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Today's meme is here. [ ]
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Chapter is bigger usual and it will continue like that untill I am done discricbing how soldiers fight.
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When Baran arrogantly lowered the hand pointing at the sky in Jin's direction, the demonic army rushed at him like a black tide.
Rumble-!!
The ground vibrated from the forceful march of the demons.
Jin stared at the Demon King's army as the corner of his lips arched up.
'I've got my own arsenal at my disposal; you're not the only one with backup.'
Jin opened his mouth.
"My shadows…."
In the blink of an eye, Jin's shadow spread out to all the surrounding areas.
[Skill: 'Domain of The Monarch' activated.]
He had activated the skill 'Sovereign's Territory'. When the Demon King's army set foot within the darkened land, Jin finally summoned his Shadow Soldiers.
"….Show yourselves."
His shadows stood up all at once to answer his call.
'….!!!'
Jin could acutely feel the confusion and panic among the enemies' ranks.
Wuuoooohhh!!
Kkkrrroar!!
Boom!
Bam!
Kaaboom!
Immediately seizing upon this opening, the two 'physical' type Veteran and Elite Knight grade soldiers, Iron and Tank, ran forward with everything they had and crashed into the enemy.
In the heart of the battlefield, a trio of unparalleled warriors unleashed a symphony of death and destruction. Gold, his lupine form towering over the chaos, wielded a chainsaw sword that whirled like a tempest. With each swing, his blade sliced through demon ranks like a scythe through wheat, leaving behind cuts so clean that not a trace of blood tainted his fur or weapon. The air was filled with the metallic scent of freshly carved flesh as his chainsaw sword spun, reducing demons to mere fragments in the blink of an eye.
Akame, her eyes gleaming with cold determination, danced through the tumult with the grace of a shadow. Her Katana, Murasame, whispered through the air, its cursed edge leaving a trail of death with every stroke. Her slashes were executed with impeccable precision, each cut resulting in a swift and silent end for her adversaries. Yet, despite the carnage she wrought, her blade remained untarnished, not a single droplet of blood marring its pristine surface. Her enemies fell before her, cursed with a single slash that sealed their fate, their life force extinguished without a chance to comprehend their demise.
Beside them, Susanoo stood as an unyielding bastion of strength. His enormous form radiated power as he wielded a massive light sword and shield, his defenses impenetrable. He absorbed enemy attacks with ease, harnessing their energy and redirecting it with a vengeance. The strikes he delivered were devastating, his sword cleaving through demon ranks with the force of a cataclysm. Yet, even in the midst of the bloodshed, his weapons remained immaculate, free of any stain. As he fought, he became a beacon of both offense and defense, an indomitable force that demons could not withstand.
As they fought, their movements were a blur, their strikes executed with supernatural speed. The battlefield was a canvas of chaos, their foes falling before them in swift succession. The phrase 'Slice Slice like carving the meat' echoed in their minds, a mantra that drove their actions with an almost mechanical precision. Each cut they delivered was a masterpiece of lethality, their movements honed to perfection through countless battles.
The demons, blinded by fear and confusion, hardly had a chance to react. Gold's chainsaw sword spun like a whirlwind, his every movement leaving a trail of decimated bodies. Akame's Katana sang through the air, her curses sealing the fate of those unfortunate enough to cross her path. Susanoo's light sword illuminated the battlefield, his shield deflecting attacks while his sword dealt death blows with calculated efficiency.
And so, the battlefield became a tableau of annihilation, marked by the crisp cuts that left no room for survival. As the trio moved with deadly precision, their adversaries met their end without even realizing it. The air was filled with the scent of freshly spilled blood, the ground strewn with the remains of demons that had dared to challenge their might.
Gold, Akame, and Susanoo were a force to be reckoned with, their abilities and synergy unmatched. The demons' attempts to counter were futile, their ranks shattered by the trio's seamless coordination and unrivaled mastery. The battlefield became their dominion, a realm of death and chaos where their blades reigned supreme, leaving behind only the echo of their lethal mantra: 'Slice Slice like carving the meat.'
