Chapter 77: Mapinguari

To the north of the Great Confederation of Azulferia in the heart of that nation engulfed in chaos the invasion forces of the Etrakios pack advanced deep into the territory.

Two day before that journey a massive stone cube hurled with colossal force had shattered the defenses of Elunezor Fortress, opening a breach for their passage.

A battalion of 50,000 werewolves empowered by the full moon, crossed the barriere that was once protected by Thaloria's holly elf barrier now was lifted.

The invaders pressed on toward the core of Azulferia, where the leaders of the armada Wyriol and Nazvretor reigned over the battlefield.

Wyriol an imposing commander with a massive, muscular build wore gladiator-style armor, while Nazvretor a majestic she-wolf radiated a fierce aura enhanced by her fully transformed lupine state under the full moon.

"King Pryzor is a genius," Nazvretor said baring her fangs in a wicked grin. "

Tonight the Great Confederation of Azulferia will fall completely under our domination."

Wyriol chuckled loudly, his gaze brimming with confidence.

 "Hahaha! Of course! This so-called impregnable Elunezor Fortress will be just another line in the history books they will tell the tale of how Etrakios' warriors subdued these weak races."

 "And let's not forget the invaluable help of that human mage, Woltuk his mind-control magic was essential in taming… that."

He gestured toward a massive figure lurking at the rear of their ranks the Mapinguari a big 17-meter tall monstrosity with thick spiked skin.

Its single eye scanned the horizon while an enormous, ever-hungry mouth gaped open in the middle of its torso.

Nazvretor eyed the beast warily, a hint of concern in her voice.

 "Have you heard from Woltuk? He was supposed to alert us of the enemy's arrival, but I haven't received any word."

Wyriol shrugged, his smile unwavering.

 "Don't worry about him the dark mage is infamous for his eccentricity,he is probably busy capturing a dwarf or an elf to conduct his twisted experiments even in the middle of a battle."

Nazvretor smirked darkly.

 "Poor souls… Almost lucky for them if we devour them before he gets his hands on them."

But their conversation was abruptly cut short.

A scent reached their nostrils, and their keen senses detected an enemy presence. They halted.

In the distance, a human army approached at the rear of their lines, two figures stood out.

A young man with silver-gray hair, clad in shining armor and wielding a sword to his side a woman with chestnut-colored hair, adorned with a headband and dressed in a pink military uniform.

The two opposing factions observed each other in silence, assessing their adversaries.

Unable to contain her impatience, Nazvretor broke the silence.

 "Humans? Interesting let's see if they're as brave as the ones who defeated the Coalition."

Wyriol narrowed his eyes, focusing on the young man with floating silver hair.

A predatory grin spread across his face.

 "You… Could you be the hero Jonady? If so, King Pryzor and Prince Niolz will be disappointed i'll crush you with my claws!"

The young man responded calmly, his voice carrying an air of unwavering confidence.

 "Sorry to disappoint you I am not the monarch.I am Gilbert, Captain of the Royal Guard."

Wyriol's intrigue deepened.

 "A king? So the hero has become a monarch… Interesting."

Nazvretor seem frustrated by Gilbert's composed demeanor, growled.

 "He speaks without fear, as if he underestimates us what an insult to our race."

She turned to the Mapinguari and, with an authoritative gesture, commanded:

 "Beast kill those mere human leaders for me."

The Mapinguari start his rampage.

The monster let out a deafening roar "WOOOOO!" before charging.

Is colossal foot steps shook the ground as it trampled everything in its path it seized several human soldiers devouring them in a single gulp with its chest mouth.

Yet despite the chaos neither Gilbert or Raelia the chestnut haired woman showed any fear.

Raelia raised her hand and ordered with firm authority:

 "Move now Gilbert!"

The Fall of the Mapinguari

Gilbert brandished his sword, channeling a powerful earth spell.

 "Stone Javelin!"

A barrage of razor-sharp spikes erupted from the ground, shooting forward at blinding speed.

One of the projectiles struck the Mapinguari's lone eye, tearing it apart in a thick geyser of blood the beast bellowed in agony.

 "RAAAAA!"

Taking advantage of its blindness, Raelia advanced her sword ignited with a blazing aura.

— "Ignite!"

With precise calculated strikes, she severed the creature's two massive arms, rendering it helpless and disoriented.

Now blind and defenseless, the monster staggered, unable to comprehend what was happening.

That was when Gilbert gathering all his strength, declared:

 "Severing Slash!"

In a single swift, and devastating motion he brought his sword down upon the Mapinguari. The ground trembled, and the beast collapsed, completely neutralized.

The Werewolves' Counterattack

Wyriol, witnessing the scene, showed no signs of fear or distress. Instead, he smiled—a gleam of excitement flashing in his eyes.

 "This is why we're here," he told his subordinates".

 "This is the kind of battle we traveled and fought battle for glory to Lord Pryzor!"

His warriors emboldened by his words, roared in unison:

 "Glory to Pryzor!"

Raelia, lifting her sword high, pointed toward the werewolves rushing toward their lines.

 "For the future! For Ednia! "

Gilbert watching his comrade charge forward with unwavering courage, turned to his soldiers.

 "Do you see the princess fighting at the front? Let's honor her bravery!"

 The knights fueled by Raelia.