Legion Deployment
The massive gear-laden gates of Steel City swung open with a deafening roar, as if a colossal steel beast had awakened and bellowed its challenge toward the north. A flood of 790,000 allied troops began the largest northward expedition in the history of the Muret Continent.
The marching order had been meticulously refined by the nine monarchs and their council of strategists to maximize each race's strengths while ensuring mutual support:
Vanguard Legion (Spear of the Razor Edge)
Led by Soul King Erebus, with Beast King Nuti Ursa and Wing King Wyrselon acting in coordination.
- The Soul Body race forms the core. Immune to physical fatigue, their spirit forms ignore many ground traps and obstacles, and they can directly assault enemy souls to disrupt formations. The summoned spectral knights and soul-crystal behemoths serve as perfect path-clearing vanguards.
- The Beastman legions follow closely behind. Once the Soul Body forces tear open a breach or shatter the enemy line, the Beastman berserkers charge in with unmatched ferocity for bloody close-quarters slaughter, expanding the breakthrough. Kayla and General Father General Kyle are positioned within this legion, acting as the spearhead that rips apart enemy lines.
- The Wing race legion circles above the vanguard. They handle high-altitude reconnaissance, early warning, and stand ready to dive-bomb enemy ranged units, command vulnerabilities, and counter the Doomsday Rebirth variant winged beings, securing the skies over the vanguard and sharing aerial intelligence with the Soul Body forces. Celestia streaks through the air at extreme speed, serving as liaison and rapid-response unit.
Main Battle Line (Body of Unyielding Rock)
Led by Human King Aldrich, with Dwarf King Secret Forging Titan and the Elder of the Black Shell (representing the Reptilian race) in joint command.
- The Dwarf legions form the sturdiest defensive core of the main line. Their heavy-armored infantry, runed war chariots, and mobile artillery platforms create an iron wall against frontal assaults. TISK moves among the Dwarf engineering teams, performing on-the-spot battlefield repairs and reinforcements.
- The Human legions, the most numerous, constitute the backbone of the main force. Disciplined and steady in formation, they serve as both a powerful reserve and the foundation for holding the line and conducting positional warfare. Large numbers of human mages and priests are integrated here, providing wide-area magical support and healing.
- The Reptilian legions excel at irregular guerrilla tactics that exploit the environment. Scattered along the flanks and weaker sections of the main line, they use swamp spells, poison mists, and stealth to ambush any enemy attempting a flank attack, safeguarding the army's vulnerable sides. Zhamisi is active in this sector.
- Stone People (giant stone golems) are also deployed here. Brought by the Dark Elves, these towering entities move slowly but possess unparalleled defensive strength and destructive power. Positioned at the most critical points of the battle line, they function as mobile fortresses, absorbing the fiercest enemy charges or breaching heavily fortified positions.
Rear Guard & Flanks (Wings of Resilient Spirit)
Led by Elf Queen Sylvia Sunshine, with Sea Queen Fishlena Vortex and Dark Elf King Malagoth in coordination.
- The Elf legions (Sunlight and Dark Elves) form a formidable force of magic and long-range firepower. Sunlight Elves provide healing magic, nature divine spells, and precise archery, while Dark Elves contribute shadow magic, stealth assassinations, and stellar arcane arts—creating perfect synergy. They are positioned behind the main line, delivering powerful covering fire and status support. Arya and Lin Ya are located here.
- The Dark Elves' War Ancient Trees are assigned to this section. These ancient awakened trees serve as potent long-range siege units (hurling giant boulders, summoning earth spikes) and can advance to the front line when needed. Their rooting ability effectively counters the spread of Blightground Vines, resonating with Lin Ya's power.
- The Sea race legion secures the army's flanks and supply lines, using their amphibious nature to build bridges across water obstacles or launch surprise attacks when bodies of water are encountered. Yuyuer serves as their key liaison with the main force.
- This formation also allows Salsa to shuttle freely between front and rear, relaying intelligence and summoning undead reinforcements to critical points. Rex remains in the main line, utilizing his reconnaissance and analytical abilities to coordinate battlefield information, while supporting all sectors with long-range artillery and drone swarms.
The grand army set out, its vast column stretching dozens of miles, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky. Banners of every race fluttered in the wind; war chants, horns, war drums, and the rhythmic tramp of countless boots blended into a majestic yet somber symphony of war, rolling northward.
