Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle Chapter 1107: Roan and the Siege!

The order to exterminate the rats swept through Ghoul Shelter like a wildfire, plunging the fortress into complete pandemonium. From soldiers and alchemists to kitchen staff, everyone abandoned their duties, transforming the stronghold into a gruesome slaughterhouse.

A rat darted across the barracks floor, only to be impaled by an arrow that pinned it firmly to a cot.

Squeak!

Another attempts to scale the wall were cut short by a burst of fire, incinerating the vermin until only charred remains clung to the masonry.

Gunshots echoed through the mess hall, leaving mangled pests splattered against bags of grain.

"Damn it all!" a cook roared, slamming a ladle down in sheer annoyance.

"You lot are tainting the grain with their disgusting filth!"

The soldiers simply chuckled, chambering fresh rounds as more vermin scurried into their crosshairs. Every trigger pull sent another creature tumbling lifelessly, further desecrating the food supplies with every kill.

In the depths of the kitchens, a rat bolted across a counter, weaving between various pots.

"Ah! Just die already, you filthy vermin!"

A cook shrieked, swinging her utensil frantically, but ultimately, it was a guard’s spear that pierced the creature’s belly, leaving it to writhe until it finally went still.

One daring rat even leapt into a boiling cauldron, meeting a scalding end while ruining a meal meant for dozens!

However, the laboratory was arguably in a much worse state.

Alchemists hurled vials with abandon, causing glass to shatter into sprays of frost and acid. A fleeing rat was frozen solid mid-stride.

Its body shattered into fragments shortly before a boot crushed the remains.

Crash!

Another rat was struck by a bolt of lightning, collapsing in a plume of acrid smoke. Leonidas personally hacked a attacker apart with his knife, his own face bloodied by a previous scratch from the varmint's kin.

"Just how many of these rats have infiltrated the shelter? Where are the guards? There should have been defensive barriers... wait—"

A sudden realization dawned on Leonidas: this was far more than a minor annoyance.

It was clear now why Alexander had been so visibly agitated during his announcement!

These were no ordinary pests. They were likely being commanded by another Survivor... specifically, an enemy agent potentially linked to Shane’s Eclipse Revenant Clan.

Once this thought solidified, he immediately broadcasted the warning, urging everyone to treat the situation with the gravity it deserved!

***

Everywhere, Fiona’s swarm was being systematically wiped out.

Arrows flew, spells detonated, and blades glinted; the rats proved utterly powerless against the wrath of the Ghoul Shelter defenders.

Their tiny carcasses littered the corridors until a heavy silence finally returned.

Yet, not all had perished. One rat, visibly smaller than the others, had slipped through the carnage they had intentionally created!

In truth, this widespread rat invasion was never just a desperate measure from Fiona!

It was a calculated ploy to sow discord for one solitary purpose—to reach Roan.

Cloaked in shadows, it scurried unseen into the deepest chamber, squeezing through narrow crevices until it stood before the chained dragon.

It sought refuge behind Roan’s massive frame. Though exhausted from breaching the barrier, it survived.

Far from there, Fiona finally leaned back on her bed in the meditation chamber. For days, she had quietly utilized her various skills to probe the shelter’s inner perimeter, unraveling it thread by thread with her mystic rats.

Her persistence paid off that morning. Her rats gnawed a breach, a perfect opening into the heart of the shelter to locate Roan.

However, because she pushed her intrusion too aggressively, one of her rats was detected!

She made an impulsive choice to trigger chaos, tasking her three most potent rats with using their unique skills to pinpoint Roan’s exact location.

Thanks to the ensuing bedlam, the three rats succeeded, fulfilling their mission despite the heavy losses of their kin.

It mattered little if only one survived, for she possessed the means to replicate them later!

Seeing Roan bound in chains but evidently alive, Fiona felt an immediate wave of relief.

A sly smile curled across her lips...

"At last... I have found you. Shane... the task is complete."

***

The post-purge silence proved fleeting.

High in the watchtowers, Phoenix Phalanx scouts detected movement on the horizon...

Soon, a fleet of armored vehicles advanced from the tree line.

They halted just at the edge of their weaponry's effective range.

The ground began to tremble under the rhythmic thrum of heavy machinery closing in.

Beyond any doubt, Lysandra had arrived.

Her forces maneuvered with mechanical precision.

Their discipline was truly unsettling as they spread across three sides of Ghoul Shelter like a tightening noose.

Aegis Mechs formed crisp lines...

Following closely were the Warden Units, rifles held at the ready with blades fixed at their sides.

