The Villain's Side of the Novel - Chapter 191: The Charge Of The Knights

“ROAR!!”

“MOAN!!”

The roars of the sea of pale monsters echoed through the frozen wasteland as they stood in front of the towering, motionless boss. Suddenly, without warning, a series of mystical portals materialized in front of the monsters. The monsters turned their empty eye sockets towards the portals, their roars fading as they prepared for whatever was coming.

From within the swirling vortexes emerged Seraphina, her presence exuding an aura of primal power. The sun’s ethereal light bathed her in an otherworldly radiance, and her eyes gleamed with a wild, untamed fire. Behind her, the knights of the Parada and Arezo families appeared, their faces etched with determination and cold resolve.

“ROAR!!”

“ROAR!!”

Primal roars erupted from the rows of monsters, reverberating through the space like a howl of ancient power. The ground beneath them trembled as the very fabric of reality seemed to shudder in response to their united roars.

The hordes of monsters rushed forward. The tension in the air was palpable as both sides braced themselves for the collision. The knights stood tall and resolute, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, while the pale monsters emitted eerie moans and guttural growls, their twisted forms contorted in a grotesque display of anticipation.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of the approaching clash. The knights tightened their grips on their weapons, their faces etched with determination.

“Charge!!!” Seraphina screamed, her voice carrying the resonance of a beast. At that moment, all hesitation vanished, and the knights surged forward, following Seraphina’s lead, their footsteps echoing through the frozen wasteland.

With a thunderous roar, the knights surged forward, their weapons gleaming in the faint sunlight. Their armor clinked and rattled as they advanced, displaying a unified front. The knights’ determination and unwavering resolve were evident in their eyes, their expressions a mixture of steely focus and controlled aggression.

As the knights charged, the monsters responded with frenzied movements. The pale creatures, devoid of eyes, relied on their heightened senses and sheer instinct. Some crawled on all fours, their grotesque bodies contorting in unnatural ways. Others bounded and leaped, their elongated limbs propelling them forward with astonishing speed. The ground shook with their collective stampede, an unsettling symphony of moans and growls emanating from their gaping mouths.

In the midst of the charge, the Parada knights invoked their spirits, their hands and weapons glowing with ethereal energy. Arcane energies danced in the air as they called upon their contacting spirits.

Julius Parada thrust his sword into the ground, and from the earth, the colossal figure of an Earth Elemental emerged. The ground cracked and trembled as the elemental towered over the battlefield before merging with Julius’s body. With a thunderous stomp, Julius sent shockwaves rippling through the enemy ranks, scattering monsters like mere playthings.

Another knight raised a hand to the sky, and a flock of Lightning Sprites materialized around them. Their tiny, flickering forms crackled with electrical energy as they darted through the air. Bolts of lightning shot from their fingertips, striking the pale monsters with precision, their electrifying attacks leaving a trail of scorched flesh and writhing bodies in their wake.

A third knight channeled their energy into summoning a large Fiery Salamander. The fiery creature burst forth, its body engulfed in flames. With nimble movements, it weaved through the chaos, leaving trails of scorching fire in its wake. Fireballs erupted from its fiery tail, hurtling

Towards the monsters and engulfing them in searing infernos.

Meanwhile, a shadowy figure materialized from the darkness at the command of another knight. The Shadow Wraith, with its ethereal form and elongated claw, weaved among the monsters. Its chilling touch drained the life force from its foes, leaving them weakened and feeble. The wraith moved with unnatural grace, striking fear into the hearts of the monsters and causing chaos amidst their ranks.

Clash!

Boom!

Slash!

As the two sides closed the distance between them, the clash became a symphony of clashing steel, monstrous howls, and battle cries. Blood spilled upon the frozen ground, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear. The knights fought valiantly, their unity and unwavering resolve pushing back against the monstrous horde. Yet, the pale monsters, driven by their sheer ferocity, proved to be formidable adversaries.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Rin lunged with supernatural speed, his eyes ablaze with determination. With a wave of his hand, Rin summoned nine towering figures clad in golden armor. The ethereal knights materialized around him.

With a swift motion, Rin extended his hand, and golden wires materialized from thin air, coiling around his fingers like shimmering serpents. The wires crackled with magical energy, and Rin’s eyes narrowed with focus.

As the pale monsters closed in, Rin’s movements became a blur. He danced and weaved through the battlefield, the golden wires extending from his hands like extensions of his own being. With incredible speed and precision, he maneuvered the wires with masterful finesse, striking at the vulnerable spots of the monsters.

The wires slashed through the air, slicing through flesh and bone, as Rin’s golden knights fought alongside him, their movements synchronized and precise. They advanced with unwavering determination, each strike punctuated by a burst of golden light.

In the midst of the chaotic battlefield, Seraphina stood like a beacon of focused power. Her eyes blazed with an intense fire as she wielded her enchanted sword, a weapon pulsating with arcane energy. With each swing and thrust, she displayed her mastery of swordsmanship, her movements fluid and precise.

As she engaged the pale monsters, Seraphina’s blade danced through the air, leaving trails of shimmering light in its wake. She unleashed a series of lightning-fast strikes, her sword cutting through the air with an almost ethereal grace. The monsters, unable to anticipate her speed and agility, found themselves unable to defend against her onslaught.

With each stroke of her sword, Seraphina channeled her magic into her attacks, infusing them with elemental power. As she brought her sword down, bolts of lightning crackled along its edge, arcing towards the monsters and searing their flesh. When she thrust her blade forward, gusts of wind followed in its wake, buffeting the monsters and knocking them off balance.

Her movements were a deadly dance, a symphony of swift strikes and evasive maneuvers. She effortlessly weaved through the chaotic battlefield, her body a blur of motion. Seraphina’s magical sword skills were a testament to her years of training and innate talent.

With a powerful upward swing, Seraphina summoned a cascade of fire from her blade. The flames erupted in a towering inferno, engulfing a group of pale monsters in its searing embrace. Their agonized cries filled the air as they were consumed by the roaring flames.

Swords clashed against claws, shields deflected savage blows, and sparks flew as metal met monstrous flesh. The battlefield was a swirling vortex of violence and desperation, with neither side giving ground easily.

The ground beneath their feet bore the scars of relentless combat.Cracks formed in the icy terrain, fissures created by the sheer force of the clashes. Snow and ice were churned into a chaotic storm, swirling in the wake of each clash. The cold air carried the scent of sweat, blood, and the unmistakable tang of magic.