Chapter 179: Echoes of Blood and ShadowsRyan approached the small, plain tent with careful steps, holding a steaming cup of water in his hands. The scent of hot herbs lingered faintly, rising from the liquid, mixing with the earthy aroma of the camp surrounding them. Inside, Chaollete Ashley was seated on one of the two narrow beds the tent contained, her posture tense, knees drawn close, as if the world outside had ceased to exist and left only her own racing thoughts. Her hands gripped the edge of her thighs, pressing them into her face, and for a long moment, she did not speak, did not acknowledge Ryan’s presence.Ryan knelt beside her, setting the cup on the small makeshift wooden table beside the bed. "Drink this first," he said softly, his tone calm but firm, almost like the anchor of reason in the storm of her emotions.Chaollete shook her head slightly, her voice trapped behind the tight barrier of her lips. She could barely form words, each

Chapter 181: Purge of the Hidden ThreatThe sun had barely risen, yet the military camp buzzed with restless energy, a silent storm gathering in the hearts of over two thousand knights who had survived the recent skirmishes. The ground itself seemed to hum beneath the weight of so many armored feet. The morning air was thick with the smell of metal, sweat, and the lingering tension of nights plagued by unseen threats. Ryan stood at the edge of the camp, observing the assembly with a composed face, though his mind raced through every possible scenario. Beside him, Chaollete Ashley adjusted her gloves, her eyes scanning the formation with a sharp precision, already predicting the soldiers’ reactions before they even moved.From the center of the camp, a stage had been erected, raised slightly to grant visibility over the sea of knights. Sullivan, the Sword Saint, stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate silence. His dark, unyielding gaze swept across t

Chapter 183: The Clash of TitansOut of the two thousand knights still capable of holding a blade, Sullivan selected a thousand and stationed them to guard the camp, assigning only two officers to oversee their discipline. The remainder of the force, nearly a thousand, he led directly toward the battlefield, their armor clinking and their boots crushing the earth as they moved in precise formation. Every step was calculated, every breath measured, for Sullivan knew that the confrontation awaiting them would test even the most seasoned warriors to their limits.The scouts had spread out across the terrain, moving silently and blending with the shadows of the forest. Their eyes were keen, trained to spot the slightest disturbance, the faintest trail left by the monstrous enemies they were hunting. One scout, panting slightly from the hurried march, returned to Sullivan and reported, “Sir, the enemies are concentrating near the mature class aliens. There’s no sig

Chapter 185: The Crucible of Dominion"Exterminate them!"The command echoed through the battlefield, harsh and unyielding, bouncing off the jagged rocks and scorched earth where the remnants of alien resistance clustered. The aliens froze for a heartbeat, uncertain whether to obey the juvenile-class mutant who barked the order or to retreat from the carnage that had already begun to consume them. Their hesitation cost them dearly, for in the chaos of indecision, the human forces closed in with ruthless precision.Ryan’s eyes glimmered with a sharp, calculating light as he surveyed the battlefield from a distant ridge, his presence almost ethereal against the backdrop of the chaos. He had orchestrated this slaughter not through brute force alone, but through a meticulous orchestration of battlefield geometry. Like a master tactician who had studied ancient wars of Earth, he mirrored the devastating maneuver of the Carthaginians against the Romans

Chapter 187: Shattering the Beast“Chaollete!” Risa’s shout pierced the cacophony of battle, her voice sharp enough to cut through the chaos, though it was almost redundant. Chaollete Ashley had already moved with precision, her instincts honed by countless encounters and moments where hesitation could mean death. In a fluid motion, she seized her robe, twisting and reinforcing it with her own Dioki, transforming the delicate fabric into a hardened shield that absorbed the alien’s blade with a metallic click. The sound resonated in the field, a small testament to her skill and quick reflexes.The alien’s attack had failed, its momentum interrupted by Chaollete’s sudden countermeasure, leaving it vulnerable for the first time in the skirmish. Seizing the opportunity, Chaollete molded a concentrated explosive bullet in her palm, Dioki coiling within it like a serpent poised to strike. She released it with a controlled force, launching the projectile directl