Suiyan

Chapter 395: Blood Debt

Chapter 395: Blood Debt


*KBOOM!*


When Darian unleashed all his physical power and attacked, it was like the whole world reverberated. Lugxa couldn’t take the hit and was sent flying, slamming violently into the ground.


The entire allied army turned and stared at that unshakable power.


"Attack!"


Remira roared, commanding and snapping everyone out of their stupor. She called the exact moments to push forward and pull back. Now, the nearly four hundred thousand soldiers surged ahead, full of will.


Under Remira’s leadership, the army that had been suppressed launched a mad counterattack. Like lunatics, they slaughtered with no fear of death.


The enemy army was giving everything they had, but their numbers didn’t seem enough.


Even though both sides were similar in level, those almost four hundred thousand had lived under extreme pressure and were guided and trained to perfection. They were fearless and made no mistakes in offense or defense. Also, when a unit activated the Chromaraic Cataclysm, nobody could stop them — the only option was to run.


Remira and her whole army knew the battle was unfolding exactly as Darian had planned. The elite soldiers were the core strength, and everyone’s survival depended on them. So all the others had to do their best to protect them.


Still, they also knew that ninety-nine percent of the victory depended on Darian. Seeing him hanging in the air, radiating an unmatched aura, everyone felt their blood heat up.


"I... I’m gonna kill you, damn it!"


Lugxa attacked, exploding with rage. A dense white light flowed behind him, and his hammer crashed into the air with a boom — a full-power move that seemed unstoppable.


"I don’t know where you pulled so much arrogance from," Darian said calmly, showing no weakness.


*BOOM!*


Black and white light braided together and collided. All people could see was a chaotic, distorted world spreading out.


After those two world-shaking strikes, both roared and unleashed a berserk storm of blows. Neither would give an inch.


Minutes passed.


In the Allied army, everyone was drenched in blood. Their armor was soaked so thoroughly the original look was unrecognizable.


They had a single thought: kill as many as possible. While they lived, they’d keep killing until there were no enemies left.


But a fight of that intensity took a massive toll. Of the five hundred thousand who started, only three hundred thousand remained alive.


On the front line, the mental and physical pressure on the elite soldiers was enormous. They hadn’t even been fighting an hour before fatigue set in — and yet they endured bitterly.


Because so many had already died, the formation they’d trained in no longer offered much benefit.


As for Remira, although she was the general and her troops had terrifying power, there were just too many enemies. She had to constantly target the strongest foes to prevent catastrophic losses. She didn’t have time to micromanage everything. So as pressure rose and the formation dissolved into chaos, there was little she could do. Casualties kept mounting.


Suddenly, beams of light poured down. Devastating strikes annihilated many enemies right in front of Remira and her elite troops.


"Murral, you...!"


Remira and the others were shocked. To everyone’s surprise, Murral and the other elder veterans left their back-line positions and advanced to the front.


"Kids, fall back for now. Our old bones still move; we’ll give you time to recover," Murral said.


"But the Boss..."


Remira and the others hesitated. These elders were highly respected figures — losing them would crush the army’s morale.


Besides, the elders’ life energy and bodies were in decline due to age. Fighting such an intense battle would utterly drain them, dramatically shortening their lives.


"The vice-leader is already pushing the enemy to their limit; he’ll defeat them soon. After this victory, we’ll need a strong army for the next push, but you’re dying too quickly. Fall back and recover — we need long-term planning," Murral told Remira, calmly.


"But—"


"Enough ’buts’. This battle is ours too. You think the old are useless?" snapped the patriarch Aegli, annoyed. "We were leading figures in this world long before your grandfather was born. Stop wasting time and fall back. It’s our turn to act."


Murral and Remira turned to the old man at the same time, both wearing a strange expression, almost mocking.


Aegli was left confused — after all, he hadn’t said a single lie. Murral didn’t explain anything. Nobody knew that Remira was actually ten times older than all of them, and terrifyingly powerful.


"Kill!"


The impatient patriarch Aegli roared, charging forward with a mighty aura. Murral and the other elders nodded in agreement and attacked alongside him.


Even though they hadn’t learned the Chromaraic Cataclysm, all of them were veterans who had fought countless battles and spent their entire lives honing their techniques.


Their level and raw power matched the enemies. With their advance, the enemy army looked like clueless children in front of such an experience.


Every opponent fell after just a few exchanges. Even the enemy geniuses were nothing compared to their teamwork and refined combat skills.


"Hahaha! Today I’ll kill until I’m satisfied! Enemy army, you’ll pay the blood debt for all the innocents you slaughtered! The hatred of years ends here today!"


Aegli roared like a furious lion, as if he had returned to his youth on the battlefield. His voice carried pain, hatred, memories, and grief — everyone he had ever loved or fought beside was already gone.


Raising his sword, Murral also butchered the enemy with ease. Despite being discreet and calm, as the leader of the sect, he was without a doubt the strongest person before Darian’s arrival.


His strikes instantly stabilized the front lines. With their support, the elite soldiers could finally breathe for a moment. But no one celebrated when they saw their mighty elders displaying such strength and tearing through the enemy with ease. Everyone was overwhelmed by sorrow.


They were burning what remained of their lives in exchange for one final burst of power, unleashing their full potential. They were old and sacrificing themselves to buy time; they wouldn’t live long after this battle.


"Hurry and recover your energy! Get ready to jump back in!" Remira shouted, her face twisted.


The most wounded elite soldiers swallowed pills, while others fell back to swap out their shattered armor. Some were practically naked, their protection destroyed, fighting with nothing but their bodies — proof of the brutal intensity of the fight.


A few minutes later, everyone felt restored and turned their gaze to the other battlefield.


Darian and Lugxa were still clashing, every exchange thundering like the heavens. But...


...it was clear Darian was still brimming with energy, his momentum never faltering. Lugxa, on the other hand, grew more battered and worn with every clash. It was obvious he wouldn’t last much longer.


Until...


"YOU INSECT! YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT US?! HAHAHAHAHA!"


Lugxa roared, face twisted, then clenched something in his hand.


In that instant, space behind the demon beast army quaked. Waves of terrifying white light shook everyone’s hearts.


"They’re opening a spatial channel!" Remira’s expression changed drastically.