The battlefield erupted into a symphony of destruction, each explosive note drowning out the last. "Kaboom!!" The very ground trembled beneath the colossal strides of the two giants, their feet flattening demons into the earth like insignificant insects. The sky itself seemed to crack and sizzle with energy, a storm of raw power coalescing into a cataclysmic show.
Zzzzz….. Lightning streaked across the sky in blinding arcs, each bolt a deadly spear of pure electrical fury. "Kaboom!! Kaboom!!" Superheated plasma laser beams lanced through the air, illuminating the battlefield in a hellish glow. The ground shuddered beneath the impact of thunderbolts, each strike a roar of devastation that echoed in the air.
As the battlefield was engulfed in a maelstrom of chaos, a relentless barrage of gunfire pierced the air. "Swiss Swiss Swiss Swiss" Bullets flew like angry hornets, finding their mark amidst the chaos, leaving behind a trail of demon corpses in their wake. But even amidst this hail of bullets, it was the giants who stood as titanic pillars of power.
Typhon, the monstrous hybrid chimera, reigned over the battlefield like an avenging deity. Its colossal form, towering at an awe-inspiring 700 meters, cast an ominous shadow over the writhing horde of demons below. Enormous wings unfurled, the cross-shaped pupils in its myriad eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. The horns on its body and the kraken tentacles sprouting from its back lent it an appearance that seemed born of nightmares.
Beside Typhon stood Guardian, the colossal mecha shadow soldier. Its metallic form, standing at an immense five hundred meters, glinted ominously in the war-torn landscape. Equipped with advanced weaponry and unyielding armor, it was a juggernaut of unstoppable power. Its very presence exuded an air of invincibility as it unleashed its arsenal upon the demon hordes.
"Kuwaahk!!" "Kehgehk!!" The air vibrated with the agonized cries of demons as the onslaught continued. Bodies were flung like rag dolls, torn asunder by the overwhelming force of the giants' blows. Limbs were severed, flesh was shredded, and the battlefield turned into a gruesome tableau of destruction.
Yet, the giants were not isolated in this tumultuous battle. In their wake surged a torrent of shadow soldiers, a legion of darkness united in their purpose. Over one hundred warriors moved with a fluid precision, descending upon the demons with a merciless fury. The demons were helpless before this tide of darkness, their futile resistance easily swept aside.
Amidst the cacophony of destruction, Typhon and Guardian stood as unassailable forces of nature. Every step they took, every strike they delivered, reverberated through the landscape in seismic waves of annihilation. The demons' efforts to rally and fight back crumbled before the overwhelming might of the giants.
The earth itself seemed to quake beneath the giants' might as they advanced, obliterating demons with every step. The chaotic demons fled in disarray, their ranks splintering and breaking beneath the unstoppable onslaught. Amidst this chaotic backdrop, Typhon and Guardian stood as embodiments of apocalypse, symbols of terror that struck dread into even the most powerful of demons.
With every thunderous roar, with every searing beam of energy, the giants proved their dominion over the battlefield. As the battle raged on, it became clear that Typhon and Guardian were the architects of devastation, the true masters of the battlefield. Their power was absolute, their wrath cataclysmic, and their presence an unstoppable force that left demons scattered in their wake.
As Kluh jumped lightly over the heads of demons, crushing their bodies, his wrath surged within him as he grasped one of the demon Knights with an iron grip. With a snarl of pure malice, he swung the unfortunate creature around like a makeshift weapon, its limbs flailing helplessly in the air.
The demon's agonized screams echoed through the chaotic battleground as Kluh used its convulsing form to mercilessly batter through the endless rows of its kin. The sickening sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing filled the air as Kluh's improvised weapon tore through the horde with brutal efficiency. Blood sprayed and limbs were torn asunder, painting the ground in a grotesque tableau of carnage. Each impact sent shockwaves of terror through the other demons, momentarily halting their advance in horrified disbelief.