Along the route, the wilderness beasts had already fled in terror from the overwhelming momentum and murderous aura. Ferocious magical beasts and ordinary animals alike scattered in panic, fleeing this unstoppable tide.
The northward march revealed a harrowing scene. The farther north they traveled, the more desolate the land became, and the deeper the scars of war. Abandoned villages stood as charred ruins; gnawed livestock bones lay scattered; fields had turned to wasteland; streams ran with unnatural, eerie colors. The withered remnants of Blightground Vines remained like festering wounds on the earth, still radiating faint malevolent energy. Many town fortifications had been violently demolished—walls bore scorch marks from energy weapons and enormous claw prints, as though ravaged by some terrifying giant beast. The air carried a faint stench of blood and decay, coupled with an unsettling silence: even the most common birds and small animals had long since vanished.
The climate in the Northern Frontier grew extreme and bizarre. One moment, howling gales hurled ice shards against armor with sharp clangs; the next, thick fog rolled in, with twisted shadows flickering within it, instilling mental oppression and dread. In some areas the sky turned an ominous purple-red, crossed by silent green lightning—phenomena caused by highly concentrated chaotic energy. The nighttime cold bit to the bone; even roaring campfires could not dispel the chill rising from deep within the earth.
The allied advance was not without difficulty. Doomsday Rebirth had laid countless traps: concealed alchemical mines, camouflaged plants that spewed corrosive acid, runic arrays that induced heart-stopping fear, and even small-scale spatial distortions. Yet thanks to the army's sheer numbers, diverse racial abilities, and high state of alertness, losses from these traps were kept to a minimum. Soul Bodies ignored physical traps; Elf and Dark Elf mages jointly detected and dispelled magical ones; Dwarf engineers skillfully neutralized mechanical devices. Though caution slowed their pace slightly, the army pressed steadily northward.
After three days of arduous marching, the allied forces finally reached their destination—the edge of the Eternal Frost Wasteland, where the Sanctum of the Northern Nest lay.
The sight before them stole the breath even from the most battle-hardened warriors.
In the distance stood a fortress beyond words—both majestic and horrifying. Its main structure was not conventional stone or steel, but countless writhing, intertwining, swelling tri-colored Blightground Vines! Crimson vines pulsed like gigantic blood vessels, throbbing with searing energy; ink-green vines oozed viscous poison, forming a natural moat; ghostly-blue vines radiated biting cold, encasing the fortress surface in a layer of never-melting eternal ice. This living fortress towered into the clouds, its form subtly shifting as though it were a gigantic malevolent entity endowed with life.
Before the fortress waited an endless black sea of enemy troops, equal in scale to the allied army! Winged scouts, braving great danger, reported an initial estimate: the enemy force likely numbered between 700,000 and 800,000.
This Doomsday Rebirth army was a grotesque and terrifying assembly:
- The front ranks consisted of densely packed combat androids, their armor gleaming with cold light, formations perfectly disciplined, weapons modules uniform, silence pregnant with killing intent.
- Mixed among the mechanical legions were hordes of grotesque, muscle-swollen, madly glaring variant human soldiers and variant beastmen.
- The sky was blotted out by clouds of variant winged beings, shrieking shrilly, their wing shapes wildly diverse—some insect-like, others resembling angels fused with demons.
- Within the ranks stood blood-robed Blood Elf mage battalions chanting sinister incantations, their blood-magic auras enveloping nearby allies.
- The ground constantly writhed as endless legions of undead—skeletons and zombies raised from the fallen—climbed out of the frozen soil, green soulfire burning in their eye sockets.
- There were also numerous indescribable bio-engineered chimeric monstrosities, clearly the product of gene-splicing experiments, brimming with aggression.
- Most striking of all were the tri-colored Plant-Human hybrids standing motionless in the formation—bodies partially fused with Blightground Vines, as though the vines themselves had taken humanoid form, radiating eerie vitality and destructive impulse.
At the highest point of the living vine fortress, several figures slowly emerged into view.
