Chapter 69 - Attack(15)

On the other hand, Natasha and the others faced off against the approaching Fantasians.

They faced nearly forty of them, each cloaked in shadows, their mana flaring in the darkness.

They moved like specters, all of them filled with a singular purpose: to kill.

But Natasha and her squad weren't backing down.

"Don't hesitate!" Natasha's voice rang out, steady and cold. "Because they surely won't!"

She was the first to fire. Her energy rifle hummed, and with a sharp crack, a searing blue bolt ripped through the chest of the nearest Fantasian.

His cloak burned away as he stumbled, a gaping hole where his heart had been.

Another bolt followed, piercing the skull of a second enemy mid-leap. His lifeless body crashed into a tree, the bark splintering from the impact.

River moved like a phantom, her mechanical staff shifting as she struck the ground.

A wave of sharpened earth spears erupted, impaling three Fantasians before they could react.

One managed to dodge, but River spun her staff, the tip elongating into a deadly stone spike.

She then thrust it forward, piercing his throat. Blood splattered across the dirt as she yanked her weapon free.

Alicia laughed maniacally, as she unfolded her favourite mechanical handfan with a flick. "Oh, you idiots really thought you had a chance?"

A gust of wind howled through the battlefield.

The nearest Fantasians screamed as the gale twisted into a whirlwind of razor-sharp air.

Their cloaks were shredded first, followed by their skin. Within seconds, nothing remained but a fine red mist. Alicia giggled.

"Pathetic," she whispered, her black eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

Lucas hesitated. His longsword gleamed under the moonlight, but his grip was unsteady. These were his people—his countrymen. Could he really—

A scream tore through the battlefield.

He turned just in time to see Maria stagger back, barely deflecting a mana-infused blade with her staff. The Fantasian leaned in for a killing blow.

And then something snapped inside Lucas.

With a snarl, he moved. His mechanical sword hissed as it cut through the air, slicing clean through the enemy's torso.

Blood sprayed across his suit. The Fantasian gasped, eyes wide in shock before collapsing.

Lucas grit his teeth as he did that. Then he exhaled. No more hesitation.

He turned, swinging his sword upward, cleaving through the skull of another attacker.

Maria's hands trembled after having a near death like that. But nonetheless she controlled the plants around her.

The vines shot forward, coiling around two Fantasians. She then squeezed her fingers into a fist.

The vines constricted. Bones snapped. The enemies let out gurgled gasps before going still.

She swallowed hard, disgust curling in her stomach. Unlike Alicia, she took no pleasure in this.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Alicia send another Fantasian screaming into the sky with a whirlwind before slicing them apart mid-air.

Maria gritted her teeth. "...Monster."

Meanwhile Alicia kept smiling in pleasure.

Marcus cracked his knuckles, electricity arcing across his gauntlets. "Alright, you insects. Let's see if you can handle this."

He clenched his fist, and a spear of lightning formed in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, it shot forward, impaling two Fantasians at once. Their bodies convulsed, smoking before they collapsed.

Marcus laughed, raising both hands. A storm of lightning bolts rained down, scorching the earth, reducing several enemies to nothing but charred husks.

Kevin smirked, his longsword engulfed in flames. He lunged, his blade cutting through a Fantasian's torso like butter. Fire burst from the wound, engulfing the enemy in an instant.

A beastman Fantasian lunged at him, claws glowing with mana.

Kevin sidestepped, driving his blade through the attacker's stomach. Flames erupted inside him, and he exploded into ash.

Kevin scoffed. "Too easy."

Anabelle remained eerily calm, stepping through the battlefield like a specter. A Fantasian charged at her, sword raised.

She flicked her wrist. Ice spread from her fingertips, encasing her enemy in a frozen prison.

A moment later, the ice shattered, sending frozen limbs scattering across the battlefield.

Another Fantasian came at her from behind. Without looking, Anabelle raised a hand, ice spikes shooting from the ground, impaling the attacker through the chest.

She lowered her hand. The battlefield was now getting quieter as more deaths occurred.

Patrick gripped his warhammer, his heart pounding. Unlike the others, he had no powers—only his strength and skill. But he refused to be dead weight.

A Fantasian swung at him. He ducked, then swung his warhammer with everything he had. The impact shattered the enemy's ribs, sending them flying.

Another came at him. He roared, bringing his weapon down with both hands. The Fantasian's skull caved in instantly.

Patrick panted. Blood dripped from his hammer. He was still standing.

The other five cadets in the group that was picked up, fought with everything they had.

One took down a Fantasian with a precise dagger throw to the throat.

Another fired a mechanical crossbow, a bolt piercing an enemy's eye.

Bit by bit, the tide turned.

By the time the last Fantasian fell, the battlefield was a blood-soaked wasteland.

Trees were uprooted, the ground was scorched, and bodies littered the dirt.

Natasha exhaled, lowering her rifle. "Everyone still alive?"

A chorus of affirmatives followed.

Maria looked away from the carnage, shaking.

Alicia, still smiling, wiped blood from her face. Lucas sheathed his sword with a heavy heart.

Patrick let out a breath, his warhammer feeling heavier than ever.

It was over. They had won.