Bloodiest Battle In Human History นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can’t believe that despite everything I’d tried to do to prevent this we had still arrived at this moment. They clashed and it sounded like a clap of thunder. I flinched back at the sound of two heavy bodies colliding together. I wanted to look okay but I couldn’t tear my gaze from them, I couldn’t help but watch. They were both glorious in their own right. Both gloriously covered in blood, one from torture and from killing his enemies, the other from betrayal. Both were extremely beautiful. Standing there on the battlefield, arms glistening under the sun, muscles flexing, they looked like a renaissance painting.

They had become the assistants of the dark forces. With the participation of these forces, the war expanded faster. Soon, the fire of war was ignited everywhere, and the scale of the war became larger. Blood dyed the sand red, but it also made countless great heroes and stories emerge in this life-and-death battle. In the blink of an eye, the war had gone on for decades. God's Palace was also the main place of this battle. The corpses could almost be piled up into a mountain. Deathly silence permeated the area. The mountains and rivers have been destroyed.

Darwin: The battle was far more brutal than expected. Dead bodies lay across the ground, a mix of our own people, rogues and rebel soldiers. Daniel and I were yet to turn as we were preserving our energy to fight our common enemy. A wolf lunged at me and I caught it by its collar and snapped its next in one move. It dropped to the ground, slowly shifting back to its human form as it took its last breath. Another one came and I sank my claws into it, twisting and tearing its guts out so it lay on the floor in a disgusting pile.

I could excuse a lot of things, but the killing of children was unforgivable. At the border, the scene unfolded before me like a nightmare. The battlefield was stained with blood, bodies lying crumpled and lifeless, both wolf and human. Claw marks streaked across the ground, deep gouges in the earth where fierce battles had been fought. The roadblocks set up to protect our tribe had been destroyed and torn apart by the enemy. My dad and the other alphas fought with solidarity, knowing our loyalty to the tribe was our greatest strength. Fucking bastards!

Their eyes pleaded for aid, but their cries for help were drowned out by the noise. I surveyed the surroundings, absorbing every minute detail. The earth beneath my boots was scorched, drenched in blood, bearing silent testimony to the battle that had transpired here. Blood stained the stones, a vivid red marking the site of the fierce battle. The lifeless bodies of people and rogues were strewn about, their forms twisted and shattered in death’s final dance. The rogue wolves had shown no mercy, their claws and teeth carving a deadly trail.

The humans in the painting all had red hair. "Did you know that this painting depicts the last day of a great war? This great war is called 'the battle of ataraxia', meaning the battle between angry souls." said the white-and-black woman. "Even the last day is terrible." "The battle of ataraxia lasted for over 1000 years. Your land in this time has always been drenched in blood. Be thankful that you do not live in this era. The average lifespan of a human is only 25 years. Everyone is used to seeing body parts everywhere. The lords have the same goal: to have their house win the war, or at least be the last ones standing after everyone is dead."

The princess screamed as the fangs pierced her skin. "The fangs are venomous! We must hurry! We must kill the fiend!" I could hear the color of their voices. Smell their sweat… Hear their hearts. "We aren't late…There is still hope." The vision changed again. This time I was in the heat of the battle. Man dying around me, fighting for their lives… loved ones… for glory…for honor. Blood everywhere, rivers of blood flow. The armies clash, arrows fire. Some hit, some miss. The half-dead and the dying fall to the ground, praying to the gods for a swift end. Nobody answered. The two armies clashed again. More and more of dead are piling on the once busy streets of the Capital. Sword clashed, brot

In his blood-red eyes, there was only one belief. Slaughter! A complete and utterly insane slaughter! "Puchi!" Fresh blood flew in all directions, and limbs flew everywhere. In an instant, the army of 10,000 from the Ming Yu turned into tens of thousands of ants. Zhu Yanshuo stared blankly at the scene, his body trembling uncontrollably... Even though he fought on the battlefield all year round and was used to life and death battles, he had never heard or seen such a massacre. Brutal. It was simply too cruel.

DEATH ENCOMPASSES ALL PLAINS JUST OUTSIDE GRENALIA, BATTLE BETWEEN THE VAMPIRES AND HUMANS. The screams and cries of dying and injured soldiers could be heard from across the length and breadth of the battlefield. Troops rallied, clashed and died as every inch of land was taken and retaken by blood and steel. "Men, show no mercy to the Vampire scum!" Jurgen yelled at his troops as he hacked into a trio of vampires that beset him.

Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low "Silence," said Moriah. "Remember where you are. They were heading to the Garde Hundreds had come to the battle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Battle of Blood. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their live