Novel Full Chapter 468: Joining The Fight Uninvited
Chapter 468: Joining The Fight Uninvited
Boooooom!
The ground shook long before the warriors saw the source of the disturbance.
At first, it was only a distant tremor—barely enough to jostle the loose stones beneath their boots. But then the vibrations grew, rolling across the plains like the steady beat of a war drum.
The wind shifted, carrying a stench so foul it felt like decay itself was being blown across the land.
Commander Haldric wiped the blood from his cheek and scanned the battlefield ahead. “Formation!” he shouted, voice hoarse from hours of fighting. “Shields up! Push the wounded back! Another batch of these evil things is coming!”
Dozens of battered warriors obeyed, forming a ragged semicircle around their injured comrades. Their armor was cracked, some held together by rope or demon hide. Their weapons were chipped, dulled, sticky with black blood. Sweat and exhaustion clung to them like a second skin.
They had fought from sunrise to sunset against demons and sometimes even stray mana beasts… and now the sun was bleeding into the horizon.
It felt fitting.
“Sir!” a scout cried as he stumbled back into formation. “T-the eastern flank collapsed. No reinforcements incoming.”
Haldric gritted his teeth. “No reinforcements left to send.”
They all knew it.
They were part of a border division stationed outside the kingdom’s southeastern wall. A scouting group, meant to investigate demonic disturbances reported by travelers.
They expected small fry and for some unfortunate reason, they found an army.
Not a trained one. Not an organized one. But a swarm—hundreds of demons pouring from the cracked earth like a flood, slaughtering everything in their path.
New variants mixed with the normal ones. Some unstable, some oddly strong, but all bloodthirsty.
These warriors had slain hundreds of demons and yet, another batch had now descended upon them.
“Hold the line!” Haldric roared as he drove his sword through a lunging demon’s throat. “We fall here, the kingdom loses its first warning!”
But even as he spoke, he knew the truth.
They could not hold much longer. And it was only a matter of time before they would all fall.
A larger demon, one of the warped new ones, charged at the center line, barreling through two warriors as if their bodies were made of straw. It opened its jagged mouth and screeched loud enough to rattle bones.
Another warrior stepped up, trembling, spear in hand. “I-I’ll—”
He never finished.
The demon crushed him under its claws. The claws dug into the warrior and he was sliced into multiple large chunks. All of his parts and Innards splattering to the floor like waste.
Their morale immediately plummeted.
A young soldier, barely past eighteen, fell to his knees, sobbing. “We’re dead… we’re all dead…”
“No one dies unless I say so!” Haldric barked and forced the boy back to his feet. “Get your head out of your ass and get back into the fight! If you still have strength, run back to get reinforcements!”
But even Haldric’s eyes flickered with fear. They were surrounded on three sides. Every breath tasted of ash and blood. Every swing of a weapon felt heavier than the last.
A woman with a broken arm dropped beside him. “Commander… if we fall… tell my family—”
“Stand up,” he snapped. “Save your words for after we survive.”
She pushed herself up with a weak smile. “Aye, commander.”
The demons screeched again, pressing closer. Dozens. Then more. And more still.
A warrior whispered, “Where’s the kingdom’s main force? Why hasn’t anyone noticed the explosions?”
“These plains are large,” another muttered bitterly. “By the time someone notices, we’ll be corpses.”
They braced themselves.
Haldric’s sword wavered. A silence fell for the briefest heartbeat. Then came the sound.
BOOM!
A massive explosion shook the western area of the battlefield.
Dust surged into the sky.
All heads snapped toward the sound.
“What was that?”
“Another demon?”
“No… that felt different.”
Before they could speak further, the ground trembled again.
Tudum! Tudum! Tudum!
A rhythmic pounding.
The sound was both fast and steady. Even worse, the sound was approaching, growing louder with each pound.
A warrior squinted into the distance. “Something’s coming… fast.”
Haldric turned toward the horizon.
At first, he saw nothing.
Then…
A speck.
A shadow.
No, two shadows. One man and one beast.
And they were coming straight toward the battlefield like streaks of white fire slicing through the dusk.
Haldric’s breath hitched.
“That speed… impossible…”
The young soldier whispered, “Is… is that a reinforcement?”
“No.” The commander shook his head slowly. “No banner. No colors. No formation.”
“Then who?”
Before they could finish, the demons surged again, crashing against their failing line.
Cries rang out.
Swords clashed.
Blood sprayed.
The warriors were dragged back into the chaos, and hope faded once more.
Whoever was coming… they prayed it wasn’t another monster.
Fortunately, their prayers were answered.
