Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 518:I'll Intent

With the primary forces having retreated, Frostvele was now entrusted to Leo's command. This was not a responsibility taken lightly, and Leo himself approached it with utmost seriousness. He had settled into the role with the characteristic steady and practical focus that marked his actions, dedicating his days to meticulously reviewing defensive strategies, patrol schedules, and supply chains. Leo became intimately familiar with Frostvele's defenses, as if he were navigating the layout of his own home.

Wales's presence was a significant asset. He had orchestrated a formidable garrison, truly impressive in its scope and coordination. Units were strategically constructed and arranged in layered formations across the outer perimeter and at critical chokepoints throughout the town. This was no minor undertaking, and Wales had approached it with the gravity it deserved.

The two men naturally fell into an effective working rhythm without needing extensive discussion. Leo took charge of the knight formations and direct combat deployments, while Wales managed the garrison units and synchronized the constructed forces with the efficiency of someone who approached challenges as systems rather than individual problems.

The peace had persisted for so long that it began to feel like the new normal.

Suddenly, all the sensors along the eastern perimeter blared to life simultaneously. The alarming sound pierced the command post like an icy shock. Leo was on his feet before the echo faded, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword as he moved towards the nearest window. What he witnessed through the glass caused his jaw to clench severely.

Monsters.

This wasn't a mere scouting party or a minor infiltration; it was a genuine tide of them surging from the treeline with a density and momentum that indicated something had forced them from their habitat and propelled them forward in a unified direction.

"All units, defensive formation!" Leo's voice cut sharply and immediately across the command channel. He was already en route to the outer wall before the order had fully left his lips.

Wales turned from his own display, his gaze sweeping over the incoming numbers with a rapid, calculating assessment.

"Garrison units to sectors two, four, and six. Hold the flanks and prevent them from compressing the line," he stated, his voice even and clipped as his hands flew across the control interface, maneuvering the constructed forces into position.

Chaos erupted almost immediately thereafter.

The initial wave of monsters collided with the outer defensive line with a ground-shaking force, and the Blank forces retaliated fiercely.

Knights held the front ranks, shields locked and weapons primed, while garrison units struck from elevated positions and the flanks, exerting coordinated pressure against the mass of creatures attempting to breach the defenses. The struggle was deafening, brutal, and far from clean.

Monsters managed to break through at various points and required manual repelling. A section of the eastern wall sustained heavy damage within the first three minutes, prompting Wales to redirect two garrison units to reinforce it before it could be completely compromised.

Leo navigated the thick of the battle with an unwavering focus, unaffected by the surrounding mayhem. He issued adjustments as the situation evolved, redeploying knights from stable sectors to reinforce faltering ones, and meticulously maintained the integrity of the overall defense even as individual segments buckled under the onslaught.

"North flank is holding," came a report through the channel.

"East wall requires additional support; we are losing ground on the lower section," another voice responded.

"Garrison units are en route," Wales confirmed without looking up.

For a period that felt considerably longer than its actual duration, the defense maintained its formation. Despite the overwhelming numbers of monsters, the synchronized efforts of Leo's forces and Wales's garrison prevented the attackers from finding a decisive breach in the line.

Then, a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere.

It wasn't precisely a sound, nor was there a visible change on the battlefield, yet both Leo and Wales perceived it almost simultaneously.

A distinct pressure, absent moments before, settled over the area like an immense weight pressing down on everything.

The monsters at the forefront of the horde altered their behavior, pulling back slightly and creating an opening that felt less like a retreat and more like a deliberate action to make space.

And then, it emerged.

The creature that advanced through the treeline was unlike any that had come before it.

Its sheer scale alone was colossal compared to everything else on the field.

It moved with an imposing weight and presence that sent a visible ripple of reaction through both the defending forces and the surrounding monsters.

The knights closest to it instinctively recoiled before conscious thought could intervene, and the garrison units identified it as a threat class that automatically triggered a defensive posture in several of them.

Leo's expression grew utterly still as he observed the colossal entity.

"Send the signal," he said, his voice low and steady.

Wales was already taking action. His hand struck the emergency signal without a second command, and the transmission was instantly dispatched.

The massive creature stirred.

It ascended, and the colossal wings unfurling from its body as it took flight plunged Frostveil into an all-encompassing shadow, much like a darkening curtain drawn across the sky.

The wingspan spanned the entire breadth of the town. The sheer downforce from a single flap struck the outer formations as if a physical blow, causing knights to falter and scattering loose debris across the ground in every direction.

It climbed higher, then commenced its descent. Angling downwards, its entire mass and momentum were aimed directly at Frostveil.

The shadow deepened, and the atmospheric pressure intensified with its descent, the very ground seeming to brace for the impending impact.

Leo clenched his fist, pushing his aura to its absolute limit, fully aware of its insufficiency on its own. Meanwhile, Wales, acting on pure instinct, hurled every garrison unit into an intercept formation, knowing the same futility.

Then, a voice, clear and unhurried, resonated from somewhere above, effortlessly carrying across the entire battlefield.

"Worry not. I have arrived."