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"Reinforcements have finally arrived."

He immediately recognized the uniforms of the soldiers of the Eighth Regiment emerging in a whirlwind of noise and fury.

There they were, 3,000 strong, advancing like a destructive wave towards the Dravaks.

The chaos intensified. Two thousand soldiers of the eighth regiment quickly split up to engage the remaining 1,000 Dravaks, allowing the 300 survivors of the second regiment to catch their breath.

The remaining 1,000 soldiers set off to support the Sabertooth Tigers.

Assault rifle fire pierced the air, each burst mowing down the Dravaks with devastating precision.

Every time a grenade or rocket launcher exploded, Dravaks collapsed in a cloud of smoke and blood.

But Orvari had no time to savor the moment. Ytan returned to the charge, still taking advantage of the little time he had to finish Orvari off.

For he knew that once the captain of the eighth human regiment had arrived, it would not be easy to kill either of them!

The Dravak’s sword shot out, and although Orvari managed to parry the first blow, a deft feint caused him to cry out in pain as the enemy weapon sank into his right flank.

"You’re dead, Orvari!"

But before he could land another blow, a powerful voice rang out, drowning out the surrounding tumult.

"Orvari, hold on a little longer, I’m here!"

The captain of the eighth regiment, a man with glasses, arrived.

Combined with his frail figure, he looked more like an intellectual than a warrior.

In one swift movement, he interposed one of his two daggers between Ytan and Orvari, blocking Captain Dravak’s deadly blade.

Orvari stepped back slightly, placing a hand on his wound to slow the bleeding. His tired but determined gaze met that of his ally.

"Manu, you’re just in time."

"Can you still fight?" replied the captain of the eighth regiment, looking seriously at Ytan.

His real first name was Emmanuel, but close friends could call him Manu.

From his point of view, if even Orvari had ended up in such a state against Ytan, he himself would naturally be no match for him.

Orvar, his face impassive despite his wounds, stood at Emmanuel’s side.

"Of course, a few light wounds won’t stop me from fighting. I’ve survived far worse."

The duel shifted balance. Ytan, though powerful, suddenly seemed to hesitate. Faced with two captains, one of them in top form, he realized that it was going to be complicated to win in these circumstances.

Especially as, in the meantime, his men were literally being massacred.

If his fight dragged on, he was bound to end up surrounded. And even if he was twice as strong, if they were surrounded by thousands of humans, even he’d be dead in no time.

A spark of rage flashed across his eyes, and he braced himself for an even more intense confrontation.

He knew he had to win, and win quickly.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel charged towards Ytan, his silhouette almost elusive to the naked eye.

But Ytan wasn’t one to back down easily.

A growl rose from his throat, a warning both to his new adversary and to the Dravaks still alive around him.

His wings spread slightly, adding an intimidating aura to his silhouette.

"You think your intervention will change anything, human?" roared Ytan.

"Once I kill you, both your regiments will be doomed."

At the same time, Ytan easily parried Emmanuel’s two blades, one with his sword and the other directly with his arm.

Indeed, he caught Emmanuel’s wrist, preventing him from advancing another inch.

The second dagger could almost touch Ytan’s neck at this point, but no matter how hard Emmanuel tried, it was no use.

"Pitiful."

As he said this, Ytan swept Emmanuelle’s legs, knocking him to the ground.

Then he swung his sword straight at Emmanuel, ready to finish him off in one fell swoop.

But at the same moment, Orvari stepped in and deflected Ytan’s sword, while Emmanuel rolled to the ground to get away.

However, with his wounds, Orvari no longer had the strength he had at the start and was once again pushed back by Ytan.

Ytan prepared to attack Orvari once more, but Emmanuel was already back. He arrived on his flank, urging him to defend himself.

All the action was taking place at such phenomenal speed that an ordinary human would almost see it as a blur.

Every mistake could cost the life of one of them.

Not far away, the battle was taking a decisive turn.

The 2,000 soldiers of the eighth regiment, supported by the survivors of the second, now dominated the remaining Dravaks.

"This is Lieutenant Irigar of the eighth regiment, where are the lieutenants of the second regiment?"

This lieutenant was the one responsible for managing the rescue of the soldiers from the second regiment.

Hence the fact that he was trying to get information about the situation of the second regiment.

His men had already taken the lead against the 1,000 Dravaks, giving the 300 men of the second human regiment a breather.

Their help was no longer needed for the time being.

"All the lieutenants of the second regiment are dead, Lieutenant Irigar."