At the forefront stood Roman Chronos. He towered atop the battlements, left eye a deep emerald imbued with virulent poison, right eye a roiling sea of blood-red destruction. Even from across the battlefield, the terrifying pressure he exuded caused a faint ripple of unease in the allied front ranks. His aura was even deeper and more unfathomable than Queen Sylvia had described—a blend of ancient wisdom, pure madness, and a chilling, near-divine indifference.
To his left stood Mandras, body entirely wrapped in red, blue, and green vines, only a pair of deep purple eyes visible. The vines writhed like living serpents, resonating with the living fortress beneath his feet. To his right was Maris, whose flowing living-metal body gleamed with ghostly blue and dark gold in the frigid air; the geometric optical sensors on his head coldly scanned the armies below, devoid of any emotion.
Slightly lower and forward on the fortress, four more powerful auras erupted skyward—the Doomsday Rebirth commanders who held sway over the vast army below:
- Virginia's figure appeared faintly at a command nexus, her hooded gaze full of calculation.
- Cthulhu's soul form seemed fully restored—indeed even more solid—surrounded by wails of phantom souls.
- Sister's lips curved in an evil smile as she toyed with a pulsing blood-colored energy sphere.
- Shux roared, his massive body bearing the marks of recent modifications, his single eye blazing with savage battle intent.
The two armies faced each other in silence: more than 1.5 million souls locked in a deadly standoff across the frozen wasteland. Swords drawn, tension strung tight as a fully drawn bowstring; clashing energies warped the very air. The atmosphere of the final apocalyptic battle pressed down on every living being, making breath itself feel heavy.
In the midst of this absolute stillness, Roman Chronos's voice rang out. It was not loud, yet strangely it pierced the entire battlefield, clear in the ears of every allied soldier—calm in a way that chilled the soul:
"You finally arrived. A little later than I anticipated, but you made it here in the end." His gaze seemed to cut through the countless ranks and land directly on Elf Queen Sylvia Sunshine.
"Sylvia Sunshine, my old comrade-in-arms, the Dawn Lion Legion's Light-Chaser." His tone held no mockery—only statement. "Look at you, leading this patchwork coalition of every decaying and divided remnant of the old world, coming before me. All to defend a past that is already doomed."
Sylvia Sunshine rose into the air, her silver-moon eyes meeting Roman's terrifying gaze without flinching. Her voice rang clear and resolute, carrying across the entire field:
"Roman Chronos! Look beneath your feet! Look at those around you! Is this what you call 'rebirth'? A living fortress built from endless stolen life? An army twisted from the flesh and souls of the innocent? This is not evolution—this is utter corruption and madness! You have long abandoned the original dream we once shared: to explore the world and protect all that is good!"
Roman gently shook his head, the blood-light in his right eye slowly swirling: "Original dream? Sylvia, you remain so naive. Back then, we only saw the surface rot of this world's systems. But I saw the root. Racial boundaries, individual greed, resource conflicts… these cancers have already penetrated to the marrow of this world. Minor repairs are meaningless."
He spread his arms as though embracing the entire battlefield, the entire world: "Only total destruction can bring pure rebirth. I will dismantle every fragment of this old world and use its wreckage as nourishment to cultivate the truly perfect, harmonious, eternal 'New Species'! They will have no racial divisions, no useless emotions, no birth, aging, sickness, or death. They will usher in a brand-new chapter for the Muret Continent under absolute order and reason! This is not corruption, Sylvia… this is ascension! The ultimate realization of the dream we once held!"
"A 'ascension' bought with the lives of billions is worthless!" Sylvia retorted fiercely. "Every life has the right to choose its own future—not to be sacrificed on the altar of your mad experiments! The 'perfect world' you pursue is nothing but an empty throne built on countless agonies and departed souls!"
"Rights? Choices?" The venomous green in Roman's left eye suddenly flared. "Weak lifeforms have no right to choose—they only circle endlessly toward self-destruction. I will grant them eternal 'existence' in the new world. That is the greatest mercy and gift."
His voice abruptly turned ice-cold, carrying the finality of an irrevocable verdict: "Enough words. Old races—since you choose to embrace the end… then here, beneath the Northern Cliffs, offer your last blood and struggle as the grand opening overture for my new world!"
With those words, he slowly raised his hand.
In an instant, the entire Doomsday Rebirth army sprang to life like a wound-up slaughter machine! Combat androids' energy weapons began charging, variant creatures unleashed earth-shaking roars, the undead tide surged forward, and Blood Elf spell radiance lit the sky!
