Chapter 130: Trench Warfare
The High Elven trenches were already a chaotic slaughterhouse of mud, blood, and heavy artillery fire. The front line was completely pinned down by Silas's steam tanks.
They never expected the true nightmare to come from behind.
A massive, blood-curdling howl shattered the air. The thick trees at the rear of the Purist encampment violently exploded outward.
"YOU CANNOT STOP ME!!" Rolf roared.
Rolf did not use stealth. The Silver Wolf hit the Elven rear guard like a thousand-pound iron truck. He was a pure, unstoppable blur of silver fur and visceral violence.
He crashed completely through a solid granite barricade as if it were made of fragile glass.
"Come and face me, you cowards! Today shall be the end of Vane Dynasty!"
His massive claws tore through silver armor, and his jaws snapped Elven spines with sickening crunches.
Rolf purged the pathway forward with absolute brutality, throwing broken bodies into the mud to clear the road for his King.