~~~~~
Damien saw the battlefield long before he reached it.
Skylar had sensed the explosions first, but Damien had dismissed the wyvern with a tap of his fingers.
He wanted something else for this fight. A summon with speed and savagery.
A summon that would answer the scent of demons with primal hunger.
“Fenrir,” he whispered. “Summon Fenrir.”
A ripple of white essence shot across the plains as the summon materialized, massive and silent, eyes glinting like cold moons. Fenrir lowered itself, waiting for Damien to climb on.
Damien mounted him with a faint, amused smile tugging at his lips.
“You ready? We’ll be joining the fight uninvited.”
Fenrir rumbled deep in its chest.
“That’s what I thought.”
They took off.
The wind screamed past Damien’s ears as Fenrir dashed across the plains, a blur of white streaking through the tall grass. Demonic essence thickened the air as the battlefield came into view. It was a mess of bodies, fire, and despair.
Dozens of warriors surrounded. Hundreds of demons advancing. The humans’ defenses were crumbling like sand.
“They’re not going to last five more minutes,” Damien murmured.
Fenrir growled distastefully. He knew too. There were too many demons and not enough humans.
Damien leaned forward slightly.
“Let’s clean up.”
Fenrir accelerated.
Grass bent and tore under each stride. The ground shook. Dust spiraled behind them as their speed doubled, then tripled.
A demon variant on the outskirts turned its head just in time to see Damien flash past.
Its body fell in two pieces a second later.
The warriors didn’t notice at first. They were too focused on their own struggle. Too drenched in blood and fatigue to look anywhere but forward.
Until Damien cast a spell that caused a huge explosion.
Booooom!
Dust rise but amidst the dust, he could see clearly.
That was also when Damien spotted him.
The commander, covered in cuts, breathing raggedly, fighting with desperation rather than technique.
Damien exhaled.
“Let’s give them something to live for.”
Fenrir roared.
It was a chilling sound, deep, ancient, powerful enough to echo across the battlefield. Every demon paused. Every warrior froze.
Heads turned.
They saw Damien.
A rider on a white beast charging through the demon ranks like death incarnate.
Demons lunged at him from both sides.
Fenrir tore through them with a brutality that matched its look. It was proof that Damien was right. It was they right Simon for such a job.
Fenrir was busy , crunching in bones, ripping limbs, shredding bodies with unrelenting ferocity.
Damien also didn’t slow, neither did he hesitate.
A demon leaped toward him.
Damien grabbed it by the throat mid-charge and slammed its skull into the earth as they passed, not even glancing back.
Another demon swung from the left.
Damien’s blade flashed once.
The creature’s head rolled away like a kicked stone.
The warriors gasped collectively.
“W-who is that?!”
“I’ve never seen someone fight like that!”
“The beast—what is that beast?!”
Haldric didn’t speak.
He couldn’t.
Because the man riding toward them… was smiling.
Not with cruelty.
Not with madness but with confidence.
As if this entire battlefield was nothing more than a warm-up.
As if hundreds of demons weren’t enough to make him worry.
As if saving them wasn’t a burden, but a casual decision he had made on a whim.
Damien guided Fenrir toward the densest cluster of demons.
“Good warm-up,” he murmured. “Let’s finish quickly.”
Fenrir howled again and threw himself into the horde with wild, unstoppable force.
Damien jumped off mid-charge, landing in the center of the demonic flood.
Dozens of demons converged at once. ’Perfect.’
He smiled wider.
“Let’s dance.”
He dashed into the fray, fists and blade moving with lethal grace. Every motion was sharp. Efficient. Devastating. Demons fell in waves around him—bisected, crushed, or left crumpled in the dirt without even understanding how they died.
The warriors stood frozen, staring.
The tide of battle had shifted in an instant.
What had been certain death a moment ago was becoming a massacre in the opposite direction.
Haldric finally found his voice. “Everyone, support him! Push forward! Kill anything he doesn’t!”
The warriors roared. Hope. Real hope, flooded back into their eyes.
They charged.
The demons, once overwhelming, now howled in disarray as Damien tore through their formation, unstoppable.
Fenrir fought at his side, snow-white blur weaving through black bodies.
Luton, still resting somewhere back in the forest, would’ve cried with jealousy. But it was busy with something else Damien had given it.
The mission of finding out where these demons kept pouring out from and the mission of devouring them all.
Damien finished another demon with a clean strike and glanced toward the kingdom in the distance.
He turned back to the battlefield, his eyes sharp and voice low.
“Let’s end this.”
And he charged back into the sea of demons, with the warriors surging behind him. They had found a reason to survive this battle.