Chapter 2077 - War
Chapter 2077 – War
"Three days ago, leaders took the battlefield, right?" I asked, watching the battle, "Yes, we have lost one on our side," the old man replied.
"The battles are getting intense by the days; today might be the day you Masters have to fight, even this old man might have to fight as well," He added. "It is good if that happens; I have been stuck in the Pyramid for far too long; it will be good if I am able to kill one or two of them," I replied with a fire burning in my eyes.
"Be careful young man, this is war, and it is not just people of your level that will attack you," The old man said, reminding me of the realities of war.
The Grandmaster will not hesitate to attack Masters; they would even attack the elites if they think they are too talented and might become a future threat. They have already done that hundreds of times already since the war had begun, and we have lost quite talented people due to it.
The old man beside me may seem relaxed, but he is not; his energies are covering the whole battlefield, just like the Grandmaster on the Grimm side, it would take him just a fraction of seconds to appear on the battlefield.
The elite of our side continued fighting in a textbook way, and in a few minutes, she began to injure the two elites she was fighting.
Its effect was directly shone in the battle below; the morale of humans rose, and they started to push back against the Grimm Monsters despite them having three times more numbers than us.
As I had said, the result of the battle above appears in the battle below, seeing the leader beating down the enemies twice her number with such perfection. The morale of the humans has reached sky-high.
Hun!
"Elite squad A, elite squad B go!" Grandmaster ordered, and next second twenty-four elites shot out of the command center, and next second they met with the fifty-one Grimm elites.
The Grimm Monsters were not able to bear the loosing and sent the elites, and we had to send ours in counter.
There are now over seventy elites fighting, the highest Ive ever seen in fighting in a single place, and they are fighting a life and death battle. This is not a battle they could run away from; they are the chess pieces in the hands of the Grandmaster, just like us Masters, they will have to do what they have ordered to do.
The elites are fighting, and the most stressed is the elite girl who had been fighting from the beginning.
She has now gone completely defensive from the offensive; the third Grimm Monster has joined her battle, and this one is extremely strong, one of strongest among elites that Grimm Monsters have sent, and it had pushed her hard.
It is not easy to fight against the three Grimm Monsters, especially when they are the same level and even above a level; your chances of dying have become great, but the girl is handling well, not only her offense is textbook but also her defense.
"Fuck!"
A curse rang out from one of the leaders, and my expressions had also changed'; we have lost the elite, the women had directly been crushed by the hammer of the Apeman she had been fighting against.
My heart burned seeing them die, and I wanted to fly out and crush all these Grimm bastards and their army, and doing that is not a big thing for me, but I could not do that.
This is a war, and I could not act when I wanted to; I had to follow the strict chain of command, and currently, the General seemed to be in no mood to send any masters on the battlefield.
The death affected the morale of the human army as slowly we began to lose the momentum we had gained.
We have just about to lose all the advantages when the Grimm Monster fell, and a few seconds later, another. It again lighted up the morale of the human army, and they again started to push back against the Grimm Monsters.
Ten minutes passed by when another human elite had died, and a second after that, we slew another Grimm Monster and three minutes later another.
The battle seemed to be turning in our favor when streaks shot up from the Grimm Monsters side, and there were twenty-eight of them; they have brought the leaders to the battlefield.
"You thirteen go," The General commanded, and all the leader class Tyrants in the command center and joined the battle.
Immediately, the battle became even more intense, and its stakes went higher. The deafening sounds begin to ring out, and color flashes consume the whole sky as numerous earthshaking attacks begin to clash against each other.
"He seemed interesting," I said, looking at the man in his mid-thirties who had instantly caught my eyes.
His fighting style could only be described in one word, destructive. He has a blue greatsword as his weapon, which is cloaked in powerful yellow lighting; not only the lightning covering his sword but also his body, and it seemed to give him great power and speed.
"He is Stalin, descendent of Grandmaster Ramya," General said with a sigh, and hearing I couldn't help but sigh as well.
It is not just elites and leaders who are dying in the war but also masters and grandmasters. Since the war began, we have already lost the two Grandmasters, and the first grandmaster class casualty was Grandmaster Ramya; she was assassinated by three Grandmaster class assassins.
"The death of Ramya had affected all her descended, but he was affected by it most; he had improved tremendously since her death," The General commented.
He had just commented when Stalin appeared behind one of the twin werewolves he was fighting and pierced his lighting-covered sword in his chest directly. Burning its heart in an instant, not giving it even a second to be rescued.
The other werewolf let out a roar, but to my surprise, Stalin burst out with even greater speed and appeared directly in front of the other werewolf and decapitated it instantly.