Chapter 298- The final push(4)

It was a scene ripped straight from a nightmare.

Thousands of human soldiers clashed against an endless tide of undead warriors, their rotting bodies pouring from the heavens like a cursed rain. The battlefield was no longer a warzone—it was a slaughterhouse.

The ground was slick with blood, bodies crushed underfoot as the undead swarmed, their hollow eyes gleaming with eerie malice. Severed limbs twitched, lifeless hands clawing at the mud as if refusing to accept death. Screams of agony and despair filled the air, blending into the sickening squelch of flesh being torn apart.

Every single General of the demonic side, except for Vornyx, had arrived. They towered over the battlefield, monstrous figures wading through the carnage like executioners. The Apostles—once held back as a final line of destruction—had now been unleashed. They moved like reapers, cutting down entire squads in mere seconds.