The Universe Is Innately Just 226 Nascent Grudges Part Three

His black cloth had turned into dirty crimson rags with the many liters of blood that had spilled on him. Numerous apparent injuries could be seen on his back; notably, a deep laceration could be seen on his forearm. Deep to the point where the white of his bone could be seen.

His throat was sore from all the roars he had unleashed. As for his mind, although it couldn't be said that he was tired, fatigue was still slowly creeping around the corner. If he kept fighting at the same intensity, he would soon arrive at a point where he would be wasted.

Thankfully, he didn't need to burn his stamina more than he did. His effort had paid off, and if there weren't any more trouble like the t.i.tanic snake or the winged gorilla, then the defense of the west wall would surely be successful.

He glanced around himself and noticed that the beasts were annoying approaching his position at all. He sat down on a black bear that was still intact, except for his missing limbs, and enjoyed a few minutes of rest while looking at the battlefield.

He couldn't help but praise the bravery of the man that fought at his sides, although far lower in number. Their strategic might overpower the rampant vicious beast wave and managed to block them from advancing constantly. Corpse piled up over and over a dozen of meters close to the wall, and although the line of MechSuit line were forced to retreat a few times.

They've always managed to shove the beast wave back with enough strength to secure the defense of the wall. Even if it wasn't necessary to do so as the beasts couldn't really ascend the steep and smooth wall, strategically, the move still had tremendous value.

Keeping the beasts in the same position and using the piles of corpses as small walls of defenses served as a means to stop their advance. And using it to maintain a higher ground served to a.s.sert the MechSuit army dominance over the beast wave.

Endless sounds of rifle shots rhythmed the howling war cries from the beasts. Grenades were used one after another, and the MechSuit equipped with melee weapons rushed in a group attack every few seconds. With their combined attack of constant ranged firepower, and bursts of close quarter a.s.sault helped them in managing to hold their positions with a solid grasp.

"Keep them at bay!?", a m.u.f.fled order escaped from the helmet of one of the ranged armored figures — his rifle aimed at a group of fierce wolves and shot a spring of explosive bullets toward them. The high end armament turned the group of four legged bests into an indistinguishable mess of broken bones, mashed fleshly innards, and splattered grey matter that stank from a fair distance.

The whole battlefield had transformed into a nauseous h.e.l.l, where the corpses of the beasts and the few fallen MechSuit had already started rotting. The highly infectious fierce beast didn't take long to rot; their bacterias and microorganisms caused the battlefield to turn into a sea of festering swarms.

"How's our ammunition?"

"Nearly finished!"

An operation was swiftly launched. Part of the line of MechSuit defender flew toward the wall, while the rest stood along the line of corpses and continued blocking the advance of the beast wave.

Fell watched the scene from afar, and his figure turned into a ghost that he traversed the corpse riddled battlefield. As he arrived from the back of the beast wave, he didn't have any difficulty in creating a straight path among the advancing ma.s.s of vicious creatures. With his sword opening a pa.s.sage, he quickly arrived next to the line of armored solider and stood among them.

"Advance!", a roar boomed out of the young cultivator's throat. His killing intent, and battle intent condensed with the shock wave that washed the beast wave in front of him. Fear induced wailing escaped through the throat of the many trembling creatures.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!", three words left Fell's lips, and he rushed forward. Behind him, dozens of MechSuits glided armed with a melee weapon that rose streams of soil along their paths.

"Kill for your brothers! Kill for your city!"

"Kill them all!?", roared Fell on top of his lung. His string of words managed to empower the soldier behind him, who had seen him take down hundreds of beasts on his own. He had to lead them through the first a.s.sault, had taken down the most dangerous beasts, and was now once again leading them in an unstoppable charge.

His back turned broader and encompa.s.sed everything in their visions. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they turned their engine to their utmost limits and gave their all in the attack.

Fell was the first to reenter through the fray. He hacked left and right and created a deep hole in the ma.s.s of fierce beasts. That hole was then enlarged even more when the MechSuit attacked behind him.

Among the beast waves, hundreds of lives perished in a single second, and that number was rising with the ticking clock of time. Savage frenzy overtook the being of the pilots in their MechSuit; they hacked, chopped, and cut to their heart's content.

When the group of flying MechSuits came back with charge ammunition, they found an even bigger mountain of corpses lay on a crimson red soil in front of them. Fell's entire figure was soaked, and his black hair had been tinged with a very apparent red hue. The steel armored MechSuits that accompanied his a.s.sault weren't any better and had also turned into red tainted figures that stank of the metallic blood from the fierce beasts.