NOVGO.NET Chapter 466: Time to Die!
Chapter 466: Time to Die!
Trap, trap, trap, all traps…
Flying above, a certain three-eyed ghost felt like smashing his head against a wall. There were enemies crawling everywhere like cockroaches!
His entire being felt painful from overexerting this new Astral Projection ability of his, and yet he couldn’t stop. After all, his god counted on him to guide the flock.
’C’mon, Zharrak, you got this!’
’Just a little bit more!’
’For HIM!’
But just as his eyes were fervently scanning the state of Lizardgeddon, he suddenly gasped in shock. There! Amidst an impenetrable battlefield, there was a flaw.
The Fourth Legion, there was something wrong with it!
They looked like they had lots of troops but didn’t.
In fact, most of them were busy scouting!
“Everyone, we march!”
With a cry, he descended, the 12th Legion quickly organizing. And it was at that instant that their specialty shone. Were they strong? Nope. Fast? Not even. But they were united!
With their smaller numbers they felt more like a larger elite troop rather than an army, and with this they departed faster than the wind. And soon across the fiery landscape…
Lizards rolling on the ground.
Lizards backtracking and taking detours.
Lizards acting like they were on a spy mission!
They were so good at it that some spectators out there were even getting dizzy, some even loudly complaining. “Damn, can’t they just go in a straight line for once?!”
Was this a Lizardgeddon or a game of hide and seek?! But just as many felt their discontentment rise, there was suddenly a world-shattering change.
“Wait, isn’t that the fourth Legion’s Base?!”
It was, in all its splendor. Also, in all its panicking!
A LOT of them had just left to scout when suddenly a bunch of enemy lizards had seemingly popped out of nowhere?! Were they wizards or something?!
But that answer would never come. All that awaited was a mad rush by VERY dedicated lizards. It was finally time for the ones cornered to fight back!
“Slaughter those evil bastards!”
“Don’t let a single one live!”
“They HATE apples!”
What kind of ridiculous war cry was this? They’d kill them not because they were in an enemy alliance but because they were enemies of… apples?! WHAT?!
That’s when it began. In a mere minute, the 12th Legion was already upon their enemies, making their way toward their Core!
[Reminder: Losing Your Core Means Death!]
[Or Submitting at the Very Best!]
[Give it your all!]
Claws clashed, blood flowed, and unforgiving kicks were made with lots of spines shattering. The 12th Legion was especially shining at that moment.
“Fight, just like him!”
“Evade like he taught us all!”
“Remember your ancestors’ teachings too!”
Countless scenes of battlefields flashed past their eyes, all the memories Jack had shown them coming in handy. They might have been newbies, but they had veteran memories!
They’d charge at an enemy, only to stop right away and re-target another unsuspecting target! They’d do pincer attacks more naturally than crabs! And they were damn crazy!
A 12th member missing two arms…
“Come, bastards, I’ll bite you! Let me see how blue you bleed!”
“Running? Blind dumbass, I still have my legs, hehehe!”
“Why are you running? Why are you—”
It was a nightmare.
Any other Legion would have long fallen, but they just didn’t. They kept dodging, they kept getting back up, and even when they were suffering fatal strikes… they didn’t?!
“This is nothing! Our ancestors defeated and ate elves! Think this little damage will stop us? THINK AGAIN!” Flying above the battlefield, a certain ghost saw it all and cried.
Amidst the tears, there was profound pride! This was what Lizardmen should be like! This was what it meant to stand for something! And as many fell, he prayed for them.
“May you reach the Heavenly Orchards…”
“May you taste the Heavenly Apples…”
“May you live through us…”
That prayer covered the battlefield and was repeated, “Orchards, Apples, Live through us!” At that moment, the 12th Legion started chanting like goddamn cultists.
And that’s when the 4th Legion finally broke…
“We just can’t win, it’s impossible!”
“Run! Just bloody runnn!”
“Find our allies!”
The fourth legion rushed out, utterly disregarding their core. So what if it got destroyed? They weren’t gonna face those crazies! Now, they just had to find their allies in 5 minutes.
As long as they found ANY lizard to submit to, they’d be fine!
[The Fourth Legion Have Lost Their Core!]
[Fourth Legion Now Eliminated!]
[You Have 5 Minutes!]
As expected, the elimination message came, and that’s when everything truly turned insane. All across the Lizardgeddon, enemies suddenly showed vicious grins as they charged forth!
