The villain's side of the novel

Chapter 205  The Battle In The Pouring Rain

General Roderick and Captain Talon stood at the forefront of their troops, their eyes fixed on the vast green landscapes that stretched out before them. Heavy rain poured from the darkened skies, adding an extra layer of intensity to the already solemn atmosphere. More than four thousand soldiers stood in disciplined formation, their resolve unwavering despite the treacherous conditions.

Hours passed, and the rain continued to fall relentlessly. The troops remained steadfast, their anticipation growing with each passing moment. Suddenly, a surge of energy crackled through the air, causing the soldiers to snap to attention.

A colossal portal materialized before them, its swirling maelstrom of colors captivating and foreboding. The soldiers' expressions were shocked as forty figures clad in shining armor emerged from the portal. The ground shook beneath their feet as their armored boots made contact with the rain-soaked earth.

General Roderick's lips curled into a smirk of arrogance as he gazed upon the portal. "Is this all they have sent against us? Forty knights? Haha it this the power of the ancient families, pathetic," he scoffed, his voice filled with unwavering confidence.

Beside him, Captain Talon couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, a glimmer of happiness shining in his eyes. He had worried about the power of the Parada family, but now it seemed that his concerns had been misplaced.

On the other side, From behind the veiled portal, as an old man, draped in a flowing white robe, stepped forward with a presence that commanded attention. His every movement was deliberate and precise as if each step carried the weight of countless years of wisdom and power. The wrinkles etched upon his face told stories of a life lived and battles fought. His silver hair, soaked by the rain, framed a visage that exuded both serenity and underlying strength.

As the old man raised his hand, the droplets of rain seemed to freeze momentarily in mid-air, suspended by an invisible force. The corners of his lips curved upward, and suddenly behind the old man's back ten dark portales materialized. The old man's eyes, piercing and filled with ancient wisdom, glowed with an otherworldly light, their depths reflecting the shadows that danced within the portals behind him.

As the portals crackled with dark energy, a sense of dread filled the air. From within the veiled gateways, a legion of dark mantises emerged, their menacing forms striking fear into the hearts of the soldiers. These nightmarish creatures were the embodiment of darkness and malevolence.

Standing tall on their insectoid legs, the dark mantises towered over the battlefield, their elongated bodies covered in sleek, obsidian-like exoskeletons that glistened ominously in the rain. Their segmented limbs twitched with anticipation, ready to unleash their deadly strikes upon the unsuspecting troops.

Their heads, reminiscent of a mantis, were crowned with a multitude of large, multifaceted eyes that glowed with an otherworldly luminescence. Their gazes were filled with an insatiable hunger for destruction, each eye fixated on its own prey, calculating and precise.

With lightning speed, the dark mantises lunged at the soldiers, their movements a blur of darkness amidst the rain-soaked battlefield.

General Roderick, his voice, loud and commanding, cut through the chaotic whispers and gasps of the soldiers. "Charge!! Kill them all! Show no mercy!" The general's order resounded with unwavering determination, a rallying cry meant to galvanize the troops.

As his words echoed through the air, a surge of adrenaline coursed through the soldiers' veins. Fear began to transform into a fierce determination, etching lines of grim resolve onto their faces. The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, squaring their shoulders, ready to face the monstrous threat before them voice, loud and commanding, cut through the chaotic whispers and gasps of the soldiers. "Charge!! Kill them all! Show no mercy!" The general's order resounded with unwavering determination, a rallying cry meant to galvanize the troops.

"Kill!!!"

With a collective roar, the soldiers surged forward, their battle cries merging into a cacophony of defiance. They charged at the dark mantises, their eyes fixed on their adversaries, determination burning in their gaze. Each step carried with it a mix of courage and desperation, for they knew that their survival depended on their ability to overcome these grotesque foes.

The mantises looked at the soldiers, their wings, hidden beneath their armored exoskeletons, unfurled with a sinister grace. Membranous and veined, the wings allowed the dark mantises to take to the air in a swift, silent glide. Like wraiths, they swooped down upon the soldiers, striking with their razor-sharp appendages before vanishing into the shadows once more.

As General Roderick lunged into the heart of battle, his sword held high, Captain Talon remained at the forefront of the archers, his bow drawn taut. More than three hundred skilled marksmen stood in formation behind him, their arrows at the ready, waiting for the command to unleash their lethal volleys.

With a commanding voice that cut through the chaos, Captain Talon shouted, "Hold!!" His words echoed across the rain-soaked their positions with disciplined precision.

In unison, the archers drew back their bows, the strings vibrating battlefield, causing a momentary pause in the battle. The archers, their eyes focused and determination etched upon their faces, held their positions with disciplined precision.

In unison, the archers drew back their bows, the strings vibrating with potential energy. Energy crackled and shimmered around the arrows, a testament to the enchanted power imbued within them. Each arrow glowed with a faint, ethereal light, a reflection of the raw magical energy harnessed by the archers.

As Captain Talon's voice resounded once more, "Loose!" the air split with a cacophony of released tension. The hundreds of energy-covered arrows streaked through the rain-soaked sky, their trajectories true and unwavering. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the unleashed power.

The dark mantises, locked in the midst of the chaotic melee with the soldiers, were caught off guard by the unexpected assault. The energy-laden arrows descended upon them like a storm, piercing through their chitinous exoskeletons with an otherworldly force. Each arrow struck its mark with deadly accuracy, causing bursts of dark energy to erupt upon impact.

Explosions of shadow and energy erupted amidst the ranks of the dark mantises, their forms momentarily engulfed in blasts of dark light. The creatures screeched and writhed in agony, momentarily thrown off balance by the onslaught of enchanted arrows. Their movements faltered, their attacks disrupted as they struggled to withstand the sheer power unleashed upon them.

With each arrow finding its mark, the soldiers gained a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. The dark mantises faltered, their menacing presence diminished by the relentless barrage of energy-infused projectiles. The combination of the soldiers' courageous melee combat and the archers' devastating assault began to turn the tide of the battle.

As Elisa observed the relentless battle between the soldiers and the dark mantises, she raised her voice and shouted, "Charge!" Her command resounded through the rain-soaked air.

In an instant, Elisa's troops, fueled by her rallying cry, surged forward with astounding speed. Their movements were a blur, as if propelled by an unseen force. With each step, the ground trembled beneath their feet, echoing the sheer power and determination that emanated from them.

With their arrival, the battlefield transformed. The soldiers under Elisa's command merged seamlessly with dark mantises's rows, joining the battle with a ferocity that seemed superhuman.

Amidst the chaos, one of the Parada knights stepped forward, his armor gleaming in the rain. With a commanding gesture, he summoned forth a creature of mythical proportions—a colossal dog with three heads, each head spewing flames that licked at the air with scorching intensity. The massive creature towered over the battlefield, its presence visible to all, instilling both awe and fear in those who beheld it.

As the three-headed dog unleashed its fiery breath upon the dark mantises, the battlefield was bathed in a sea of flames. The scorching inferno engulfed the monstrous creatures, their cries of agony blending with the crackling of the flames. The devastating display of power drew gasps and awestruck expressions from both friend and foe alike.

The remaining members of the Parada family joined the fray, each unleashing their own unique spirits to aid in the battle. Ethereal beings materialized at their side, wielding weapons of light and shadow, their powers intertwining with the soldiers as they fought against the dark mantises.

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This is the end of the Chapter. Have a good day, guys