On the allied side, the nine monarchs roared in unison!
"For the Alliance! For Muret! Advance—!"
"For everyone! Crush them!"
"For the Heart of the Mountains! Charge!"
"Purge the evil!"
One and a half million troops collided like two colossal tidal waves across the frozen wasteland. The battle of the end had erupted!
Chapter 159: The Prelude to the Bloody Battle of the Northern Cliffs
On the Frozen Wastes, the clash of over 1.5 million troops on each side unfolded like the ultimate collision of two worldviews—one side embodying the twisted fusion of technology and magic, representing the mad ideals of the Doomsday Rebirth organization; the other a diverse alliance of races, technology, and innovation, defending the natural order of the Murette continent. This Northern Expedition War raged for five days and four nights, every moment interwoven with blood and fire, the cold precision of technology mingling with the brilliant splendor of magic, painting a brutal canvas of a future where technology and magic coexisted in savagery. Countless lives withered across this icy wasteland, the wails of the undead blending with the roar of machinery into a prelude to the end.
Day One: The Initial Clash and the Tide of the Undead
The moment war erupted, the Doomsday Rebirth legion surged forward like unleashed wild beasts. Roman Chronos's orders rang out like sacred decrees, activating the entire army. The combat robot legions charged first—hundreds of thousands of silver-gray steel behemoths marching in perfect unison, layered energy shields forming a moving steel wall. Their weapon modules charged simultaneously, unleashing blue-white ion beams and high-explosive missiles that instantly turned the alliance's vanguard positions into seas of fire. Mutated winged soldiers descended from the sky like storm clouds, dropping swarms of acid bombs that corroded the earth and caused the spiritual forms of the front-line soul-body tribe warriors to warp and distort slightly.
Under the command of Soul King Erebus, the alliance vanguard met them head-on fearlessly. The soul-body tribe army feared no physical attacks; their ethereal forms passed straight through the robots' shields, charging into enemy ranks and summoning countless ghostly knights and spectral beasts. These spectral giants opened their bloody maws, devouring the energy cores of the machines, causing robots to emit piercing short-circuit screeches before collapsing. Erebus himself acted, unleashing a soulfire burst that transformed into an invisible spiritual shockwave, instantly shattering the wills of hundreds of mutated soldiers, leaving them limp on the ground—ripe for undead conversion.
The tide of the undead began from this moment. Cthulhu laughed as he waved his tentacles, summoning thousands upon thousands of death legions from beneath the frozen soil—these were soldiers fallen in prior battles, now transformed into painless zombies and skeletons. They surged toward the alliance like a gray tidal wave, claws and teeth tearing at anything living. Erebus countered without hesitation, forcibly pulling back the souls of the alliance's newly fallen—soul-body tribe and beastmen warriors—turning them into pale ghostly legions that clashed with Cthulhu's undead in an undead-versus-undead slaughter. The battlefield filled with wails as the dead on both sides were summoned, destroyed, and resummoned in an endless cycle of death. The soul-body tribe held the advantage in flexibility, their summons ignoring terrain, while Cthulhu's undead overwhelmed through sheer numbers, turning the front line into a chaotic meat grinder.
Beastman King Nuti Ursa led his beastman legions forward with earth-shaking roars. Upon entering the fray, the beastmen warriors all entered their second form—muscles swelling rapidly, fur bristling, claws and fangs elongating into semi-human, semi-beast berserk states. They charged like wild horses into the enemy ranks, ripping through robot armor with enhanced claws and tearing mutated soldiers' heads clean off. Generals and lieutenants advanced further into third form, fully beastifying into massive war elephants, giant bears, raging bulls, and black panthers, their strength and speed doubled. Their attacks carried primal ferocity, each pounce accompanied by flying blood and flesh. Nuti Ursa charged at the forefront; in his third form as the Rabbit King, his speed was lightning-fast, the Beast Axe sweeping through entire rows of robots, reducing them to scrap. Yet facing Doomsday Rebirth's numerical superiority, the beastmen began to pay a price—Lieutenant Giant Axe Mans, in his fourth form (magic element fused with flesh), infused flame elements into his claws and incinerated dozens of undead, only to be flung away by Cthulhu's tentacles, vomiting blood as he fell.