Amidst the chaos, Kluh's eyes burned with a ruthless intensity as he swung the demon's broken body with increasing force. The very air seemed to shudder with his rage-fueled blows, and the ground became a battlefield of mangled corpses and glistening entrails.
But for all their struggles, the demons proved no match for Kluh's unbridled fury. One after another, they fell to the brutal onslaught, their bodies torn apart by the horrific force of his attack. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Pikachu stood with an air of quiet determination. The air around him crackled with electric energy, his fur standing on end as he channeled the power of lightning through his very being. His eyes glowed with a fierce determination, the embodiment of a force of nature about to be unleashed.
Then, with a bolt of blinding intensity, Pikachu struck. It could hardly be called a battle. It was more akin to the wrath of the gods themselves, a display of power that left the demons stunned and unable to respond in time to his assault. His tiny form became a conduit for a deadly symphony of lightning.
Huge bolts of lightning shaped into wickedly sharp spears rained down upon the hapless demons with little resistance and effort. The sky illuminated in brilliant flashes, each bolt finding its target with unerring accuracy. The ground shook and trembled as the earth absorbed the fierce impact of each strike.
As Pikachu moved, his movements were a blur, his form dancing between bolts of lightning that crashed down. He cut swaths through the demon ranks, his mere presence a harbinger of doom. The demons who dared to approach him met a swift and electrifying end.
Some demons, valiantly trying to put up a fight, confronted Pikachu with a mix of fear and determination. His spears of thunder clashed against the swords of demon Knights, the clash of steel against crackling electricity filling the air. Sparks flew and screams echoed as the demons' futile attempts to match his power were met with quick and brutal defeat.
But through it all, Pikachu remained resolute, his eyes aflame with righteous fury. His loyalty to his lord burned within him, driving him to annihilate every foe in his path. As the last of the demons fell, charred and lifeless, Pikachu stood amidst the wreckage of the battlefield, his fur bristling with the lingering energy of his power.
The air was heavy with the scent of burnt flesh, and the ground was littered with the remains of the vanquished demons. But still the number of demons didn't go down.
"GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" "GURK!" The air was alive with the sinister symphony of death as Swift and Buster moved in perfect harmony, their lethal skills cutting through the chaos like twin blades. With each guttural sound, they executed their assassin's craft with merciless precision, leaving a trail of severed throats and lifeless bodies in their wake.
The demons had no chance against this deadly duo. Swift, with his uncanny speed and agility, darted between the enemy ranks like a phantom. As he literally was invisible. His blades were an extension of his very being, slicing through flesh and bone with a swiftness that belied the violence of his actions. His strikes were surgical, each movement calculated to ensure maximum lethality.
Beside him, Buster moved with a calculated grace that matched his partner's speed. His strikes were deliberate and unerring, his blade finding its mark with unrelenting accuracy. Each "GURK!" that echoed through the air marked another demon falling prey to his deadly expertise. His eyes held a cold determination, the eyes of a man who had embraced the shadows and embraced his role as an instrument of death.
As they danced through the throng of demons, the scene was a whirlwind of flashing steel and splattering gore. The demons' pitiful attempts at defense were met with swift and brutal ends. The ground beneath them became a canvas of carnage, painted with the macabre aftermath of their relentless onslaught.
It was a gruesome ballet, a dance of death performed with deadly elegance. Swift and Buster moved as one, anticipating each other's moves and seamlessly transitioning from one target to the next. The demons were left in a state of shock and terror, their ranks decimated in mere moments.
"Swiss! Boom! Bam! Swiss! Boom! Bam! Swiss! Boom! Bam! Swiss! Boom! Bam!" The air crackled with malevolent energy as the stray bullets of pure concentrated darkness shot forth from Mine's gun. Each beam found its mark with unerring precision, carving through flesh and bone with a ruthless efficiency that left no room for escape.
