NOVEL WEB Chapter 246: Destroy The Cursed (63)
The very next moment, Han blurred again—his figure vanishing, then reappearing before another warrior. His palm struck its head with surgical precision. The stone helmet cracked, shattered, and exploded, its body collapsing before it could even react.
Han moved like a phantom, weaving through the horde, striking with brutal efficiency. Heads rolled. Bodies cracked and melted. Each movement was deliberate, fast, merciless.
Yet… something was wrong.
By now, he had culled more than three hundred of them, far beyond what should have been left of the summoned army. And still—more came.
Han's eyes narrowed. This isn't just a summoning. He's cycling them. Endless fodder…
His patience snapped. He shot into the sky, fire coiling around his spinning form.
"Tenth Jungle Art: Falcon Dive!"
Like a blazing spear, Han plummeted downward. The flames around him shrieked as they spun tighter, then exploded upon impact. The ground cracked wide, a crater forming as a massive firestorm swallowed the horde. Dozens of earth warriors were reduced to nothing, torn apart by the combination of flame and sheer kinetic force.
Han rose from the blast crater, his eyes locking onto the figure waiting in the distance—Madi.
The dark emissary's mouth curled into a twisted, delighted grin.
"I knew you wouldn't die so easily," Madi's voice slithered across the battlefield. "Your friends collapsed before reaching the fifth round. I wonder… how many rounds will you survive before you break? The fifth? The sixth? The seventh?"
He raised his hand, pointing at the ground.
"Let's find out. Earth Warriors, ascend!"
The earth groaned violently, splitting apart with a deafening crack. From the widening fissures, hands of stone and mud clawed upward, dragging themselves into the light. One after another, armored bodies pulled free, glowing yellow eyes igniting beneath their visors.
A thousand new earth warriors stood before Han, their synchronized march shaking the battlefield.
"Hope you don't crumble too soon," Madi sneered, his sarcastic tone dripping with mockery.
Han scoffed, the corner of his lip twitching upward into the faintest smirk. "You really are irritating. With that personality, you won't live long enough to enjoy it."
Madi scoffed, his lips curling into a twisted grin.
"You really have a large mouth. Let's see if you still dare to speak after you're crushed beneath my army."
With a flick of his wrist, he gave the order.
"Kill him."
At once, the earth warriors roared. Their guttural cries shook the battlefield like thunder, the sound so violent that the ground itself trembled beneath their marching boots.
Their armored steps sent waves of tremors racing across the earth, cracks splitting wider with every synchronized stomp.
The sheer presence of a thousand earthen soldiers closing in made the air heavy, suffocating, as though the world itself bent beneath their rage.
Yet Han's expression did not waver. His calm face remained unchanged, eyes glowing brighter with white radiance.
Energy surged around him until it became a blazing aura, and then—like mist condensing into mirrors of his will—five clones stepped out of him, each one armed with the same white blades.
Once, they had been nothing more than crude weapons, but now those blades shimmered with power—low-grade A-rank artifacts that hummed with killing intent.
"Good," Han whispered. "With these, cutting through your toys won't even be a challenge."
He stepped forward, fire spiraling around his body until it wrapped him in a living mantle of flames. Then, with a slow, deliberate raise of his palm, the air above him distorted. Heat shimmered.
Flames gathered. Within moments, several colossal inferno vortexes spun into being, twisting and devouring the sky itself.
They grew and grew, until they resembled miniature suns, their heat scalding the battlefield and making the air sear in every breath.
Han's gaze locked on Madi, his voice a low mutter—yet it carried, heavy as a death knell.
"You're overestimating yourself. At the end of this battle, it won't be me who breaks… it'll be you."
With that, Han's hand came crashing down.
The vortexes obeyed.
Like falling stars, the burning suns plummeted to the ground, roaring as they descended—each one large enough to erase dozens of warriors in a single strike.
The battlefield erupted in waves of fiery annihilation, white flames consuming the ranks of earth soldiers in blinding fury.
The heat warped reality, the shockwaves tore through the earth, and the world was drowned in a sea of fire.
Meanwhile…
Ronan and the others moved steadily across the devastated battlefield. The chaos of earlier had finally died down, the endless swarms of beasts reduced to nothing but silence and stench.
The ground was littered with corpses—human, monster, and beast alike—forming grotesque mounds that marked the price of survival.
Smoke curled from burning remains, and the metallic tang of blood clung to the air with every breath.
Their destination was the rear lines, where the support team had set up. If they could reach them, wounds could be treated and strength restored before they were forced to throw themselves back into the storm of war.
Balor trudged forward with his unconscious sister slung across his back.
Elexa's pale face rested against his shoulder, her breathing shallow but steady. Every step Balor took was heavy, his body trembling beneath her weight.
His chest heaved, sweat streaming down his face, and each ragged breath betrayed just how close he was to his limit.
Walking on his own was already a burden—but carrying someone else through the carnage was nearly unbearable.
At last, his knees buckled. Balor collapsed into the dirt, his teeth clenched as waves of pain carved across his features. The battlefield had not broken his spirit, but his body was screaming for mercy.
Ronan slowed, exhaling a quiet sigh. He stepped closer, his tone calm but firm.
"Let me carry her."
Balor looked up, startled at first, then his expression softened—relief and gratitude flickering in his tired eyes. Without a word, he carefully shifted Elexa onto Ronan's back.
Ronan adjusted her weight with ease, his stance steady and composed, as though the burden was nothing to him.
The trio set off again, weaving through blood-soaked soil and shattered weapons toward the support tents.
Little One glanced at Elexa, then at Ronan, squinting suspiciously. His lips curled into a grin.
"Hey, Ronan, buddy… tell me it's not for the reason I'm thinking."
Ronan didn't even flinch. His face remained as unreadable as stone, his tone flat as he replied,
"…And what exactly are you thinking?"
To be continued…....
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