Novel Full Chapter 145: The Immovable Wall
Chapter 145: Chapter 145: The Immovable Wall
Chapter 145: The Immovable Wall
High above the burning city, Draven Mordis stood on the glass balcony and watched his squad plummet toward the earth.
His featureless white mask hid a pair of incredibly cold, calculating eyes. Draven watched the Null-Fiends tear through the streets below.
He analyzed their biology with perfect clarity. Their obsidian scales were designed to be perfect sponges for elemental mana. Fire, water, and lightning spells only fed them.
But magic and physics were two very different concepts.
’You can absorb a fireball,’ Draven thought pragmatically.
’But you cannot absorb the kinetic momentum of a falling meteor. My SSS-Rank Conceptual Vector Authority is not an element. It is raw, physical force.’
Draven heard the distant screams of the dying civilians. He did not look away, nor did he feel a sudden urge to play the righteous savior. He hardened his Warlord heart.
This temporary, tragic loss of life was the grim, unavoidable price required to draw the hidden Cult army fully into the light. Now that the monsters were in the open, the true slaughter could begin.
He let the Warlord’s calculus settle in his mind and turned his attention to the drop.
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Hundreds of stories below, the wind roared violently against Aegon and Bram.
The two heavy frontline fighters were in a terrifying freefall. The kinetic spheres provided by their Captain negated the lethal terminal velocity, but the sheer speed of their descent was still blinding.
Aegon looked over at his massive friend. He did not need to shout over the wind. They had run this simulation a hundred times in the ruins of the Wildlands.
Bram simply gripped his heavy titan-stone shield and nodded.
Down in the central plaza, Sector Four was a vision of pure nightmare.
Over a thousand terrified citizens were bottlenecked in front of a heavily reinforced civilian evacuation tunnel. The massive steel blast doors had jammed halfway down.
The crowd pushed forward in a blind panic, trampling over each other to escape the toxic purple gas flooding the streets.
"Please! Let us through!" a desperate mother cried out, shielding her sobbing young son with her own body.
"The gates are jammed! We are trapped!" a man in the front row screamed in total terror, pulling frantically at the heavy metal doors.
Fifty yards away, a pack of thirty Level 150 Null-Fiends spotted the trapped crowd. The sleek, four-armed shadow beasts turned their hollow, bone-masked faces toward the tunnel. They let out a synchronized, metallic screech and charged.
A desperate squad of ten Vanguard Knights stood between the monsters and the civilians.
"Hold the line!" the Vanguard Knight Captain roared, his voice cracking with fear.
"Fire formation! Do not let them reach the tunnel!"
The Knights leveled their staffs and unleashed a massive, concentrated wall of blazing fire magic. The inferno washed over the charging Null-Fiends.
The monsters did not even flinch. They ran directly through the flames. Their jagged obsidian scales eagerly drank the elemental mana, absorbing the heat entirely.
The beasts grew larger, their liquid shadow muscles swelling with stolen power.
The Vanguard Knights lowered their staffs in sheer despair. Their magic was completely useless.
"Gods save us," the Captain whispered, bracing his sword for a brutal death.
BOOM!
The concrete plaza shattered like fragile glass.
Chunks of asphalt and twisted metal flew into the air as two figures slammed into the ground directly in front of the Vanguard Knights. The sheer kinetic shockwave of their landing threw the leading Null-Fiends off balance.
The dust cleared instantly.
Bram stood tall in front of the evacuation tunnel. He looked like an undeniable giant.
"Get behind me!" Bram roared, his voice echoing with the heavy, booming resonance of a true Titan.
Bram stepped forward and violently slammed the bottom edge of his massive titan-stone shield directly into the cracked pavement.
He did not cast a glowing, fragile magic barrier. He reached his mana deep into the tectonic plates buried far beneath the artificial city.
[Titan’s Bulwark.]
The ground violently shook. A colossal, fifty-foot-thick wall of hyper-compressed, jagged physical rock erupted from the earth.
The massive stone barricade curved around the evacuation tunnel, sealing the civilians and the Vanguard Knights behind an impenetrable fortress of raw matter.
The pack of charging Null-Fiends could not stop their momentum. They slammed face-first into the towering earth wall.