The demons never stood a chance. They were struck down in a symphony of death, their bodies torn apart by the relentless onslaught of bullets. Stomachs, heads, and hearts were pierced by the lethal beams, and in an instant, life was extinguished from their eyes. They crumpled to the ground, their bodies contorted in agony as huge holes were carved through their forms.
Amidst the chaos, Mine remained perched on the back of the Ice Age mammoth, her stance unwavering, and her gaze locked onto her targets. Her gun was an extension of herself, a conduit for her deadly intent. With every shot, she proved her mastery of the sniper's craft, her superhuman experience evident in the precision of her aim.
The mammoth beneath her was a force of nature in its own right, a massive and fearsome creature that crushed any demon that dared to approach. Its colossal tusks and immense bulk made short work of the demonic horde, leaving a trail of broken bodies in its wake. The ground was littered with the remnants of those foolish enough to challenge the mammoth's might.
As the onslaught continued, the battlefield became a canvas of carnage. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of scorched flesh, and the ground was painted red with the blood of the fallen. The sound of bullets slicing through the air and demons' dying cries created a chilling symphony of destruction.
With each shot, Mine's power seemed to grow stronger. The beams of darkness grew more intense, their impact more devastating. The stronger the enemy, the more formidable her attack became, leaving no room for even the mightiest demons to escape her wrath.
And through it all, Mine remained a figure of lethal grace, her dark pink eyes reflecting a determination born from countless battles. The scene was a testament to her prowess as a sniper, a reminder that in the face of darkness, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Amidst the chaos of battle, Gorr stood tall and resolute, an axe gripped firmly in his right hand. His every movement was a dance of death, a lethal symphony that turned demons into shapeless masses of meat. With each powerful swing of his poleaxe, the air resounded with sickening thuds as bodies crumpled under the force of his blows.
The demons were relentless, converging upon him from all sides in a desperate attempt to overwhelm him. They recognized his strength and sought to counter it with sheer numbers. But Gorr was not to be underestimated. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of destruction that left no room for hesitation.
With a swift thrust of his left hand, Gorr fended off the onslaught of demons' swords that threatened to pierce his flesh. His reflexes were honed to perfection, and in an instant, he turned their weapons against them. Spears and swords that once belonged to the demons were now embedded in the back of their skulls, ending their lives with brutal finality.
But the demons were not to be outdone. Two of them managed to close in on Gorr, their swords finding their mark in the front of his stomach. The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the battlefield as the swords struck his armor, their futile attempts to pierce through met with unyielding resistance.
With a grim determination, Gorr's hand moved in a blur of motion. In a single swift movement, he dispatched the two demons who dared to strike him. Their heads were sent rolling to the ground, their lifeless bodies collapsing in a heap. It was a testament to Gorr's unparalleled combat skills, a display of his ability to turn the tide of battle with a single gesture.
Blood spattered across his armor, a stark reminder of the brutality of the fight. The ground beneath him was littered with the broken bodies of demons, a testament to the carnage he had wrought. Yet, amidst the gore and chaos, Gorr stood undaunted, a warrior forged in the fires of battle.
As the battle raged on, Gorr's resolve remained unshaken. Each swing of his poleaxe was a declaration of his strength, a defiance against the horde of demons that sought to bring him down. With every strike, he carved a path of destruction, his presence a beacon of hope for those who fought alongside him.
And so, amidst the clash of weapons and the screams of demons, Gorr continued to fight. His poleaxe was an extension of his will, a weapon that cleaved through the darkness with unwavering purpose. As the battle raged on, his determination burned brighter, a testament to the indomitable spirit of a warrior who would not be defeated.
In the heart of the battlefield, a formidable assembly of creatures stood as a united front against the unrelenting demon horde. At the forefront was Cerberus, the Gatekeeper of Hell. This massive three-headed dog exuded an aura of raw power and dread. Flames erupted from its maws, bathing demons in scorching fire that reduced them to ashes. With each snarl, each fiery breath, Cerberus sent waves of devastation through the enemy ranks.
