Chapter 682 Assault On The Undying

Chapter 682 Assault On The Undying

"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.

Yes, they were only a thousand.

Compared to the Undead Army, they were much fewer. The ratio was about 10:1, in favor of the forces of the undying. But...

~WHOOOOOM!~

... In terms of quality, the Grand Elementals were not lacking in the slightest.

In blurs of light, and echoes similar to whispers, the Elementals bravely charged into battle. They cared not for the wave of Miasma they were headed for, or the horrible Undead that glared at them with immense killing intent.

All the Grand Elementals cared for was the mission.

Ultimately, the Undead—despite performing their best, based on the instructions of their Master—seemed to not be trying at all.

The way they died so quickly and easily made them appear so weak.

... So powerless.

One would think that help would come from the skies.

After all, the Undead Dragons dominated that space, and as such... they were supposed to serve as an active backup for the footsoldiers. Unfortunately for the Undead Army, even the Dragons were occupied.

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

For each explosion that burst through the air, like fireworks painting the night sky with beauty, an Undead Dragon perished.

The thick, dark clouds rumbled constantly as the Dragons did their best to resist.

They let oud intense breaths of flames, or Miasma—both, in most cases.

The destruction and devastation that the attack should have caused was insurmountable. However, the barrier that protected the Camp of the Elves prevented anything from coming through.

And, as a reward for their attempt to counterattack—

~WHOOOOOSH!~

~BOOOOOOOOOM!~

~WHOOOOOOOOSH!~

~BOOOOOOOOOOM!~

—More projectiles were launched, and more Undead Dragons were killed off.

The Projectiles were either massive golden-looking rocks being flung into the air by catapults, or massive crossbows with golden arrows.

Both were manned by Elves, and their ability to consistently get a bullseye was outstanding. One had to wonder if this was due to the effects of the Items, or perhaps a result of the pure skill of the Elves.

Either way, the Dragons were being dominated by the constant barrage of attacks that they eventually began to adopt a new tactic.

Rather than being spaced out, they gathered together in one very compact wave. As a result, the air of Miasma around them became thicker—more intense.

Due to this, everything around them grew perverse and distorted, reducing the efficacy of any projectile that would be launched towards them. This tactic not only achieved that, but it also made the projectiles a lot more predictable.

If they knew where the attacks were coming from, they could easily counter it.

The Elves had to be freaking out at this point. No matter how fast their projectiles were, they wouldn't be enough to stop this horde of Undead Dragons.

~ZZZZTTTZZZZ...~

—Or so they thought.

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!~

Like a massive spear that descended from the heavens itself, a massive strike of lightning, mixed with the flavors of all the other elements, came crashing into the group of Dragons.

Floating above the blinding display of overwhelming power was the Absolute Elemental General, its majestic form staring down at the chaos beneath it.

In one powerful strike... it completely ruined the formation of the Undead Dragons.