Transport trucks rumbled into their designated positions...

Their mounted cannons swung toward the shelter walls in unison.

It went without saying that the trio of Automated Sentinel Mk-V Turrets were also prepared!

Machine guns were locked and loaded as the crews waited to unleash devastating suppressive fire.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Alarms shrieked throughout the interior of Ghoul Shelter.

Guards scrambled toward the barricades, relaying urgent reports as the enemy lines constricted. Alexander’s jaw tightened as the reality took hold...

"We are surrounded... blockaded on three sides!"

Observing from her command vehicle, Lysandra scanned the fortress.

Her gaze was frigid and analytical. With a sharp gesture, the Aegis Mechs took their positions, and the Warden Units stretched into firing lines with their rifles leveled.

The artillery division crews calibrated their cannons, poised to reduce the shelter's defenses to rubble at a moment’s notice...

"This is what you invited upon yourself..." Lysandra muttered.

Ghoul Shelter was unequivocally trapped.

Assessing the situation, Alexander knew he had to act with haste.

Between the rat infestation and Lysandra’s encroaching army, the Elixir of Draconic Vitality had arrived at a critical hour, though whether it was enough to stave off a siege remained to be seen.

***

Alexander hastily initiated contact with the three leaders currently stationed near Ghoul Shelter.

His first priority was Kelly, the head of the Skyfang Clan. Her warriors possessed unparalleled aerial supremacy. With their Flying Crews mounted on winged beasts and gliders, a strike from above would provide much-needed support!

[ Alexander: Kelly! I require your Flying Crews immediately! Hit them from the air! The potions I promised are in my possession! ]

The reply arrived almost instantly.

[ Kelly: So you finally succeeded? The Elixir is genuine? ]

[ Alexander: It is. Maximillian did it. We have permanent boosts, immunity, and unparalleled resilience—the whole dream. A full 300% boost is ready. ]

[ Kelly: Well done. However, you must understand, Alexander... my Flying Crews are incredibly thin. Shane’s scouts have already tracked our movements. If I deploy them now, our secret base will be exposed. ]

[ Alexander: If Ghoul Shelter falls, your chance at the Elixir vanishes. I cannot distribute it if I’m dead. Send them now, and I will grant your clan priority status. ]

Kelly hesitated before responding.

[ Kelly: I will consider it, but I need proof. Send me a single vial. If it proves authentic, my Flying Crews will descend upon Lysandra’s forces. Until then, they stay grounded. ]

Alexander cursed under his breath. He had no time to waste, but he moved to the next contact.

Second was Nestor, the commander of the Ironclad Brotherhood. His clan specialized in heavily armored infantry—masters of shield walls, heavy ordinance, and sheer physical durability, bolstered by their leader’s Legendary Talent.

They were the only ones capable of holding a line against such overwhelming force!

Perhaps they could even withstand the Aegis Mechs.

[ Alexander: Nestor! I need your Ironclads to mobilize at once! Lysandra’s mechs are closing in. Use your shield walls to break their formation. The Elixir is finished... I’ll grant you your share! ]

Nestor’s reply was characteristically slow, yet final.

[ Nestor: If true, it changes the game. But my troops are already committed. Shane has deployed units against our healers... if I redirect my forces, we face disaster. ]

Alexander grew livid. The reasoning was absurd!

[ Alexander: This takes priority! Lysandra has brought Aegis Mechs and artillery. If she levels Ghoul Shelter, you will be her next target. ]

[ Nestor: Perhaps. But I don’t wager so recklessly. I need a guarantee. Send me at least 300 vials within the month. ]

[ Alexander: Three hundred? Do you realize how impossible that is? We can negotiate terms... I must appeal to five clans, not just you. I cannot commit the entire stock to your clan alone! ]

[ Nestor: Then you shall fight without us. Unless, of course, you change your mind. ]

Alexander slammed his fist against his desk, the bottles clattering in agitation. Another delay, another impossible demand.

With a heavy heart, he opened a channel to Ylla, the matriarch of the Mystic Gate Clan. Her members were master infiltrators and saboteurs. If anyone could undermine Lysandra’s siege, it was them.

[ Alexander: Ylla! The other clans are dragging their feet. I need your Agents now. Infiltrate their lines, disable their cannons, and neutralize their gunners. The Elixir is ready, and your clan shall have exclusive first access. ]

Ylla’s reply arrived, carrying a hint of dark amusement.

[ Ylla: You really managed to brew it. Impressive... I只 hope you didn’t waste too much Dragon Blood in the process. ]