Combatants Will Be Dispatched Light Novel Novels & Stories

She brought over two hundred angels-healers, who would take care of the wounded along with her, and 500 fighting angels also arrived. In total, 50.000 wizards and sorceresses came, 20.000 fairies, 40.000 dwarves, 20.000 good elves and 500 angels, which made 130.500 combatants who were on their side. The preparations for the fight went on all the time, with short breaks for meals and a a little bit of rest. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the enemy army. ~~~~~~

“Why, child? To fulfill your destiny, of course. To restore balance—or tip it forever.” “And what if I refuse?” she shot back, her voice rising. The figure smirked, their gaze piercing. “Then everything burns.” --- The battle erupted instantly, chaos consuming the hall as light clashed with shadow. Jessica unleashed torrents of golden energy, forcing the dark figure to retreat momentarily. Kade fought alongside her, his claws slashing at the tendrils of darkness that threatened to overwhelm them. Lucas darted in and out, striking at weak points with precision, while Selene wove spells designed to counteract the enemy’s magic.

Lorelei brought Lora, Kyla, Kate, and Fiona to Holden's side. Holden glanced at the shocking explosion on the top of the mountain and gritted his teeth. "Let’s launch a full-scale attack!" In just a split second, numerous Genetic Fighters and tens of millions of soldiers started to launch their attacks. The war zone extended to thousands of kilometers wide! The jets in the sky, the tanks on the land, and all sorts of heavy machinery were released. Naturally, the Dark Race was not willing to show their weak side. There were flying creatures in the sky, beasts on the ground, and numerous zombies that outnumbered the soldiers by a few times.

The antagonist countered with a wall of shadows that absorbed the impact, the collision of elements creating a dazzling display of light and darkness. As the battle raged on, Elysia's allies joined the fray, their own unique abilities adding to the chaos. Soraya's lightning bolts streaked across the sky, illuminating the battlefield in brilliant flashes. Kael's sword danced through the air, parrying strikes with uncanny precision. Arinna's vines and roots ensnared foes, rendering them immobile. The antagonist's laughter echoed through the

Figures rose from beneath the ground: half a dozen wolves of steel and flesh, their eyes bright with that same electric blue. Dante swore. “Hybrids.” Aiden drew his knife, heart pounding. “Round two.” ⸻ The valley erupted into chaos—gunfire, snarls, the hiss of circuitry under skin. Aiden fought beside Dante, blades cutting through the night. Sparks flew with every strike; the air reeked of blood and burning metal. He could feel Julian watching them from the center, calm amid the storm, as if the entire battle was part of his design.

But may sorry This is the last, you will be defeated by me. Ha! 10TH TIER OF MAGIC, VIOLET LIGHTNING. Then a flash of lightning comes out of the clouds, it hit may and may fell unconscious. May, that was a good battle. Tasoshi saya wins the final round! See you in chapter.

Dear readers, Hello, thanks for reading. Don't forget to provide support such as comments, rates and shares. no matter how small your support is very valuable to me Thank you very much, December is the last month and the novel will be finished. Thank you very much for your support. ***** Under the light of the stars and moon, the battle against the dragons broke out. The strength of the three princes was incomparable to the strength of the three dragons so they had to use reason rather than power incomparable to dragons.

The scene was like purgatory, totally in a mess. This was war. Swoosh! A sword beam pierced Flaming Qilin's back like a viper. Flaming Qilin felt a chill run down his back. He whipped around and raised a hand to shatter the sword light. However, Jiu You appeared out of nowhere. She swung her halberd and shattered the sword light. Her small face was cold. Flaming Qilin was so angry. The attack was not from the Blood race and Fiends but from a middle-aged man.

is part of the broader Japanese term tokkotai, which refers to all volunteer suicide bombers (not just pilots). The reconnaissance group lost among them there were at most twenty-five dark ones, while there were at least fifty with dull eyes, and more came up from the forest. Furies, led by Lasters, cut off limbs left and right, like a fan of blades, smashing their opponents, nearby werewolves tore out the throats of bleary-eyed vampires and once their comrades. Veilon from behind, at a safe distance, aimed at the victim, directing explosive bullets precisely between the eyes. The number of fighters in the detachment began to decrease sharply, the dull-eyed ones took in numbers.

Adrian met his gaze, something sharper flickering beneath his usual control. “And you shouldn’t have left an opening.” The tension between them flared—not hostile, not quite—but charged in a way that had nothing to do with the fight itself. Then another attacker came. And the moment shattered. The battle dragged on longer than expected, the enemy more coordinated than Vaelreth had suggested. They weren’t just disillusioned soldiers—they were organized. Intentional. Dangerous. But not enough. Not against this. Not against them. By the time the last body fell, the ground was stained dark, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air.