Chapter 143: The Sky Burns
The Ashfall Marches were completely silent for exactly three seconds.
Rolf threw the crushed corrupted core into the bloody mud. He let out another deafening howl.
The surviving Corrupted Paladins stared at the lifeless corpse of Commander Kaelen. Their absolute invincibility was shattered. The fanatic zealots of the Zenith Academy suddenly felt something they had ignored for centuries.
They felt pure mortal terror.
The front line of the Vanguard broke. The towering High-Orcs dropped their heavy broadswords and began to stumble backward.
"Push forward!" Rolf roared. The Silver Wolf pointed his blood-soaked claws toward the retreating enemy. "Leave no survivors!"
The Beastman infantry surged over the razor-wire trenches. They ruthlessly hacked down the fleeing Paladins. The mud ran black with monster blood.
I watched the glorious slaughter from the high iron walls. The ground war was officially won.
But the Zenith Academy was not finished.
