Combatants Will Be Dispatched Light Novel Novels & Stories

Seras is a sunrise with fists, she punches straight through three soldiers at once, armor blazing so hot their armor melts off them mid-scream. Lucian is the storm itself, wings wide enough to blot out the citadel’s shadow, lightning chaining from soldier to soldier until the sky smells like burnt ozone and terror. Kayo opens nine portals at once and steps out of all of them, tails lashing, foxfire blades carving soldiers into confetti. Rowan stands on the roof of our dorm, book open, speaking one calm sentence in a language that makes reality hiccup. Half the Sky battalion suddenly forgets how wings work and falls screaming into the void.

Things will never change. "Haaah!" Voice of a woman stopping the horse. Jasmine quickly hid behind a tree. Fortunately on the other side of the plateau she tied Star. Stallion come fast running too. On it's back Alfred ia riding. It was a day to give a small part to Ka Digna's organization for their protection against the bandits. More and more people like Ka Digna. Revolting against the government and opponents like Captain Jake Montalbe. Jasmine is also unaware that her cousin Alfred is also convincing her friend Ka Digna to voluntarily surrender and submit to the law again while the government still has time to grant amnesty. The encounters between the soldiers and Ka Digna's group are al

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

Fabian moves with precision, striking down rogues with sheer dominance. William fights beside me, moving swiftly and deadly. He dodges incoming attacks and slashes rogues' throats with his claws, spraying blood into the air. My warriors cut through the enemies like a storm of death. They scream in pain, and their warriors fall one after the other to the ground. Fabian patrols the battlefield, acting as backup for every almost injured Moonlight sentinel. Their confidence gradually wavers as they realize they are losing. I tear into another, sinking my teeth into his shoulder before slamming him to the ground with bone-crushing force.

His words ignited a spark in the hearts of our warriors, their resolve solidifying as they nodded in agreement. Lucian turned to me, his expression softening. “Are you ready?” I nodded, gripping the hilt of my dagger tightly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “Then let’s finish this.” The sound of battle erupted like a storm, a cacophony of growls, roars, and the clash of weapons. Damien’s forces were relentless, their movements coordinated and ruthless. The rogue army, enhanced by dark magic, moved with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine.

But the two of them together, side by side… Is a sight to behold. Lamia’s wolf lifts her head and lets out a powerful howl, accompanied by Mathias's beast with a commanding roar. Within minutes, over two hundred and fifty thousand warriors from three kingdoms, begin to tread at a steady but swift pace in unison towards the border of Cambiador. Our paws pound against the ground, heartbeats thumping like the beat of drums as we race to face the enemy. *****

Damian stretched his hands forward without a word, and his army surged toward us like a relentless tide. Ahead of my army, Luca and I didn’t hesitate. With a shared glance, we charged into the fray, breaking through Damian’s men with swift, brutal efficiency. The sounds of battle roared around us—clashing blades, howling wolves, and cries of pain—but none of it mattered. My focus was singular: Damian. His soldiers came at us from all sides, but we carved a path through them, our movements a deadly dance. My claws slashed through flesh and bone, my senses heightened as the red energy burned through me. Beside me, Luca fought with unmatched ferocity, his strikes precise and lethal.

"I have already ordered the troops of the Area to prepare for battle, and they are standing at the borders of the Area. At this time, the war party of the tribe "Born in darkness" led by the Trust approached the boundaries of the Range, and the trust asked them to stop to tell them: "Remember-spare no one! Let them drown in their blood! - with anger delivered trust, and Battle for Areal began: every fighter tribe "Born in darkness" destroyed with the help laser weapons in their the hands of warriors tribe " Born under of light." Then with fierce faces of the warriors of the tribe, "Born in darkness" won the temple Area and exulted bloody victory. But in an instant their mood changed dramatic

I nodded and followed him through the camp until we reached the source of the fighting. A small battlefield had cropped up at the edge of the camp where about two dozen of those enemy soldiers were clashing with Pheonix men. They wore the same dark clothing and carried the same foul scent as those that had attacked Pheonix and I shivered at the sight of their glowing amber eyes and saliva-dripping fangs. "Esme cover me," Tobias ordered, his eyes locking on something a couple of hundred metres away.