The winged tribe legions clashed fiercely in the skies. The two six-winged powerhouses, Wyrselon and Celestia, acted as guardians of the firmament. Wyrselon's starlight power formed countless silver-blue chains that bound swarms of mutated winged soldiers, dragging them to the ground; Celestia used shadow teleportation to dart through enemy formations, her Spear of True Sight piercing the cores of mutated winged foes one after another, wind-thunder power exploding to char surrounding enemies. The thirty-six four-winged guardians formed squads of three—shield, spear, and support working in perfect harmony—their curved light shields blocking acid sprays, spears slicing wing membranes, healing auras sustaining combat strength. Though the mutated winged outnumbered them, the winged tribe's elite tactics inflicted heavy losses; over a thousand mutated winged fell in a single day.
The dwarf legions stood rock-solid in the center, operating runic war chariots and mobile turrets that fired explosive runic shells, shattering the robots' front lines. The dwarves' craftsmanship excelled in durability and firepower; chariot shields withstood ion beams, while turrets precisely targeted Doomsday Rebirth's core. The human legions' discipline maintained flawless phalanxes, shield walls holding against charges, long spears piercing gaps in mutated soldiers. The reptilian tribe used poison mists and stealth for flank ambushes; serpent folk like Zhamisi struck with venomous curved blades, while sea folk summoned water elements to build temporary defenses—Yuyuer's dragonbone gem staff conjured ice walls that froze the undead advance.
The elf tribes provided rear support: sun elves rained arrows like storms, while dark elves remained concealed on the first day, offering only precise shadow arrows and eerie star magic from afar. Arya's Storm Bow unleashed five-element mini-tornadoes—wind, fire, wood, light, and dark intertwining—to sweep up swathes of Doomsday Rebirth forces, slaying hundreds. Salsa held back her strength, refraining from summoning demon dragons to avoid harming allies; she only called shadow wolf knights and skeleton soldiers to snipe enemy weak points precisely. Lin Ya and the treants wove a vast life-recovery network, green radiance enveloping the alliance lines—wounded warriors' injuries healed visibly, though severed limbs or ruptured organs remained beyond help. Warhammer Stone General had his arm torn off by undead and was forced to retreat. Stone giants acted as mobile fortresses, crushing robots underfoot and smashing mutated soldiers with stone fists.
TISK and the dwarf king, along with five generals, directed the dwarves; their ice-fire explosive hammers struck, TISK's Earthshaker combined with blazing vines to create ice-fire craters that swallowed foes. Rex analyzed the battlefield, deploying nano-drones to hack Doomsday Rebirth robots, turning hundreds against their own side and sowing chaos in the rear—though Maris quickly countered with flowing metallic form and counter-viruses, which Rex swiftly neutralized.
Kayla raged like a berserk god at the front in her fourth-stage transformation (magic element fused with flesh), dual thunder-ice claws tearing through undead hordes; Yuyuer summoned sea beasts with water magic to crash into enemy lines; Zhamisi's poison magic corroded robot joints, paralyzing them; Celestia's wind-thunder power cleared mutated winged foes from the air.
Doomsday Rebirth leaders attacked indiscriminately, harming their own: Cthulhu's tentacles swept allies, Virginia's poison mists covered without distinction. West's blood magic empowered soldiers only for them to explode in alliance ranks; Shux (fourth form) became a three-headed werewolf beast charging through, crushing his own machines; Virginia's poison fog blanketed all. On the first day, the alliance advanced several miles but lost 60,000; Doomsday Rebirth lost 80,000, the undead cycle keeping the battle deadlocked.
Day Two: Deadly Exchanges and the Dark Elves' Brutality
On the second day, the war continued. Doomsday Rebirth's robot legions counterattacked, Maris personally controlling them into fire nets, ion cannons pounding alliance shield walls. Virginia's bio-engineered legions sprayed neurotoxins, causing front-line beastmen to convulse and fall.
