black like charcoal or ash, while their hooves either transformed into solid metal or grew into sharp claws.

Some exceptional specimens could even breathe black fire or manifest flames on their legs or manes.

While the cavalry utilized their mobility and destructive power, massive warriors were demonstrating their full capabilities elsewhere on the battlefield.

[MAKE─WAY─FOR─ME───!!]

KWAAAAAAANG───!!!!

With voices that echoed like in a cave, these massive war machines moved their rock-bodies as both shields and hammers.

When mid-tier warriors who could no longer fight due to injuries wished to return to battle, these beings granted them stone bodies to fight again.

The so-called “Walking Watchtowers,” or Golem Warriors, moved according to their specialties.

In their normal form, standing about 5 meters tall with a watchtower body and limbs, they chose to protect allies rather than advance to attack enemies.

They raised massive metal shields enhanced with aura to provide cover, or had ballistas and blood cannons installed on their bodies for fire support.

Particularly, the firepower of close-range modified blood cannons that fired shotgun-like blasts evoked images of future battlefield tanks—and their actual role wasn’t much different.

However, if the watchtower section on top was destroyed…

The veteran warriors who had boarded these golems and made them their bodies would begin to move the 3.5-meter metal-covered golem main body.

The combination of their sturdy bodies made of metal and stone forged by dwarven craftsmen, along with the aura abilities of the mounted warriors, was incredibly powerful.

Their immense strength was powerful enough to be used as siege weapons, and the giant weapons they wielded boasted destructive power that swept through enemy lines.

While they often used close-combat weapons like giant hammers, greatswords, gauntlets, and shields…. they also sometimes wielded enlarged magical muskets or blood cannons.

Particularly, Golem Warriors separated from their watchtower sections could move almost identically to enlarged humans.

These great mid-tier warriors, though fewer than ten in number, had already caused hundreds of casualties long ago.

However, someone even more powerful and capable of overturning the battlefield environment appeared──

[──Who dares stand in my way!!!]

It was Philemon, a descendant of the ancient divine race and member of the Titan race.

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Titan.

Originally a type of divine race born with innate divinity, they fell from grace for some reason and are now merely a race of giants.

Yet their divine past hasn’t completely disappeared, making them a race where adults are at least 1st-grade beings.

And Philemon, a member and the last of the Titan race, remains tremendously powerful even after falling to mortality—so powerful that one wonders how formidable he must have been in his past as a divine being.

In the past, he was an apostle of the evil god of violence before being abandoned, losing his power as an apostle.

But even without that, Titans are incredibly powerful.

Overwhelming destructive power from his tremendous 14-meter body. Hit points (HP) on the level of a mobile fortress—an entirely different dimension.

And transcendent magical power that could effortlessly support this body size that openly mocked the laws of physics.

With specs closer to a strategic weapon than an individual being, he had achieved military exploits of slaughtering thousands just by throwing rocks from the rear.

The moment Philemon appeared on the battlefield proudly wielding his prepared club,

the entire flow of the war began to revolve around him.

His enormous size drew too much attention, causing all the Imperial Legion’s firepower to pour toward Philemon from all directions.

But… these lukewarm attacks couldn’t even penetrate Philemon’s armor, and as he gradually approached the Imperial formation—the slaughter began.

KWAAAAAAANG──!!! KWAAAAAAANG──!!! KWAAAAAAANG──!!!

One sweep of his club along the ground would vaporize an entire century, and a weighted jump landing would half-destroy a millennium.

The might of the Titan, pinnacle of all giant races and renowned as a god-slayer, instilled overwhelming fear in soldiers who had maintained decent morale until now.

“H-how are we supposed to defeat… that thing!!”

“Run, we, we have to r-run……..!!”

Of course, escape was impossible on a battlefield with 500,000 troops gathered in one place, but there was no doubt that the entire Imperial Legion was in turmoil.

“Damn it…. I was saving this….”

Therefore, the Commander-in-Chief, the Apostle of Makius, finally had to use the trump card he’d been saving, somehow stopping the enemy’s secret weapon to plan for the future.

“Tell the priests!! Summon the high-ranking familiars!!!”

This saved trump card was the method of summoning high-ranking familiars possessed by the main gods of the pantheon through the priest order that had accompanied them in the war against the orcs.

The moment the order was given, various familiars appeared from the rear.

One high-ranking familiar each from the main gods who had sent apostles to the orc war, plus 20 Celestial Great Warriors as common familiars, totaling 30 familiars.

These 30 high-tier forces, worth the effort of gathering and deploying 1,000 priests on the battlefield, had now joined the fight.

[As Acting Commander-in-Chief, I order: Summon the avatars, and vampires, take to the battlefield.]

Upon assessing the situation, Acting Commander-in-Chief Ben Gaitenpang immediately issued orders. Four Divine Blood Vampires and seven 3rd-grade True Blood Vampires revealed themselves, while simultaneously 10 Avatars of Avenge, deployed with the full power of the priest order, appeared.

Thus, the war reached its climax, with each side’s greatest forces beginning to be deployed in earnest, at that very moment───

[───I’m out.]

From within a glowing cube, Bjorn, who had killed five apostles, satisfied the conditions and escaped.