“They’re at the fourth Legion base. Quick, encircle them!”
“Don’t let those slippery bastards get away!”
“Crack their scales and skulls open!”
This was madness!
Before any victory could be celebrated, the 12th Legion instantly had to run away, a certain ghost ushering them out with terror in his voice every time he swooped down.
“Not this way, it’s blocked! Not that way either; too many monsters! Not there either, there’s the 9th Legion’s base and their defenses are STACKED!”
But then it soon became more and more obvious. There was nowhere they could flee! And yet they still had to… so how were they supposed to escape?!
But just as everything seemed lost…
“You guys better make a statue for the fallen, or else I’ll haunt you!” One of them suddenly chuckled as he parted with the group out of nowhere. What was he even planning?!
But then, a few seconds later, it became very obvious as a majestic roar resounded. “Who are we? The 12th Legion! What are we? Invincible! What do we want? Apples!”
Countless roars resounded, all coming from the same tiny lizard. He who wasn’t strong had had one remarkable ability: a booming voice. That was it. Nothing fancy at all.
And yet he used it to its full capabilities with a smirk on his face. So what if he shouted enough to lose his voice? So what if he’d soon die, too? He didn’t care!
’C’mon, hear me, you bastards!’
Every second, he made a different voice.
Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, but on an ever-changing battlefield, it was enough. Countless enemies heard the “innumerable” roars, their ears perking up in shock.
“I can hear them all. They’re there!”
“Wait, weren’t they supposed to be on the other side?!”
“Dumbass, info’s wrong. Just listen! Can’t feel any magic either!”
Right, if it was an illusion there would be some trace of magic, right? They all followed one of their scouts, who obviously wouldn’t fooled. But then what awaited them was so silly.
A single lizard making voices?! In peacetime, he would have been an amazing impressionist, but sadly for him, all that awaited was bloodthirsty lizards.
Yet, even as they overwhelmed him…
“Who are we? The 12th Legion! What are we? Invincible! What—” A slash to the jugular later, all that came out of his mouth was a torrent of blood, and yet it didn’t matter.
With this, he had bought them enough time to escape. With this the 12th Legion would have a chance at living. But more importantly, at this moment, he could see the Apples.
They were so red and so delicious looking! They were so beautiful that a bright smile blossomed on his face, not minding the cacophony in the background.
“What?! You freaking lost them… again?!”
“Sir, I swear, it sounded like they were all here!”
“What the hell do I care what it sounds like?! FIND THEM!”
Find them, was it? The 12th Legion hadn’t actually gone too far. At this moment, they were “enjoying” a respite in a cave-like rocky fissure, probably a monster’s dwelling.
They had successfully escaped with their lives, and yet there was no smile to be seen, countless grinding their teeth, the tension unbearable.
“This is crazy. How are they mobilizing so fast?”
“They’re like flame locusts, everywhere!”
“So what’s the next step then?!”
They knew, they all knew. This cave of theirs could quickly become their final resting place. Now they had to figure out their next move, and fast! But that was the hard part.
Before them was now a map…
“There’s Lizardmen here, here, here, here, and guess what, here too!” A certain three-eyed lizard, in the flesh this time, was diligently adding pebbles to a carving of a battlefield.
While most Legions relied on their scouts to somewhat detect the enemies, the three-eyed lizard had long finished mapping it all! But even then, it didn’t change a thing.
“We can’t stay here. We can’t attack recklessly. We have to destroy more crystals, but we don’t have the manpower to do it. Those bastards are all reinforcing their bases!”
Just as it seemed impossible, a soldier raised a claw.
“What if we do… THIS!”
In one mighty swoop, he grabbed the pebbles representing them and slammed them right at a spot on the map that read “12th Legion”! Wait, was he proposing to reconquer their land?
This was the perfect plan! They’d—
“It won’t work. That 7th Legion bastard knows…”
Just as they were getting hyped up, a certain three-eyed lizard suddenly pointed at the map, or rather at the four battalions ready to collapse on their asses if they tried it.
What?! If they couldn’t even do that, then what were they supposed to do?! But just as they were feeling despair creeping up, a chuckle resounded.
“Actually, let’s attack here instead. They won’t expect it.”
All eyes turned toward the spot he had pointed, shocked gasp erupting. Was he seriously proposing to attack there?! This wasn’t just madness. This was suicidal!
Then again, they REALLY wouldn’t expect it.
“Oh well, time to die…”