Soul-body tribe continued summoning the dead; the fallen of the first day were repeatedly reused by both sides—Erebus called alliance ghostly knights to charge, while Cthulhu made undead self-destruct to blast gaps. Beastman legions fully entered third form (complete beastification), leopard folk as agile as Kayla tearing into mutated soldiers; generals in fourth form fused elements—fire generals incinerating undead, ice lieutenants freezing machines. Nuti Ursa revealed his fourth-stage transformation, a massive rabbit-man fused with thunder and fire elements, charging at high speed into Doomsday Rebirth's front, collapsing enemy lines by smashing hundreds of undead.
The winged tribe's aerial superiority shone; Wyrselon's star chains bound mutated winged swarms, Celestia teleported to assassinate high-tier mutated winged. Four-winged guardian squads sliced wing membranes, felling enemies in droves—but mutated winged self-detonated, wounding several guardians.
Dwarves crushed with chariots, turrets firing in unison to destroy machines; humans complemented with disciplined phalanxes, shield walls holding, arrows countering; reptilians corroded armor with poison mist, sea folk drowned undead with water elements. Elf rear arrow rains wove densely, healing sustained morale.
Though only 30,000 strong, the dark elves struck like ghosts, their nighttime brutality reaching new heights of systematic cruelty and destruction.
'Shadow Spider' Selene led her assassin group like venomous spiders in the dark, silently capturing enemies. She cared not for mere death but for utterly breaking wills: her assassins first stabbed mutated soldiers' abdomens with poisoned daggers, letting toxins spread slowly for hours of agonizing spasms without death, then vivisected their chests alive, stringing pulsing hearts and organs on spider-silk ropes hung at Doomsday Rebirth camp entrances—dripping blood freezing in the wind, reeking of death to terrify foes.
'Star Speaker' Jolsha, the dark elf mage, turned illusion magic into ultimate mental torture: creating bizarre hallucinations to lure enemies into joy, rage, sorrow, or ecstasy, then suddenly summoning massive boulders to crush them into pulp, blood and bone spraying everywhere. Captives faced nightmare spells, forced to relive horrific tortures until mental collapse drove them to slit their own throats, blood gushing onto the frozen waste.
'Dark Dreamer' Baris swung chain maces to shatter foes, then used binding runes to imprison them—breaking limbs with maces so they could not flee, skinning them alive, hanging bloody torsos from trees for wind to erode, organs exposed, insects gnawing amid shrieks.
'Phantom Blade' Moras led knight raids; his shadow sword left only dismembered remains. Enemy limbs and bones were strung into wind chimes hung across the battlefield, clinking eerily in the breeze.
These dark elf atrocities destroyed not just bodies but wills—many Doomsday Rebirth soldiers chose suicide over capture. Alliance troops feared them yet were glad they were allies.
Arya's five-element tornadoes swept up Doomsday Rebirth mechanical soldiers, causing self-collisions; Salsa sniped with shadow wolf knights; Lin Ya's recovery net healed wounds; stone giants hurled boulders to smash formations; TISK directed explosive hammer strikes; Rex hacked again, only to be countered by Maris, then switched to ion cannon barrages.
Kayla held undead tides with giant beast souls; Yuyuer's sea beasts devoured mutated; Zhamisi corroded with poison blades; Celestia cleared skies.
Doomsday Rebirth leaders attacked without distinction—West's blood magic caused ally explosions harming the alliance; Shux crushed his own in charges. Aerial combat raged fiercely. The alliance advanced five miles, losing 50,000; Doomsday Rebirth lost 70,000, their tech advantage beginning to show.
Day Three: Grinding Stalemate and Transformation Limits
By the third day, the battlefield became a true meat grinder. Doomsday Rebirth's tri-color plantmen joined—crimson vines burning the alliance, ink-green poison mist corroding, ghostly blue freezing. Mandras remote-controlled them, vines attacking like living creatures.
Soul summoning grew madder; mountains of dead piled up—Erebus summoned alliance heroic spirits, Cthulhu fused undead into colossal beasts. Beastmen held third form, generals fourth form fusing wind for speed, ice for defense. Kayla reached fifth-stage transformation, controlling giant beast souls, thunder-ice claws sweeping plantmen.
Winged tribe four-winged guardians formed anti-air nets; Wyrselon suppressed mutated winged with star power, Celestia teleported for decapitations.
Dwarven chariots excelled in close combat, crushing plantmen; human discipline kept phalanxes intact; reptilians stealthily destroyed vine roots, sea folk purified poison mists with water elements.