The lieutenant glanced at the young man who had just spoken. It was clear from his presence alone that he had the strength of a lieutenant.

It wasn’t necessarily visible, but experienced men could feel it. It was called aura.

"Who are you?"

"Ernest, of the Saber-Toothed Tigers."

The lieutenant was silent for a moment.

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"Saber-toothed Tigers? I thought the few surviving members of that mercenary group, including your leader, were all hospitalized after nearly decimating the eighth Dravak regiment and killing a Dravak with an awakened bloodline."

After saying this, the lieutenant looked away at another part of the battlefield and thought:

"But if these mysterious strongmen were his comrades, it wouldn’t be surprising."

Obviously this lieutenant hadn’t been able to get the information from the command center, so he reflected on the elements he had at his disposal.

"Lieutenant Irigar, I’m off to help my leader and comrades, take care of the soldiers of the second regiment."

Ernest had taken time to speak with this lieutenant and say this simple sentence, because he really liked the mentality of the men of the second regiment.

Not all human soldiers were as brave as they were.

The lieutenant nodded in response.

In any case, he was going to take care of the men of the second regiment, and he couldn’t control Ernest’s actions either.

For ordinary mercenary groups, they were obviously integrated into the army so they could exert their strength and, above all, obtain more Eternity points.

But for powerful mercenary groups like the Shibuya or the Saber-Tooth Tigers, he had absolutely no military power over them.

Meanwhile, beside them, human war cries echoed through the air, accompanied by the pounding of assault rifles and the sporadic explosions of grenades.

The Dravaks, though ferocious, found themselves overwhelmed by this lightning counter-offensive.

In the distance, Maxime’s nine mercenaries were still fighting with terrifying efficiency. Their combined strength, amplified by their unique talents, was completely disorganizing the Dravak formations.

And soon after that, the 1000 men of the eighth regiment, including two lieutenants, joined them, further increasing the pressure on the Dravaks and turning the area into a veritable massacre.

But on the main front, all eyes were still on the battle between Orvari and Emmanuel against Ytan.

The battle was reaching its climax.

Every exchange between Ytan, Orvari and Emmanuel was a spectacle of speed and raw power, a duel where every mistake could be fatal.

Around them, the soldiers on both sides had instinctively moved away, forming an informal circle.

Ytan, enraged, growled in frustration. He knew that time was against him.

Although he was an exceptional fighter, the minor injuries he was gradually accumulating were beginning to slow down his movements.

For his part, Orvari, though wounded, continued to fight with almost inhuman resilience, while Emmanuel, with frightening agility and precision, pressed relentlessly. Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

"Do you really think your pathetic efforts will make a difference?" roared Ytan.

He unleashed a powerful shockwave with his wings, forcing Emmanuel and Orvari back under the brute force of his attack.

But the two captains didn’t give in. Orvari staggered slightly, gritting his teeth to ignore the pain tearing at his side, while Emmanuel, his gaze icy cold, advanced again, his two daggers ready to strike.

"You talk too much, Captain." Emmanuel replied in a calm voice.

"If you were really as powerful as you claim, you’d have defeated us by now."

Ytan growled, his aura strengthening. His anger was increasing his power tenfold, but it was also beginning to sap his concentration. He had to end this before the human reinforcements converged on his position.

He leapt forward with lightning force, aiming directly at Emmanuel’s heart.

But the latter, with a fluid movement, dodged the attack and counter-attacked instantly, his blades aiming at Ytan’s wing joints. One of the daggers managed to nick Ytan’s neck.

"Not deep enough" judged Emmanuel instantly.

Ytan, furious at having so fearfully escaped death, swung his sword in a wild arc, forcing Emmanuel to throw himself backwards.

However, Orvari took advantage of this opening to strike a direct blow with his own blade. The sword struck Ytan’s armor, and the blade managed to penetrate slightly, leaving a thin trail of purple blood.

Ytan stepped back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His figure, though still imposing, was beginning to betray growing fatigue.

But Orvari and Emmanuel were in no better shape, despite the impression they gave off.

The fight was still at an impasse.

Just then, as if everyone sensed something coming, they looked up to see a massive shadow approaching at high speed from the sky.

Commander Vatar’s black wings briefly obscured the red light of the sky.

Orvari felt his heart clench.

"No, it’s..."

Emmanuel immediately noticed Orvari’s reaction.

"Is he a regimental captain?" asked Emmanuel, frowning.

Orvari remained silent for a moment.

Then he finally replied:

"No, Emmanuel. It’s Commander Dravak himself who’s honoring us with his presence."