Chapter 75: The Hero's Crucible
The battlefield at the base of the Great Wall had devolved into an incomprehensible meat grinder, but for the first time since the war began, the Vanguard Knights were not the ones being ground down.
The unified, terrifyingly coordinated ocean of monsters had suddenly shattered.
Without the neural tethers of the Cult Elites commanding them, the Abyssal Razor-Hounds turned on each other in a frenzy of territorial bloodlust.
Corrupted Storm-Vultures dove from the skies, tearing into the exposed necks of the Goliath Siege-Turtles.
The feral instincts of the beast horde had entirely overridden their demonic programming.
Standing behind the shattered main gates, Aegon Logcheville wiped a streak of blood and soot from his cheek.
He gripped his Blood Fire Spear. He saw the chaos ripping through the enemy lines.
"They're breaking formation!" a Vanguard Captain yelled, his voice hoarse.
"The beasts are eating each other!"