Because the wall was made of pure physical rock and not magical energy, the Null-Fiends could not absorb it. A sickening chorus of cracking sounds echoed through the plaza as their "magic-immune" bone masks shattered violently against Bram’s defense.
Behind the wall, Bram gritted his teeth. He felt the colossal weight of the earth pressing against his mana pathways. His core expanded rapidly.
He felt the terrifying, hungry threshold of Level 100 scraping against his soul. He was the unbreakable foundation of a Warlord’s army.
Beside him, Aegon watched the surviving beasts stumble back from the wall.
Aegon knew his usual explosive fire spells would just feed the monsters. Draven had trained him to be a tactical Warlord, not a mindless brute.
Aegon gripped his dark metal spear with both hands. He forcefully grabbed his volatile Blood Fire and compressed it deeply inward. Instead of letting the flames explode outward, he wrapped the fire suffocatingly tight around the steel blade of his weapon.
The dark metal instantly glowed a blinding, terrifying white-hot. Aegon turned his magical fire into a vibrating, physical plasma edge.
[Blood Fire Art: Crimson Guillotine.]
"My turn," Aegon declared, his eyes burning with intense crimson light.
Aegon sprinted forward. He used Bram’s massive, armored shoulder as a springboard. Aegon vaulted completely over the fifty-foot Titan’s Bulwark and dropped directly into the center of the recovering Null-Fiend pack.
The slaughter began immediately.
A massive shadow beast lunged at Aegon, swinging two razor-sharp claws at his head. Aegon dipped low, feeling the wind of the strike brush past his hair. He twisted his hips and thrust the super-heated plasma spear upward.
The Crimson Guillotine pierced directly through the beast’s thick bone armor like a hot knife gliding through butter.
The physical heat instantly cauterized the wound, burning the beast’s dark flesh and completely stopping the toxic purple gas from leaking out.
The monster shrieked in agony, but Aegon did not give it a single second to recover.
Aegon ripped the spear free and spun on his heel. His combat movements were a flawless, violent dance. He parried a heavy strike from a second beast, redirected its kinetic momentum, and swept his spear in a massive, horizontal arc.
A brilliant flash of crimson light illuminated the dark plaza.
The super-heated plasma blade cleanly decapitated three Level 150 Null-Fiends in a single, fluid motion. Their headless shadow bodies collapsed heavily onto the concrete.
Aegon’s blood was boiling with adrenaline. He felt a massive, intoxicating rush of experience points flooding into his core with every kill. The Level 100 barrier was practically begging to be broken.
He moved through the pack like an undeniable menace, carving through the monsters that had brought the city to its knees just minutes ago.
Behind the safety of the wall, the surviving Vanguard Knights peaked around the edge of the stone. They stared at the carnage in sheer awe.
The terrifying beasts that had just shrugged off their strongest magic were being systematically dismantled in close-quarters combat.
The masked spearman was a walking disaster area, and the giant holding the shield looked like a mythical god of earth.
Within sixty seconds, the entire pack of thirty Null-Fiends was reduced to cauterized, smoking corpses.
Aegon stood perfectly still in the center of the battlefield. He flicked his wrist, shaking the remaining black gore off his glowing spear.
Bram lowered the massive earth wall just enough to step over the rubble. The heavy tank walked forward, his boots crushing the shattered obsidian scales beneath him.
He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his Second-in-Command, forming an impenetrable two-man front line.
The Vanguard Knight Captain slowly walked out from the tunnel entrance. His sword was still shaking in his hand. The civilians behind him peered out, weeping tears of pure relief.
"By the gods," a young Knight whispered, staring at the cauterized corpses.
The Captain approached Aegon and Bram. He looked at their featureless masks and their highly advanced, custom weaponry.
He knew every single elite squad in Bastion Six, but he had never seen these warriors before in his life.
"We owe you our lives," the Captain said, his voice filled with deep, genuine respect.
"You just saved hundreds of my people. Who are you?"
Aegon rested the glowing shaft of his spear against his shoulder. He looked at the Vanguard Captain, his voice perfectly modulated and calm behind the mask.
"We are the Eclipse Hunters," Aegon answered firmly.
"We work for the Embracing Hands."