Battle B-daman Series 소설 & 이야기

He hits the other eye of Daman before letting go of his weak body. Zayn got to his feet and turned away from him, breathing calmly and steadily. "You really think you can walk in and rule Baridoki? The kingdom that has never been defeated in war. Silas brought you and your warriors to your death" Daman silently rose to his feet and stared at Zayn from behind with his face covered in blood and two black eyes that made it almost impossible to see. His fingers grew into claws once again and he pulled forward to stab into Zayn but he saw it coming already.

Within a blink of an eye, the vampire leader had the beta by the throat choking him. The other two vampires were already on the gamma pouncing on him. There was no one to help the others and they could not even send a mind link to the warriors outside. Within minutes half the furniture in the packhouse was broken in half. The battle inside was brutal, the beta and gamma could hold their own as they were of the higher ranks and were more skilled in battle.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos. Explosions shook the ground beneath their feet, debris raining down like deadly confetti. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning flesh, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Damian fought desperately, each strike fueled by grief and rage, knowing that the woman who had once been his sister—Lila—was now their fiercest adversary.

"Ignore them. Go get ready." Black Garuda looked as though he had just been pardoned from death row. "Yes, Boss!" He immediately disappeared backstage. *** Inside a VIP room on the second floor. A large bald man covered in scars watched everything unfold. His eyes were as cold as a snake's. Bima Sangar. Calista's greatest rival in tonight's battle for territory. Behind him stood two fighters with dangerous auras. "That Darmawan girl managed to find someone like him?" He sneered before turning to one of his subordinates. "Go tell them to surrender now."

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Chapter 43 Narat’s POV “Get your hands off him or you face my wrath!” That voice… deep, furious, unmistakable. No way… WARIN!!!!!! Just like a speed of lightning, they were all on the ground begging for their lives. Well, that’s him for you….super strong and fast. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt me… not when he is around.

“Let them come,” Amidst the turmoil, I finally spotted Damon, the ruthless leader of the rogues, striding forward with a self-assured smirk. Beside him, Duscha's gaze bore a mix of defiance and animosity towards us. At the forefront of our defence, Ryder and Rex stood with fierce determination in their eyes. "Damon," Ryder's voice cut through the chaos, "You underestimate us." Damon's menacing laughter reverberated across the battlefield. "You can't hide behind your precious barrier forever, Ryder. It's only a matter of time before it crumbles, and then we will crush you all."

“You can’t carry this burden alone. Let me help.” Her eyes met his, a mixture of defiance and desperation. “You’ll only make it worse.” The ground beneath them shuddered again, cracks spreading like veins across the battlefield. From those cracks, smaller creatures began to emerge—gnarled, twisted forms that clawed their way toward the defenders. “Dammit!” Damian cursed, unsheathing his blade. He turned to Elijah. “You deal with her. I’ll handle these.” Without waiting for a response, Damian charged into the fray, cutting down the smaller creatures with ruthless efficiency.

The woman seemed to be enjoying all that was going on below, and the more she waved her hands, the more zombies came out of the ground, making it almost impossible to win the forthcoming battle. "Watch out, Ember!" Damien yelled, nudging her gently and slapping a zombie in the face before severing its head; however, that didn't kill it. "What the fuck? How do we fight off these things?" Damien grunted. Emberlynn held his shoulder as he prepared to fight, and she stepped in front of him. Just as the undead army closed in, Emberlynn raised her hands, and her eyes blazed with a golden light. She lifted off the ground, her radiance illuminating the darkened area.

They were silenced before they could even make a sound, their lives extinguished in a single violent moment. Vivienne saw bodies drenched in blood that sprayed across the battlefield every time a limb was being ripped off. She saw a great number of limbs torn from bodies, saw heads crushed beneath brutal force, saw warriors, some shaped like men, others not, falling, rising and fighting again in endless cycles of destruction. Swords clashed again and again, their ringing cutting through the air. The sound was deafening, a chaotic symphony of agony, rage, and death.