Chapter 852: Battle of the North
On the border of the northern region-- The battlefield
"You dogs of Ashiraaaa, YOU DARE?!" Holak looked agitated as he saw a large section of the army retreating, "What the hell are you doing here? Do you want to hasten the annihilation of your tribe at my hands?!"
As soon as he finished his shout, Holak quickly looked back in front of him, opened his hands wide and clapped loudly *Bam*
The purple cloud that had emerged from the ten Emperors immediately retreated and the Martial Emperors were pushed back, three of them spitting blood. Part of the cloud avoided the shockwave and continued towards Holak, but Holak's black armor ignited with a blue flame for a moment, completely burning the rest.
"We are sorry, Ancestor, we're taking too many casualties!!" The Ashera tribe leader, Arnove, stepped back, clutching his bloody chest.
"Sorry?! Stay where you are even if you die! Otherwise, if we get out of this mess alive, there shall be no Ashera tribe in this world anymore!!" Holak looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
He knew that if it weren't for him, the army would have quickly collapsed.
He stood there on the border like a fortress that couldn't be shaken no matter what. Sometimes, he would jump on the back of Crixus The Great as he passed by, and go with them to the rear lines to rest the army a little and give them a chance to breathe...
But no matter how strong he is, everything has its limits, and every person has energy.
There is a huge difference between Martial Emperors on the two sides. There are roughly 900 more Martial Emperors in the ranks of the Great Serpent Empire, and he alone has to stop them?! In fact, if he hadn't been wearing the Purgatory War Armor since the beginning of the battle, he wouldn't have been able to hold out all this time.
The Purgatory War Armor was something that Holac made himself, or one could say that he was the one who initiated the idea of making it... One day, he was sitting in the Second Heaven's Chosen Library when he thought of something... 'It's been a long time since I've held a weapon, the last one turned into 37 pieces after a random attack, I wonder how strong I would be if I had a good weapon...'
But a weapon like that didn't exist on the planet, so he simply started thinking about making a weapon that could withstand its power.
The main material for making his new weapon was of course the scales of his friend Crixus The Great, but that's not all.
Holak used his power over the Nihari Giant tribes to gather the rarest resources on the planet and throw them next to his weapon, then he used half of his refinement percentage for the planet and asked the planet's spirit to merge everything together and give him the most suitable weapon possible... In the end, his masterpiece which he had thought of randomly one day took shape.
The scales of Crixus the Great and the rare metals were compressed tightly to produce a thin black armor-like paper that looked like a part of Holak's body upon wearing it. The armor was extremely hard and at the same time extremely flexible, it could easily withstand Holak's strength. It also covered his upper body, arms, and fists, so Holak could use it as both a shield and a weapon.
More importantly, the planet's spirit gave him an additional advantage because he used his refinement percentage. Crixus' scales provided the armor with its own attribute, the blue flame... The Purgatory Flame.
But he didn't forget to look back and shout to his followers, "I'll go and eliminate those bastards quickly and come back, don't let anyone pass, defend your lands, defend your
honor!!"
"....." The tribe leaders opened their mouths as they watched Holak and the wyvern disappear into the horizon
If they stood where they were and with the beasts with them, they would be able to hold out for an extra day and severely damage the Great Serpent Empire's army, especially since they had the advantage of land, and then they could retreat a little and start a war of attrition as
Robin had expected.
But that didn't happen... The leaders of the giant tribes sighed in relief and announced a withdrawal and even a complete withdrawal towards their own lands.
Without Holak to forcefully gather them together, there was no longer any reason for them to
stand together.
Listen to the commander's orders? Protect the homeland? What is that?
*Myself, then myself, I will return to my own territory to defend it and let the rest burn!*
That was the usual thinking of the giants anyway...
Then the beasts soon followed them in the same way after the scent of Crixus the Great had moved away a certain distance.
In a matter of minutes, the bloody clash turned into a short chase, and in less than an hour, the Great Serpent Empire's army found themselves standing alone.
Ten days later-- Planet Jura-- Somewhere in The Ancestral Continent
"Where do you think you're going?!"
"Attack!!"
"Horiyaaaa"