NOVEL WEB Chapter 199: Battle of Eastern Maegrath (2)
The gray skies finally couldn't hold it and wept, seemingly lamenting the deaths of countless creations beneath it.
Dying howls of helpless beasts forced to march to their deaths against their nature and will filled the air.
The soldiers of the Imperial Army also knew this, and a majority couldn't help but feel pity for the poor creatures, though there were undeniably some who lost too much.
Far too much…
Those people couldn't be any more delighted at the chilling cacophony of beastly demise.
'Die, all of you!'
...Was the only thought in their minds, laughing maniacally inside their heads as they fully gave in to the satisfying carnage.
The artillery squadrons fired, masterfully operating the Manatech weapons to destroy rows of Fell Beasts, though the stronger ones could only be taken out after three, four, or more volleys.
Hal and the Chaos Platoon observed for a few moments from their high position.
The artillery was lethal.
However, it ultimately wouldn't be able to compare to true, talented wizards in terms of damage dealt to the enemy.
The Manatech Artilleries were only developed to grant those with low mana affinity a chance to become generously paid soldiers of the Imperial Wizard Army, after all, and also increase the Imperium's might, if only slightly.
There seemed to be no beasts attempting to scale the uplands for now, so Hal ordered all four squadrons to position themselves close to the edge and freefire.
Everyone could do whatever the hell they wanted and rain a hell of spells upon the enemy.
Hal, who only needed to perform gestures to cast spells, naturally took the lead, his heart racing in excitement.
It would probably be satisfying to witness his stronger spells hit multiple Fell Beasts.
The first thing Hal did was cross his fingers, summoning dark clouds in a wide circle. In the next moment, thunder raged, striking multiple spots at random within the [Thunder Field]'s effective area.
Hal then performed a grasping motion with both his left and right hands, causing one silvery-blue magic circle to appear beneath the gray clouds, and a vermilion one on the ground a distance away, though it could barely be seen due to the ravaging beast tide.
Icy shards then rained down on a specific area, followed by the rise of a roaring flame tornado, which only amplified the battlefield's background music: the Cacophony of Beastly Demise.
Hal, on the other hand, was hearing a different audio in his head.
The sweet dings of the system's notification sounded continuously, followed by the emergence of the notifications themselves.
[Congratulations! You've earned 20 Chaos Points!]
[Congratulations! You've earned 80 Chaos Points!]
[Congratulations! You've earned 150 Chaos Points!]
[Congratulations!...
Hal was lost in a different type of madness.
Not bloodthirst, not vengeance, but greed.
He realized as much the moment he laid his eyes upon the tide. If you're not on M*VLEM*PYR, you're viewing a copy.
However, experiencing the gains for himself was an entirely different matter, and his rationality was being chipped away with every subsequent notification.
Hal moved his arms and deftly performed gestures with his fingers, as though a maestro of music, and the dying beasts were the members of his orchestra, singing in blood-curdling death howls with every wave of his arms and fingers.
It was a chilling sight to behold from a bird's-eye view.
Fell Beasts burned, froze, and grinded to mangled bits of flesh and bone as ice shards rained, flaming spheres exploded, and razor-sharp projectiles flew their way.
Earthen comets smashed the poor, mindless creatures, their blood painting the reddish-brown ground a thick purple hue.
They would've normally fled and avoided the massacre.
Unfortunately, they were under the mercy of the merciless, and their instincts were held hostage, unable to even prevent them from heading into their doom, despite how obvious the result of walking into a roaring tornado of flames was.
The heartless would perhaps even call what the Fell Beasts were doing dumb, but the dark story behind the ongoing, suicidal idiocy would make even a half-decent individual feel bad for the poor creatures.
A majority of them were willingly heading to their deaths due to the ruthless call of the fell.
The Fell Beasts' numbers were whittled down by the furious volleys of spells from a race that also only wanted to survive, willingly wiping out another to save their own skin.
Yet, the fell creations continued marching forward, the strongest among them finally reaching the defensive fortifications in the middle of the valley, all while the purple-skinned bastards responsible for such cruelty grinned and chuckled behind the beastly ranks.
Only their ruthless deity could probably tell what was going on inside their horned heads.
Soon, the cacophony of death intensified once more, adding a touch of the human race's anguished cries as the defending Imperial Army soldiers were swatted out of the way with a single wave of a massive, flaming feline beast's claws, incinerated to ashes before they even dropped to the ground.
They weren't even allowed to be corpses.
The wizards of the Imperium were also mighty, however, resulting in a timely obliteration of the flaming jaguar before it could take out another squadron with a single, annihilating ray of light from a renowned army commander.
The battle was continuously increasing in intensity, and the fell race was enjoying every single moment.
It was as though they were the paying audience of the ensemble of death.
Based on their reactions, the current situation warranted a five-star rating.
The war continued, and behind the scenes, evil hands were at work.
Only the gods knew what was in store for the warriors of the human race.
Hal and the Chaos Platoon waved their arms, and waved them hard, relentlessly raining hell upon the mindless fell creations and ruthlessly reaping their lives in exchange for those of their loved ones.
Perhaps if not for their ideal position, it would be their lives harvested by the beasts instead.
It didn't seem like their peaceful slaughter would last for long, though, as beneath the vast cliffs, claws dug into the rocky, reddish-brown ground.
Fell Beasts were scaling the natural walls and were coming for them.