Novel & Cerita Combatants Will Be Dispatched Volume 7

My pack surged behind me. The alphas engaged in a fierce clash, resembling crashing waves. Fangs met flesh, claws met steel, and the atmosphere filled with roars and curses. I skillfully pivoted, evading a strike aimed at my head, and then delivered an elbow to a shoulder, causing the attacker to stumble. Behind me, Victor’s silver-haired warriors carved through enemies with precision. “Andres!” he barked, deflecting a dagger from a subordinate. “Keep your focus on the ritual site. That’s where the real battle will be won or lost.”

And I would make sure he regretted it when he came. The world shrank to steel, claws, and blood. Strike. Block. Tear. Shove the enemy back, again and again. My arms burned, my lungs clawed for air, but I didn’t let the line falter. Everywhere I looked, my warriors fought like demons, disciplined, ruthless. Camerin’s blade flashed to my left, dropping wolves before they could close the gap. Micah’s hunters loosed volley after volley from behind the shields, thinning the tide. But it wasn’t enough to push them back. Not yet.

The third could move unseen as she flashes and dashes killing soldiers off silently as if a reaper who deals death undetected. The last of the monsters could conjure a thousand different beings of monstrosity that would rampage the battlefield with torn flesh and broken bones. It was a disaster for the combatants as they were simply annihilated effortlessly. Seeing all this, Marco was petrified. "Anna, contact the scientist and tell him operation is a go. Send the asset on the second world," Marco said to Anna. "Affirmative, president." Anna responded. "This is a slaughter," Cindy whispered as she was busy blinking about the battlefield as her kill count was about to reach a thousand.

she declared, her voice ringing out across the desolate plains. Liam, his gaze fixed on the approaching horde, echoed her sentiment with a grim determination. "We fight." The robed figure let out a raspy sigh, a flicker of something resembling gratitude crossing its purple eyes. With a wave of its hand, a surge of energy erupted from the ground, forming a series of jagged obsidian spikes that rose to meet the approaching tide. The battle commenced, a chaotic clash of light and darkness. Evie unleashed blasts of energy from her staff, pushing back the obsidian creatures with each hit. Liam, a whirlwind of steel, danced between the snapping claws and razor-sharp teeth, his every strike precise

With a final surge of determination, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, channeling the artifacts' energy into a devastating blow that sent Victor crashing to the ground. The battlefield fell silent, the echoes of battle fading into the cool morning air. Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts

With a final surge of determination, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, channeling the artifacts' energy into a devastating blow that sent Victor crashing to the ground. The battlefield fell silent, the echoes of battle fading into the cool morning air. Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts

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.

Outside the viewscreen, the steel mill loomed, lit by the otherworldly glow of Windwalker's presence and the deep red of elemental magma. Three against seven. The math was terrible. But as Bryan looked around at his team—at Amy with her new resolve, at Classy's steady hands, at Cara's fierce loyalty, at Emma's nervous courage, at Mello and Willz's silent readiness, at Shadowalker's ancient burden—he thought maybe, just maybe, terrible math could be rewritten. The transport descended. The first real battle for the fate of their world was about to begin.

JIA POV "Alright, that concludes the fights for day one. Let me remind you of our winners. Capt. Bolis of Vaal, Lt. Oslo of Glortinon, Lt. Kaipo of Cok, Commander Saz of Cok, Lt. Net of Hassin, Commander Burk of Hassin, Commander Garlof of Cok, Capt. Terrax of Glortinon, Capt. Cull of Shikaz, Lt. Zarn of Makskin, and Lt. Modok of Gaimo," the announcer says and the crowd interrupts him with a loud roar of cheers.

I opened and closed a portal on his arm causing it to detach from the rest of his body. "This is war, third born, everyone dies. My comrades died, my friends died, my family died, " the commander said now approaching me, "it was a mistake trying to kill the second-born first, I should've realized you were the stronger one and I should kill you first, " he said grabbing me by the top of my head. "In regards of power, the second born is nothing compared to you, "