Beside Cerberus, Denk the Goblin Champion led his chosen band of troops with unwavering resolve. Two Hobgoblins flanked him, their brutish strength and imposing frames making them an intimidating presence on the battlefield. Three Shamans followed closely, channeling dark magic and curses that weakened the demons' resolve and sowed chaos within their ranks. Denk's own battle prowess was undeniable, his heavy club and well-honed skills crushing demons with ruthless efficiency.
Amidst the fray, Dawn emerged as a beacon of light and hope. A mage who wielded the powers of Light Magic, he radiated an ethereal aura that shone brightly in the midst of the darkness. His spells were blinding bursts of radiance, each casting a devastating light upon the demons. As they withered and shrieked, Dawn's determination remained unyielding, his magic a force to be reckoned with.
And then there was Bumble Bee, a creature that defied expectations with its immense size and ferocity. Resembling a majestic yet deadly bee, it bore resemblance to Mega Beedrill but was enhanced with even greater power. Poison oozed from its stingers, causing agonizing pain to demons who dared to cross its path. Sonic attacks emanated from its wings, a deafening assault that disoriented and incapacitated its enemies.
Together, these extraordinary beings formed an unbreakable line of defense against the demon horde. Cerberus' fire consumed demons with unrelenting fury, while Denk and his troops cleaved through their ranks with a brutal and calculated assault. Dawn's Light Magic dispelled the darkness that sought to engulf the battlefield, and Bumble Bee's toxic stings and sonic onslaught left demons in disarray.
In the midst of the chaos, each member of this diverse and fearsome assembly played their part in a symphony of destruction. Demons fell before them, their bodies torn and mangled, their cries of pain echoing in the air. The shadow soldiers fought with unmatched determination, bolstered by their regenerative abilities that ensured they rose again no matter the extent of their injuries.
As the battle raged on, Cerberus, Denk, Dawn, and Bumble Bee stood united, each a testament to the power and strength of the shadow army. They were more than mere soldiers; they were a force to be reckoned with, a living embodiment of their lord's will. And as their skills and weapons tore through the demon horde, they carved a path of victory amidst the bloodshed and chaos, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.
With a deafening roar that echoed through the battlefield, Zelos emerged like a vengeful specter from the darkest depths. His eyes burned with icy rage as he summoned his power, channeling it into a terrifying onslaught of lethal ice projectiles. The air crackled with the promise of devastation as icicles and balls of frost shot out in every direction, leaving trails of freezing mist in their wake.
"BLAM! BLAM!"
The concussive sound of the ice projectiles impacting their targets reverberated through the chaos of battle. The demons who were unfortunate enough to be in their path had little chance of survival. Icicles pierced through flesh and bone, and balls of ice exploded with a deadly force that left no room for escape. The ground beneath them was painted with a canvas of destruction as bodies fell, frozen and shattered.
"RAAAAAAGH!"
Zelos's voice was a primal roar, a manifestation of his fury and power. He moved with frenetic energy, his movements a blur of icy wrath as he advanced upon his foes. The demons that dared to stand in his lord's way were met with a ruthless demise, their cries drowned out by the sound of their own demise.
In a whirlwind of violence, Zelos closed the distance between himself and an insolent minion that stood before him. With a snarl that bared his icy fangs, he lunged forward, his claws digging into the demon's flesh. His fingers found their mark, gouging away at the creature's eyes in a visceral display of brutality. A sickening crack followed as Zelos's grip tightened, viciously snapping the demon's neck with finality that sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.
Without pause, he turned his attention to the next demon in his path. His foot extended downward with unforgiving force, meeting the demon's skull with a bone-shattering impact. The sickening sound of bone giving way to pressure echoed through the air as the demon's skull was crushed beneath Zelos's relentless assault.
The battlefield was a scene of chaos and carnage, a testament to Zelos's wrath and power. The ground was slick with icy gore, the remnants of demons frozen and shattered by his icy onslaught. Zelos stood amidst the destruction, a harbinger of death and frost, his chest heaving with intensity of battle.