Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle Chapter 1209: The Dragon Army and the Defenders
After the Cross-Apocalypse began, numerous portals opened, allowing the Dragons and their Army to enter this realm... Some of them didn’t even have to use such gates as they were transported through a mysterious force.
At this time, one of the Dragon Armies moved along the Gorge of Oath in the northern region of the Continent.
The army was vast, chaotic, and filled with creatures that would normally tear each other apart.
Yet under the command of Aelith Duskbane and Ylara Moonfang, the two Dark Elves, they moved like a single organism.
These two Dark Elves were not only commanders but the glue that bound the host together.
Aelith was tall, lean, and had the eye of a Dragon. He scanned the horizon constantly, measuring distances, counting supplies, and predicting threats.
He carried a black obsidian spear that doubled as a staff... Needless to say, he was also wielding dark or corrupted mana. Ylara, on the other hand, was shorter but far more intimidating.
She wielded twin curved blades. Her reputation within the army was simple... Disobedience meant death. Even ogres bowed their heads when she passed.
That night, the elves stood at the center of the encampment. Torches burned low, casting shadows across the restless army.
Lizardmen sharpened their spears, salamanders watched the embers fall from their mouths, lamia coiled in circles whispering chants, and manticores prowled near the edges for security.
Meanwhile, wyverns circled overhead, their screeches echoing across the valley.
Aelith spread a hide map across a stone table.
"It should be half a day to the shelter near a lake..." he said. "I hope that’s a good place to raid. Our food reserves will not last beyond two days. We must raid another shelter soon."
Ylara tore into a strip of dried meat, chewing slowly. "Neutral shelters are weak. Survivor shelters have better defenses, but more food. We’ll take whichever lies closest. The army cannot march on empty stomachs."
They both knew the truth... in this zombie‑ridden world, food was scarce.
Crops were ruined, rivers poisoned, and livestock were hunted and devoured. The Dragon Army survived only by raiding human settlements... stripping them of grain, meat, and water.
Aelith’s mind was always on logistics. He calculated silently... ’
Of course, if necessary, they could survive without food for a few days but that meant that their firepower would also go weaker!
He turned to Ylara. "We must move closer to a body of water. The wyverns and salamanders grow thirsty. In two days, we march east to the river."
Ylara nodded, wiping her blades clean. "And the zombies?"
Vaelith sneered. "If they wander without kings or lords, they are nothing but fodder. Kill them if they block the path."
Indeed, the Dragon Army did not ally with the undead.
When hordes of zombies stumbled into their march, lizardmen speared them, salamanders burned them, and ogres crushed them underfoot.
The vampires were another matter.
Well, they were intelligent, cunning, and nocturnal. The elves tolerated them only because they shared a common enemy... humans. But cooperation was thin, and trust nonexistent.
***
The elves walked among their troops, ensuring discipline. Ylara inspected the lamia, making sure their chants were ready to cast defensive spells.
Aelith also checked the siege beasts... These massive reptilian creatures were dragging towers and chains, confirming they were fed enough to march.
Just like that, the Dragon Army kept moving under the watch of a few rats following their group silently.
These rats watched as the manticores snarled at salamanders, trolls bickered with ogres, and wyverns swooped too low, scattering lizardmen.
It felt as if this army would scatter at any time.
However, each time chaos threatened, Ylara’s blades appeared, or Vaelith’s spear struck the ground, sending a pulse of mana that silenced the creatures...
Still, they ate sparingly. They were chewing dried strips of meat and sipping from flasks of bitter water. Even commanders were not exempt from scarcity.
Their meals were taken quickly, without ceremony, as they discussed strategy.
***
Soon, they felt a powerful surge of Mana in their opposite direction.
The army immediately felt it as they were all sensitive to such purity of mana being used.
"World Tree?" Ylara spoke quietly as she cleaned her blades.
"The mana surge we felt... it’s strong. Wait... If it is a mage, then it would help us. Or perhaps it’s one worth enslaving."
Aelith’s lips curled into a thin smile. "Either way, we will find out soon. Let’s go to them!"
The torches burned low, but the Dragon Army remained restless, a tide of beasts and soldiers awaiting the command of two dark elves...
As they moved towards the Soft Bread Shelter, their scouts reported a horde of zombies wandering across the valley.
Aelith gave the order without hesitation. "Clear them."
Lizardmen advanced in formation... Soon, spears started piercing rotting flesh.
