Overlord Husk Au Novels & Stories

Behind him, the Vanguard followed, a tide of teeth and steel plunging down the treacherous slope. Roman was a whirlwind of violence. He didn't just bite; he tore. He caught a Husk by the shoulder, his powerful jaws snapping through bone-reinforced essence like dry kindling. Marcus and the others were a wall of steel, their blades clashing against silver needles. The sound was deafening—the ring of metal on glass, the guttural roars of the wolves, and the high-pitched, whistling screams of the Husks. “Ellie, now!” Marcus yelled, ducking under a spear of shadow. “The path is open!”

The captain’s fist slammed down on his controls out of sheer frustration. The Hussars brought their heaviest weapons to the battlefield. Their intent to collapse the bunker was one hundred percent clear. And to top it all off, they were more than double their numbers. “All mecha squadrons,” he ordered, “enemy Hussars inbound, eight hundred strong. Stay sharp!” A shiver ran through his command as he displayed their loadouts over comms. Some had seen those hammers in action, and never wanted to see that again.