Chapter 56:One against Many (part 4)

On the other side of the battlefield,

On the desolate battlefield, the ground was cracked and barren, scorched by the unforgiving sun and littered with the debris of war. The air was heavy with the stench of death, a grim reminder of the brutality that had unfolded on this desolate plain.

The samurais stood in grim silence, their faces masked by helmets as they surveyed the bleak landscape before them. They were a hardened, battle-worn lot, their armor battered and stained with the blood of fallen comrades. Each one bore the scars of countless conflicts, a testament to their unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.

Opposite them stood the beasts, their massive forms silhouetted against the blood-red sky. Their eyes gleamed with a primal hunger, their fangs bared in a silent snarl of aggression.

With a thunderous roar, the beasts charged forward, their massive bodies crashing through the ranks of the samurais with reckless abandon. The samurais met them head-on, their swords flashing in the harsh light as they fought tooth and nail to hold them back.

The clash was brutal and unforgiving, each blow a symphony of steel and sinew that echoed across the desolate plain. The ground shook beneath their feet as the warriors grappled with one another, their struggles illuminated by the flickering flames of battle.

But the beasts were relentless, their sheer strength and ferocity overwhelming the samurais at every turn. The samurais fought with a desperate determination, their swords biting deep into the flesh of their adversaries as they sought to turn the tide of the battle.

Giant beast and many others, the land, the sky, the waters became their enemies there was no longer any choice but to fight and die!

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, the fighting showed no signs of abating. The ground was slick with blood, the air thick with the agonized cries of the wounded and dying.

But still, the samurais fought on, their spirits unbroken by the grim reality of their situation. For they knew that they fought not just for themselves, but for the very survival of their land and their people.

And so, as the battle raged on into the night, the warriors stood firm, their resolve unyielding in the face of overwhelming odds. For on this desolate battlefield, there could be no retreat, no surrender – only victory or death.

As the battle continued to rage, the flat and brutal landscape became a swirling vortex of chaos and destruction. The ground trembled beneath the relentless onslaught of the beasts, their massive bodies tearing through the ranks of the samurais like a force of nature.

The samurais, outnumbered and outmatched, fought with a desperate ferocity, their swords slashing through the air with deadly precision. Each blow was a testament to their unwavering resolve, a defiance against the overwhelming odds stacked against them.

But for every beast that fell, two more seemed to take its place. The samurais found themselves fighting a losing battle, their ranks steadily thinning as the relentless onslaught wore them down.

Yet still they fought on, their spirits unbroken by the grim reality of their situation. For they knew that to retreat would mean certain death, and they were determined to stand their ground no matter the cost.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the blood-soaked battlefield, the fighting showed no signs of abating. The ground was slick with blood and littered with the bodies of the fallen, a grim testament to the brutality of war.

But amidst the chaos and carnage, a flicker of hope emerged. A lone samurai, his armor battered and his sword stained with blood, and a missing arm stepped forward to face the beasts. With a defiant roar, he charged into the fray, his sword flashing in the dying light as he cut down his adversaries with ruthless efficiency.

Inspired by his bravery, the remaining samurais rallied to his side, their determination renewed as they fought alongside their fearless comrade. Together, they pushed back the tide of beasts, driving them back with each strike until finally, the battlefield fell silent.

As the last echoes of battle faded into the night, the samurais stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion. Though the scars of war would linger, they knew that their victory had come at a great cost. But as they looked out across the desolate landscape, they knew that their sacrifice had not been in vain. For on this flat and brutal battlefield, they had proven that the spirit of the samurai could never be defeated.

But their cheers were cut short as the were met with another enemy, a 10th tier[Named] beast!

A beast with High level of intelligence surpassing that of a regular strategist and capable of mass destruction, even the weakest can become a walking catastrophe of nature.

The beast glared at them like ants as it held it's head high with arrogance.

Seeing this the samurais gritted their teeth as their pride wouldn't accept being looked down upon by a mere beast even in the face of death!

They charged at the beast without fear or paying any heed to their injuries, despite knowing it's futile, they choose to die fighting than fleeing like a coward!!!

"FOR THE SHOGUN EMPIRE!!!!!!" The last shout of these mighty warriors as they get dissentergrated into ash.

The beast snorted lightly before leaving and said, "Stand proud, for you are strong... Shame, but not strong enough!" As it left with only a blur running somewhere where a battle continued.

A brief silence was kept as the breeze of air past by into the empty sizzling land with nothing but weapons and ashes stuck to the ground.

Rain began to pour down, a nostalgic silence in an empty plain with nothing but blood, weapons and ash.

[A.N: Summarized ranking, weakest 10>9>8>7>6>5>4>3>2>1>0 strongest

-upper evolution- (weakest)> {Mortal form} Beast lords> up to Supreme Primordial beast or primorgeninator <(strongest)]