I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 481: Bugs Fight

The air was thick with anticipation as the swarm of bug-like creatures crashed against the Magic barriers, their chitinous bodies emitting a harsh, metallic screech.

Erend and Eccar stood ready, their eyes locked on the horizon. They could see through the fog of war, each beat of their Dragon Eyes revealing more details of the encroaching threat.

Suddenly, from within the mass of smaller creatures, larger, more menacing forms began to emerge.

Giant insects, each towering over the already formidable swarm, pushed their way to the forefront.

Their mandibles clicked ominously, and their multi-faceted eyes glinted with malevolent intelligence.

These were not just mindless beasts—they were something more.

Gasps of horror and murmurs of disbelief rippled through the ranks of the Elven defenders. The sight of the colossal bugs sent a wave of fear through even the most seasoned warriors.

Yet, despite the dread gnawing at their hearts, the Elves held their ground, their training and resolve keeping them steady.

"Giants!" a warrior shouted, his voice cracking with alarm.

"Stand firm!" another bellowed, trying to rally his comrades. "We will not falter!"

The first line of Elven warriors, their armor gleaming despite the red rain, braced themselves as the giant insects reached the barriers.

With a ferocious roar, the barriers flared one last time before the creatures breached them, the Magic defenses collapsing in a blinding flash of light and sound. With it killing about a thousand of them.

"Ready yourselves!" Erend's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. "For the Elven Kingdom!"

"For the Elven Kingdom!" echoed the warriors, their voices a unified cry of defiance.

The clash was immediate and brutal. The first row of Elven warriors met the oncoming horde with a symphony of clashing steel and tearing chitin.

Swords, spears, and arrows found their marks, piercing through the carapaces of the smaller creatures and striking at the weak points of the giants.

The courtyard became a battlefield, the air filled with the sounds of battle cries and the dying screeches of the bugs.

Despite their efforts, the swarm seemed endless. For every creature they felled, another two took its place.

The Elven warriors fought valiantly, but the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming.

"We need to hold this line!" one of the Ellf general shouted, slashing through a giant bug's mandibles. "Do not let them through!"

The warriors gritted their teeth, pushing back with everything they had. The Mages, standing behind the front lines, continued to cast spells, their Magic supporting the warriors and creating barriers to slow the advance of the swarm.

But the battle was taking its toll. The ground was slick with the ichor of the fallen creatures, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of blood and ozone.

The courtyard was a cacophony of battle—the clash of weapons, the screeching of the creatures, and the cries of the Elven warriors.

Amidst the chaos, the red rain continued to fall, staining the ground and the combatants alike.

It mingled with the ichor of the fallen creatures, creating a macabre landscape of crimson mud and broken bodies.

The wind howled through the high towers, its mournful wail a chilling backdrop to the fierce combat. It whipped at the cloaks and banners, carrying with it the acrid stench of blood and ozone, a constant reminder of the unnatural storm that heralded the Great Calamity.

Erend and Eccar stood at the edge of the courtyard, their eyes never leaving the battlefield. They were ready to join the fray at a moment's notice, their hands gripping their weapons tightly, but they heeded King Gulben's command to conserve their strength for the true battle yet to come.

Eccar glanced at Erend, his scarred face set in a grimace. "They fight well," he said. "The Elven warriors have always been strong."

Erend nodded, his eyes following the movements of the soldiers. "They are strong and skilled. I have no doubt they will hold the line." At least that's what he trying to believe.

A particularly fierce gust of wind sent a shiver down Erend's spine, and he shifted his stance, his gaze fixed on the swarm. Despite the dire circumstances he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the Elven warriors' resilience.

Eccar's eyes narrowed as he watched the front lines. "Do you think they can stop them all?"

Erend took a deep breath, the scent of blood and rain filling his lungs. "I believe they can. They've trained for this, prepared for this moment. The barriers, the warriors, the Mages—they're all doing their part."