Dark elves continued nighttime horrors as before—Selene webbed and skinned alive; Jolsha nightmares drove self-mutilation; Baris bound then crushed skulls; Moras left no intact corpses. Alliance troops steered clear.
Arya's five-element tornadoes destroyed vines; Salsa summoned shadow giants; Lin Ya's net healed; stone giants built walls against charges; TISK blasted; Rex used self-destructing mech bugs.
Kayla tore giant beasts; Yuyuer iced walls against vines; Zhamisi poisoned plantmen; Celestia struck with thunder spears.
Doomsday Rebirth leaders attacked indiscriminately—Maris fused with robots in metallic form, sweeping fire without regard. The day remained deadlocked; alliance advanced three miles, losing 40,000; Doomsday Rebirth lost 30,000.
Day Four: Exhaustion's Limit and Nocturnal Terror
On the fourth day, fatigue set in. The alliance, battered by continuous fighting, relied on Lin Ya's net to sustain strength. Doomsday Rebirth pushed soldiers forward ruthlessly as shields.
Soul summoning created undead seas; Erebus clashed with Cthulhu. Nuti Ursa unveiled fifth-stage transformation—a colossal rabbit spirit charging at extreme speed, giant axe cleaving like splitting mountains.
Winged guardians lost ten but pressed on under Wyrselon and Celestia's six-winged might.
Dwarven turrets bombarded; human phalanxes complemented healing; reptilians ambushed mages; sea folk summoned tides to drown.
Dark elf nighttime cruelty intensified—Selene dissolved foes in poison webs; Jolsha called meteor showers; Baris bound then smashed heads; Moras dismembered with shadow swords. Alliance troops fell silent.
Arya cleared with five-element tornadoes; Salsa summoned giants; Lin Ya's net struggled with severe wounds; stone giants hurled rocks; TISK commanded; Rex deployed bug swarms.
Kayla defended against undead; Yuyuer purified; Zhamisi corroded; Celestia held air superiority.
Doomsday Rebirth leaders attacked without distinction—Virginia's poison fog killed both sides. The alliance advanced two miles, losing 50,000; Doomsday Rebirth lost 60,000.
Day Five: Roman's Personal March
After four days and nights of relentless bloodshed, the Frozen Wastes had truly become a hellscape. Corpses piled into mountains, shattered weapons and armor littered everywhere, ice and snow long stained deep brown with blood. The air reeked so thickly of blood and charred flesh it was almost suffocating. Both armies were exhausted to the extreme; the alliance's advance had slowed noticeably, lines contracting in places, barely holding with dwarven runic fortresses and stone giants' sturdy bodies. Though Doomsday Rebirth had suffered heavily, that living vine fortress seemed to possess infinite vitality, still spewing new troops—albeit of declining quality, more frenzied and uncontrolled.
At noon on the fifth day, as the sun was obscured by thick blood clouds and energy dust, plunging the world into dimness, the ever-dormant living fortress suddenly erupted with thunderous roars and violent writhing!
Thick vines rose like giant serpents, twisting and weaving at the fortress's peak to form a massive throne-like platform. Upon it, Roman Chronos slowly rose, flanked by Mandras and Maris.
Roman's gaze calmly swept the horrific battlefield below. His heterochromatic eyes—containing venom and seas of blood—showed no flicker of emotion, as if appraising a nearly completed masterpiece.
"Enough."
His voice was not loud, yet it pierced like an icy spike into every soul on the field, instantly drowning out all shouts, explosions, and wails.
"The echoes of the old era must end. Your struggles, your sacrifices, your insignificant... power—they will become the perfect footnote to the birth of the new world."
He slowly raised his right hand, palm upward. In an instant, a terrifying, indescribable energy wave exploded outward from him like a supernova! The blood clouds in the sky were torn open into a massive vortex, revealing twisted, shifting chaos void behind. The earth trembled violently; soldiers on both sides—alliance and Doomsday Rebirth alike—staggered and fell under the sudden pressure.
"Now, feel true despair... before genuine power."
Roman Chronos, the true master of the Doomsday Rebirth organization, finally stepped personally onto the battlefield. The final phase of the decisive battle officially began with his arrival. The entire field's atmosphere froze instantly; a suffocating despair, like northern ice, stabbed deep into every alliance warrior's heart.