Chapter 874 Showdown
( Planet #V246, Vampire army's POV)
The showdown between the modern vampire army and the defending primordial vampire and werewolf coalition forces took place outside the biggest city on the planet with 25 million soldiers fighting the battle from both sides.
The battlefield stretched across a vast, open plain with its once-verdant grass now trampled into mud by the relentless churn of combat. A brooding sky hung overhead, heavy with unshed rain, mirroring the tumult below.
Werewolves with their fur matted with dirt and blood, prowled the field with a feral intensity. Their eyes, amber and wild, betrayed a blend of primal rage and a deeper, more poignant sorrow for the carnage unfolding. Their howls, fraught with fury and despair, tore through the air as they clashed with their age-old enemies.
Vampires, pale and elegant even in the heat of battle, moved with lethal grace among their foes. Their faces, usually the epitome of composed detachment, were etched with flashes of anger, frustration, and a grim determination. The loss of their kindred, the destruction around them, ignited a fire in their cold hearts, fueling their relentless pursuit of victory.
The clash of claws against steel rang out, a discordant symphony to the chaos. Every slash, every parry carried with it centuries of animosity. The ground, scarred and sodden, bore the weight of their struggle, littered with the remnants of fallen warriors.
Amidst the melee, the emotions of the combatants were as palpable as the physical blows they exchanged. Fear, anger, sorrow, and a relentless drive to prevail over an eternal adversary were etched into every move, every snarl, and every calculated strike.
" NO RETREAT! UNLESS YOU WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIVES IN A DUNGEON, KILL THEM ALL- " Shouted the werewolf captain, giving a boost of morale to his underlings as he reminded them of the previous horrible defeat that the werewolves faced at the hands of the vampires.
Treated as the worst sort of prisoners, The werewolves were imprisoned in the dungeons of vampire society never to see the light of day again after the Dimensional War.
If not for Dracula and the primordial vampires, the werewolves would be rotting in prison till they died which was why their hatred towards vampires and their effort in fighting against them were extreme.
They could accept death, but they could no longer accept surrender having lived the horror of prison life once already.
On the other hand, the vampires also fought relentlessly as they knew the consequences of defeat very well.
The very existence of the vampire society depended on the defeat of the primordial vampires and Dracula as defeat and retreat were options that were unreasonable for them as well.
" DON'T GIVE THEM AN INCH, DECAPITATE THEIR HEADS AND TURN THEIR SKIN INTO FUR COATS " The vampire captain screamed as he tried to cheer his troops as well.
As the underlings fought their hardest, a separate battle that would decide the outcome of this battle overall took place a few kilometres south of the battlefield on an abandoned riverbank.
Ulrich fought five tier6 vampire gods at once who desperately tried to hold him back but were absolutely no match for him.
If left unchecked, the devastation that Ulrich could cause on a battlefield within two minutes would be akin to the deaths that the rest of the army could cause in the entire fighting day.
Restricting him was the priority, however, it wasn't easy to restrict a twenty five feet tall, fifteen feet wide beast whose claws were longer than most long swords.
In his werewolf form, Ulrich was an absolute menace as he could easily take down hundreds of puny vampires at once with just a swipe of his claws.
The five vampire gods even with combining their full strength could only delay Ulrich for ten minutes before all of them had staggeringly low HP bars with claw marks and broken bones all over their bodies.
If the fight went on for two more minutes, the five gods were sure to lose their lives, however, before such an unfortunate event could occur, the Titus clan's destroyer battleships covered the sky and began raining heavy fire behind the enemy lines.
*AWOOOOOOO*
Ulrich howled, as he commanded all the captains to deploy air shield techniques, however, the most that the captains could cover was a few hundred metres of area while the rest of the battlefield got absolutely mauled via unchecked attacks.
" YEAHHH! "
The vampires erupted in cheers as the Titus clan reinforcements joined their ranks, bolstering morale and changing the tide of the battle as Vega Titus himself descended upon the battlefield and stood before the mammoth Ulrich with a short sword in hand.
In comparison to Ulrich, Vega looked tiny, however, the aura he exuded was no weaker than Ulrich's own.
If the werewolf snarled, Vega bared his fangs right back as he did not hide his hostility for Ulrich.
" It's lord Vega! We are saved! " said the vampire gods as Falcon Twilight smiled a soft smile seeing that the king's aid had come through when his men needed it the most.
" GIVE HIM HELL, LORD VEGA! "
" WE ARE WITH YOU, LORD VEGA! "
" SHOW THEM THE POWER OF US VAMPIRE'S LORD VEGA! "
The various tier6 god's cheered as Vega took a step back and assumed his fighting stance, as he exuded a thick killing aura.
Ulrich, being the experienced warrior that he was, understood that a larger body meant a larger target when fighting a skilled warrior like Vega, hence he transformed to his human form and unsheathed his sword as well.
" I've been expecting you- old monster " Ulrich said as he greeted Vega with a mad smile.
" Good job dog- your dreams have come true, come wag your tail for me " Vega responded as he absolutely humiliated Ulrich and baited the werewolf god into making the first move.
*SHINGGGGG*
As Ulrich slashed, Vega parried as the two warriors had a stare-down with none of the two backing down.
In terms of strength and speed the two were equally matched, which made the upcoming battle much more difficult as it was going to boil down to their magical abilities.