Chapter 1315: The Wolfborne

On the downtrodden outskirts of Vale Sangaris, a battlefield filled with reminders of war and death, a wave of malevolence spread in the air as the atmosphere took a dark turn.

Thud!

Bang!

Tremor!

Over a span of 100 kilometers started rumbling as a massive fleet of hovering vehicles, tanks, and ginormous beasts helmed by soldiers suddenly marched forth.

Shriek!

The sky darkened, and it wasn’t because of clouds but because of a swarm of warships that filled the vast expanse above the ground.

Battlebarges that spanned 15 to 20 kilometers, warships that acted like terrifying and massive machine guns, and moth-like, flying ships similar to fighter jets completely took over the command of the skies.

Rumble!

Tremble!

On the other side of Vale Sangaris, a similar occurrence took place, but instead of well-composed and disciplined armies... a massive and terrifying number of rabid and feral demonic creatures ran like a mindless wave of death machines, ready to tear apart everything that came into their sight.

Most of these monstrous creatures had red as well as black skin, while many had multiple legs and arms. While most weren’t armed like proper troops, they still held a lot of blunt and melee weapons to fight properly.

Rawrrr!!

Grrr!!!

Many roared and grunted like they were looking for blood, while some seemed genuinely hungry for flesh and blood.

Some demons had horned protrusions coming out of their bodies, while some resembled a lot of wildlife animals based on their physical structure.

And among this endless hive, many four-legged beasts were used as mounts, and some were armed with long-range projectiles such as arrows, harpoons, and even magical guns on their back.

Compared to a normal human army, the average warrior from this group seemed to be at least twice as large and naturally armed with claws and large teeth.

Among the Khorne Empire’s army... there were large beasts that resembled dinosaurs and yaks, carrying siege weaponry and ammunition. And every single one of such beasts was being controlled by an elite or a lord-rank monster.

The army that looked abrasive and badly put together... had its own formal ranks and hierarchy that their enemies simply did not understand.

And now... these massive armies were about to collide in a battle that would simply end with only carnage of unfathomable degree.

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On the Abyss Empire’s side was one vanguard troop, filled with a thousand warriors, all of whom wore black armor while wielding a variety of melee weapons and shields of all different shapes and sizes.

The Chapter leading the vanguard was called the Wolfborne. And what this Chapter specialized in was leading the charge with melee warriors who also used some ranged weapons.

But they were akin to a large wall that could take many hits and also hit back like a truck.

And most of their ranks were filled with at least one or two Semi-Saint captains and lieutenants, while even the weakest member was a peak Master Rank warrior.

The stronger you were, the more priority you had to lead the front lines of the troops.

But what gave this Chapter its name was the one common trait among them.

That all of them... were Werewolves.

Yes, this particular Chapter among the Doom Templars was made of furries.

All you needed to do was pet them and throw a ball once in a while to tame them.

However, that was not applicable on an active battlefield, as they used their fiendish fervor to tear apart their enemies.

Thud!

Thud!

Rumble!

"Their eyes shall shed tears of terror!" spoke a man hovering in the air above this Chapter’s warriors.

"Their eyes shall shed tears of terror!" shouted the Wolfbornes in unison as if it was their battle cry.

"Their bones shall writhe in agony." said the saint warrior with golden ornaments over his armor.

Like medals achieved in war, his armor bore these ornaments as a testament to his military achievements.

"Their soul shall dread this moment, that they chose to fight against the army of the one true god... the God of Darkness." declared the man with braided hair and beard.

"For they, who believe in the false god... will be purged from this world." shouted the saint as he brandished his large battleaxe that emanated a frosty aura.

His eyes were filled with dangerous hatred for the enemies as his body quivered in beastly rage.

"We are the executioners of his will. We are his wrath manifested!" bellowed the Chapter master as he led his warriors.

He was an ice elemental warrior who used a giant battleaxe and was almost 200 years old, as he was a Peak 4th-stage saint.

Werewolves were not like the Lycanthropes who remained in their beastly form their entire lives, and neither were they Fenrirborne who had the bloodline of the Godbeast Fenrir in noticeable quantity.

Even someone with 2 to 3% bloodline purity of the Fenrir was strong enough to become a powerful saint themselves... and luckily, the Chapter master was one of those unique individuals who was born in the hidden Abyss Empire.

And similar to many battles that happened during the Great War...

While the ground forces are fighting each other, the saints would be fighting in the sky, within a magic formation that stops their attacks from leaking out to normal soldiers.

It was a common practice to protect the foot soldiers as well as let Saints finish their fights at the same time without someone just flattening all the forces at the same time.

And the Wolfborne in their human forms themselves were about the size of an average Doom Templar due to their augmentation surgeries, but once they took their bestial form, the size, which was 3 meters tall on average... would turn into 5 to 6 meters tall monsters matching the size of giant demons themselves.

"My brothers... today, we prove why we are the most worthy to lead the assault.

Today, we write our names in the annals of history. Let everyone know... the might of the Wolfborne!" shouted the Chapter Master.

The name of the Chapter Master was Drevon Blackhound. And in his eyes, he was not looking at the fearsome army of the Khorne Empire.

He was looking at the prey whose blood he would taste.