webnovel Chapter 334: We Won
Chapter 334: We Won
Have you ever witnessed an undead army marching across a battlefield in real life while surrounded by blood, death, and endless destruction?
Many people throughout the Abyss had never experienced such a sight before, especially those living on the second floor where endless deserts stretched beyond the horizon.
Yet at this very moment, every survivor present witnessed the most terrifying and spectacular scene of their entire lives.
The Mantis Beastmen and human Awakeners stood frozen in place with expressions filled with disbelief and shock.
They had transformed from desperate fighters struggling for survival into silent spectators witnessing something beyond their understanding.
A few minutes earlier, they had been fighters standing upon the brink of death while surrounded by countless beasts.
Many had already accepted that the battlefield would become their final resting place before the night ended.
Yet now, they watched death itself fighting on their behalf against the endless tide of beasts.
How could anyone possibly believe such an impossible reality even while witnessing it directly before their eyes?
Several fighters rubbed their eyes repeatedly while questioning their own sanity and perception.
However, no matter how many times they blinked, the horrifying scene before them remained completely unchanged.
The undead beasts charged forward relentlessly and tore through the Bone Crushing Wyrms and Dune Scorpions with savage ferocity.
Their pale-yellow soul fires burned brightly beneath the three blood red moons hanging above the battlefield.
They never screamed in pain regardless of the injuries inflicted upon them during battle. They never called for help regardless of how desperate the situation became around them.
Fear simply did not exist within their hollow undead minds.
Losing entire sections of their bodies never slowed them down or weakened their determination.
They ripped, tore, crushed, and cleaved through everything standing within their path without hesitation.
What had previously been a death sentence for the people had suddenly transformed into a one-sided slaughter.
Howls echoed across the battlefield as the surviving beasts finally realized the horrifying truth.
They were no longer fighting ordinary enemies but confronting a force beyond their comprehension.
Panic spread rapidly through the remaining Bone Crushing Wyrms as survival instincts overwhelmed their savage minds.
Before anyone fully understood what was happening, countless Bone Crushing Wyrms retreated deep beneath the desert and escaped at their highest possible speeds.
The Dune Scorpions immediately followed their example and fled using every escape method available within their beastial mind.
Those unfortunate beasts that reacted too slowly were torn apart by the ferocious undead legion without mercy.
Their morale completely shattered beneath the overwhelming pressure of the undead ferocious attacks.
The ground trembled beneath countless feet while even the Bleeding Desert itself seemed to sense the horror moving across its surface.
In less than a single minute, the battlefield had been completely emptied of living enemies. Only the undead army remained standing among the corpses and rivers of blood.
The atmosphere thickened around them until breathing itself became increasingly difficult.
A suffocating pressure settled over the battlefield and weighed heavily upon every surviving soul.
Both the humans and Mantis Beastmen felt their hearts pounding violently against their chests.
Against ordinary beasts, they still possessed a chance to fight, survive, and perhaps emerge victorious.
But against the undead horror standing before them, however, none of them dared imagine the outcome of such a confrontation.
The mere thought of opposing that terrifying army made their blood run cold.
Standing beside Orric, Kiera gripped her massive axe tightly while every muscle within her body stiffened instinctively.
Her leather armor was covered in cracks, while blood splattered across her face and stained nearly every visible part of her body.
Her expression remained grim and exhausted while her former confidence had vanished completely.
Sweat covered her palms while her throat felt painfully dry beneath the crushing tension.
Beside her, Orric appeared no better despite attempting to maintain his composure.
He pressed one hand against the deep gash running across his waist yet seemed completely unaware of the pain.
His attention remained fixed upon the terrifying undead army occupying the battlefield before them.
Fear gnawed at his heart while countless thoughts raced through his exhausted mind.
Why am I trembling so badly right now?
The question echoed repeatedly within his thoughts as he struggled to understand his own reaction.
He attempted to stop his shaking hands only to discover every part of his body trembling uncontrollably.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed the other guild members experiencing the same reaction.
Even the injured fighters who had previously cried out in agony had reduced their cries into muffled groans.
Fear gripped every heart present like an iron vice tightening around their souls. Before death and overwhelming power, courage and confidence often vanished into thin air.
Although the beast tide had fled from the battlefield, no one displayed the joy that should have followed such a victory.
The survivors merely stared silently while trying to process everything they had witnessed.
Riven stood nearby with his massive shield resting beside him while wearing a deeply pensive expression.
He opened his mouth several times as though intending to speak but found no words emerging from his throat.
His throat felt impossibly dry despite swallowing repeatedly in an effort to find his voice.
Every attempt ended in failure as uncertainty continued tightening around his mind.
"Why are all of you so quiet?"
Suddenly, a cold and calm voice echoed across the battlefield and shattered the silence. Instantly, every survivor raised their head toward the source of the familiar voice.
Standing atop the damaged town wall was the silver haired young man responsible for the impossible miracle.
His blue eyes calmly surveyed the battlefield without displaying any visible excitement.
"Do you need me to tell you what to do next?"
Although his words sounded like a question, everyone understood he was not truly asking them. His tone carried a natural authority that demanded action rather than discussion.
Hearing those words, Riven finally felt his confidence returning to him once more. T
he oppressive fog clouding his thoughts seemed to clear immediately.
"You heard him!" Riven roared while raising his shield high into the air. "The battle is over! We won!"
For several moments, no one responded as the words slowly sank into their exhausted minds. Then the survivors erupted into thunderous cheers that shook the battlefield.
The heavy atmosphere shattered instantly as humans and Mantis Beastmen embraced one another openly.
Their faces filled with unrestrained joy while emotions overwhelmed countless survivors.
Many fighters fell to their knees and began crying openly without shame or restraint.
Tears of joy streamed down blood stained cheeks as reality finally settled within their hearts.
For many people, all hope of survival had vanished long before the battle ended. The Mantis Beastmen had been even more pessimistic than their humans.
They genuinely believed they could never escape their cruel fate and inevitable destruction.
Their town would fall, their civilization would disappear, and they would eventually revert into mindless beasts forever.
Yet now everything had changed completely before their very eyes.
Not only had they survived the beast tide, but Mantis Town still stood proudly despite the damage.
The destruction remained limited compared to what could have occurred during such a catastrophe.
How could they possibly stop themselves from crying with overwhelming happiness?
Many Mantis Beastmen turned toward Thoren and bowed deeply from the waist.
Their movements carried immense sincerity and gratitude that required no translation.
Most of them could not properly speak the human language despite years of interaction.
Even those capable of speaking struggled to find words suitable for expressing their gratitude.
Therefore, they chose the simplest and most meaningful method available to them.
Their bows became a physical demonstration of respect, gratitude, and acknowledgment.
Watching their actions, Thoren found himself genuinely surprised by the response.
He had never expected the Mantis Beastmen to express such open gratitude toward him.
Nevertheless, he reacted quickly and returned their gesture with a simple nod of acknowledgment.
His expression remained calm although a faint understanding flashed through his eyes.
’Now that the frontline has been secured, I should see what is happening with Solenne.’
His gaze shifted toward the distant battlefield where another terrifying clash continued unfolding.
Even from his current position, he could sense the immense danger radiating from that direction.
The battle occurring there was far more terrifying and deadly than anything that had happened here.
Without wasting another moment, he prepared to move immediately.
With a single command issued through his mind, the undead legion began marching deeper into the desert.