After that, Salamanders exhaled fire, burning the undead to ash.
As the tide continued, ogres swung massive clubs, crushing dozens at once. Even the wyverns swooped down, tearing corpses apart with their talons.
"Mhmm... Just a bunch of Zombie Cores." The elves muttered as they watched calmly. To them, zombies were nothing but obstacles. Without kings or lords to lead them, they were mindless, weak, and expendable.
***
The Dragon Army advanced steadily...
Their torches burned like a river of fire, and the sound of marching feet echoed against the Gorge of Oath.
At the front, Aelith Duskbane and Ylara Moonfang directed them...
But as hours passed and they got through the gorge, on the hill overlooking the valley, three figures waited.
Shane stood at the center with Bio‑Armor gleaming faintly under the moonlight.
Merlin hovered slightly above the ground with his staff glowing with elemental runes.
Meanwhile, Alex lingered behind them, clutching his staff nervously, but he was determined to assist...
"This is far enough," Shane muttered. "We meet them here. The shelter must not be touched."
Merlin nodded. "This is a good spot. A vantage point gives us the advantage. Let them climb into our fire."
The Dragon Army spotted them quickly.
Wyverns screeched overhead, circling like vultures.
Lizardmen hissed as they all raised their spears.
Meanwhile, Salamanders spat embers, eager for battle.
"Hoo~" The two Dark Elves narrowed their eyes, sensing the mana radiating from the hill.
"Two mages," Ylara said coldly. "And one boy. They think they can stop us?"
Aelith smirked. "Then let us show them the weight of an army."
Just like that, the army surged forward.
Shane raised his sword, invoking Aura Sentinel.
A protective glow enveloped him and Merlin, shielding them from the first volley of arrows.
He dashed forward with Armored Dash, slamming into the ground and sending shockwaves that staggered the lizardmen.
Boom!
"One more..."
Then, his blade followed with Vortex Spin, cutting through their ranks easily!
Merlin lifted his staff high.
"Burn."
Just like that, a wave of fire erupted from his hands, sweeping across the slope.
Salamanders tried to fight in defiance, but even their flames paled against Merlin’s inferno.
Dozens of lesser beasts were incinerated instantly, their screams echoing through the valley.
Wyverns dove from above but Shane invoked Shadow Step, vanishing instantly and reappearing behind one of the beasts.
His sword then glowed with Silent Execution, slicing through its wing.
Boom!
Just like that, the wyvern crashed into the ground, thrashing wildly.
Merlin followed with lightning. Bolts rained from the sky, striking wyverns mid‑flight, sending them spiraling into the earth.
"Hohoh... This is fun... But you must bring a Lord-Tier being if you want to win against me!"
His mastery was absolute... fire and lightning woven together created huge destruction.
The Dark Elves pressed their army forward.
Manticores roared with their tails bristling with venomous spikes.
Furthermore, trolls and ogres charged with their clubs!
Shane braced himself, activating Adrenal Burst.
His speed doubled and just like that, he chained Double Thrust with Force Breaker!
Boom! Boom!
His blade smashed into a troll’s chest, shattering its bone. He spun, invoking Spirit Shackles, ethereal chains lashing out to bind an ogre’s arms. The beast roared, struggling, but Shane’s Soul Rend followed, cutting deep into its essence...
Of course, this Soul Rend continued to hit a few more beasts behind!
Merlin’s staff glowed brighter.
"Lightning Storm!"
After casting this spell, the sky darkened, and thunder started rumbling.
He used a huge chunk of his mana to cast this, but he knew that they couldn’t continue killing the creatures one at a time!
They needed high-level spells that kill a huge number of beasts!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bolts cascaded down in rapid succession, frying manticores and scattering lizardmen formations.
The battlefield lit up with fire and thunder, and the hill transformed into a blazing fortress.
Alex gasped, shielding his eyes. "Master... Sir Shane... I think they’re preparing something huge behind!"
Indeed, the Dark Elves were not idle.
Aelith raised his obsidian spear, channeling corrupted mana.
Shadows surged across the valley, bolstering the army’s morale.
Ylara’s blades gleamed as she cut down her own soldiers who weren’t charging forward... Furthermore, all the blood on the ground was gathering around her as if she were using a Blood Spell similar to Vampires!
Shane couldn’t help but frown at this sight...
"Grandfa--Sir Merlin... Can you protect me for a few seconds? I’ll do something about the Elves."