Eccar nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Still, it's difficult to stand here and watch. Every instinct tells me to join the fight."

"I understand. I want to join the fight too. But we must trust in their abilities for now. We are needed for the greater battle. When the true enemy reveals itself we must be at full strength," Erend said.

Eccar sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "You're right. It's just...hard to stand by and do nothing."

Erend gave a small, wry smile. "It's not nothing. We're ensuring that when the time comes, we'll be ready to lead them to victory."

The two Dragonborns stood in silence for a moment, watching as the Elven warriors continued to push back the swarm. The red rain fell in relentless sheets, the howling wind whipping it into their faces, but the warriors held their ground.

The battle raged on, a symphony of chaos and valor.

Among them, General Kael, a seasoned warrior with a commanding presence, stood at the forefront.

His silver armor gleamed despite the rain, and his eyes burned fiercely. He had fought in countless battles, but the sheer scale of this conflict was unlike anything he had ever faced.

Suddenly, a roar echoed across the courtyard, louder and more menacing than the others. A giant bug, its chitinous body towering over the other creatures, emerged from the black fog.

Its multiple eyes glowed with a bloodlust light, and its mandibles clicked hungryly.

The Elven warriors around General Kael hesitated, their eyes widening in fear. The creature was enormous, a monstrous embodiment of the calamity that threatened their world.

"Hold your positions! Focus on your battles! I will handle this beast," General Kael's voice rang out, clear and authoritative, cutting through the rising panic.

The warriors nodded, their faith in their general unwavering. They turned back to their foes, their resolve steeling as they continued to fight with renewed vigor.

Kael squared his shoulders, his grip tightening on his sword. The giant bug screeched, its wings beating furiously as it lunged toward him. With a powerful leap, Kael met the creature head-on, their collision sending shockwaves through the air.

The battle between the general and the giant bug begin. Kael moved with the grace and precision of a master swordsman, his blade flashing as he struck at the creature's vulnerable joints.

The bug retaliated with vicious swipes of its mandibles and claws, each attack narrowly missing its mark as Kael deftly dodged and parried.

The clash was intense, a testament to Kael's skill. He circled the creature, his eyes scanning for weaknesses, his mind calculating each move. The bug's movements were powerful but sluggish, and Kael used its size against it, darting in and out of its reach with lightning speed.

With a swift strike, Kael severed one of the bug's legs, causing it to stagger. Seizing the advantage, he launched a flurry of attacks.

The bug screeched in pain, its ichor spraying across the battlefield.

Kael's final blow was a masterpiece of swordsmanship. With a powerful leap, he drove his blade deep into the creature's head, piercing through its exoskeleton and into its brain.

The bug shuddered, its eyes dimming as it collapsed to the ground, defeated.

The surrounding warriors paused, their eyes fixed on their general as he stood over the fallen beast, his chest heaving with exertion. A moment of silence hung in the air, the sounds of battle fading as they absorbed the sight of Kael's victory.

"Focus on your battles!" Kael called out, his voice steady and commanding. "We will not fall this day. Fight with all your strength!"

The warriors' cheers rose above the din, their spirits lifted by Kael's display of courage and skill.

They redoubled their efforts, their weapons striking with renewed ferocity as they fought to protect their home.

Erend and Eccar, watching from their position, exchanged a glance. The sight of Kael's victory, and the unwavering resolve of the Elven warriors, filled them with a fierce pride and hope.

One by one, the remaining bugs fell, their bodies adding to the mounting piles of the dead. The courtyard, once a place of serene beauty, was now a testament to the Elves' fierce defense, the ground carpeted with the remains of their enemies.

Finally, with a final clash, the last bug fell. A heavy silence descended upon the courtyard, broken only by the labored breathing of the warriors and the distant rumble of thunder.

The red rain continued to fall, but the howling wind began to subside, as if acknowledging the end of the battle.

The Elven warriors stood amidst the carnage, their weapons lowered.

They survived the first round.

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