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Chapter 389: Only forward · Oct 09, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: The Richest 2026-10-09
352 Chapter 352: Show-off 2026-10-09
353 Chapter 353: Come forth 2026-10-09
354 Chapter 354: Losses 2026-10-09
355 Chapter 355 355: GIRLFRIEND 2026-10-09
356 Chapter 356 356: GIRLFRIEND-2 2026-10-09
357 Chapter 357 357: Stand 2026-10-09
358 Chapter 358: Lieutenant Darren 2026-10-09
359 Chapter 359: Colonel Vazeryth 2026-10-09
360 Chapter 360: Cafeteria 2026-10-09
361 Chapter 361: Any Questions? 2026-10-09
362 Chapter 362: Rampage 2026-10-09
363 Chapter 363: Constantly [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
364 Chapter 364: Cursed 2026-10-09
365 Chapter 365: Twenty fifth minute 2026-10-09
366 Chapter 366: A first [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
367 Chapter 367: First trial Ends [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
368 Chapter 368: Adaptive Combat Slime 2026-10-09
369 Chapter 369: Equal 2026-10-09
370 Chapter 370: Battle Experience [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
371 Chapter 371: Above All [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
372 Chapter 372: Delusion 2026-10-09
373 Chapter 373: Official rank 2026-10-09
374 Chapter 374: Training officer 2026-10-09
375 Chapter 375: Strength Training 2026-10-09
376 Chapter 376: Reflex 2026-10-09
377 Chapter 377: Pickaxe 2026-10-09
378 Chapter 378: No code 2026-10-09
379 Chapter 379: Bond [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
380 Chapter 380: Arrows [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
381 Chapter 381: Hammer 2026-10-09
382 Chapter 382: Special 2026-10-09
383 Chapter 383 383: Will Training-1 2026-10-09
384 Chapter 384 384: Will Training-2 2026-10-09
385 Chapter 385: Advice 2026-10-09
386 Chapter 386: Battle Royale 2026-10-09
387 Chapter 387 387: Aura Farming 2026-10-09
388 Chapter 388 388: Vector 2026-10-09
389 Chapter 389: Only forward 2026-10-09
390 Chapter 390: Wreckage 2026-10-09
391 Chapter 391: Baptism 2026-10-09
392 Chapter 392: Private Rank 2026-10-09
393 Chapter 393: Grand Marshal Alaric 2026-10-09
394 Chapter 394: Boredom 2026-10-09
395 Chapter 395 395: Lieutenant Anthony 2026-10-09
396 Chapter 396 396: The Soulpen Sovereign 2026-10-09
397 Chapter 397 397: The Soulpen Sovereign-2 2026-10-09
398 Chapter 398: Military Rank 2026-10-09
399 Chapter 399: Different Darren 2026-10-09
400 Chapter 400: Kingsley Sky [Daplug] 2026-10-09

Chapter 389: Only forward

At a different location, a vampire recruit moved like a shadow made flesh, weaving through the shattered remains of a collapsed courtyard.

Moonlight sliced through the clouds above, painting his pale skin with ghostly silver as he launched forward, twin shortblades drawn, curved and obsidian, humming with subtle vampiric runes.

His crimson eyes flickered with a cold, calculating fury.

His opponents came in a wave, three Forsaken cultists.

Twisted elves and humans, their bodies laced with chaotic mutations: elongated limbs, barbed tendrils where fingers should be, eyes glowing with the maddening hue of chaos.

They did not wait for an opening.

They leapt like predators starved, their weapons an amalgamation of corrupted steel and dark energy.

The vampireʼs feet barely touched the ground as he propelled himself into their midst.

One blade carved upward in a swift arc, splitting the jaw of the first cultist clean through the skull.

The second reacted, swinging a chaos-wreathed axe in a wild lateral arc.

The vampire twisted mid air, letting the blade whistle past, then inverted into a downward spin, driving his heel into the skull of the attacker.

Bone cracked, and the body crumpled into the dusty ground.

The last cultist was no fool.

He unleashed a volley of barbed tendrils from his spine, each one infused with chaos, writhing like snakes in the air.

The vampire didnʼt retreat, he advanced, gliding low beneath the tendrils, then pushing off the earth with a sharp burst of aura.

He emerged behind the cultist, blade sliding across the exposed neck in a single graceful movement.

Before the corpse had even dropped, pain blossomed in his side.

A missed tendril had nicked him, slicing through the side of his torso.

Blood seeped into the fabric of his coat.

He gritted his fangs and reached into himself, channeling aura into rapid regeneration.

It wouldnʼt close fully, chaos was laced within the wound, but it would suffice.

There was no time to rest.

The vampire pivoted sharply, gaze settling on a new group of figures in the distance, five this time.

Without a word, without pause, he darted forward like a dagger thrown by fate itself, the dust behind him still settling.

At another area, heat spiked.

Flames lit the ruined avenue like a hellscape.

Buildings burned in the background, smoke curling into the sky like ink poured into water.

The half-dragon recruit stood amidst shattered stone and bodies, his massive two handed glaive held firmly across his back.

Crimson scales adorned his arms and neck, shimmering beneath the firelight, and his golden eyes glowed like dying stars.

Four demons approached him, each one bipedal but grotesque, horns curled over their backs, black flames licking their bodies.

Their chaos suffocated the air, dense and oppressive.

The dragon inhaled deeply.

The scent of brimstone and blood fed the furnace inside him.

He stepped forward.

The first demon came in fast, a chaotic spear in hand.

The dragon spun the glaive in a full arc, catching the spearhead mid air, redirecting it into the ground before letting the motion follow through in a wide, cleaving slash.

The glaive screamed through the air and cleaved the demon in half.

The others reacted with feral rage, pouncing from all sides.

The dragon exhaled, and from his mouth erupted a conical blast of white hot dragonfire.

Two demons were caught mid air, their bodies igniting as chaos fire met dragonfire, opposing forces warring within their flesh.

They died without screams, incinerated mid motion.

The last one lunged from behind, claws slashing for the base of the neck.

The dragon pivoted too late, the claws raking across his shoulder and sending sparks of blood flying.

Pain lanced down his back, and his vision blurred for a moment.

He roared, a guttural, draconic sound that trembled the earth, and brought the glaive around with raw force.

The weapon struck the demonʼs legs, severing them cleanly.

A follow up thrust ended it.

Blood now poured from his wound, staining his side.

He didnʼt stop to inspect it.

He tightened the grip on his glaive, the dragonfire within his veins still burning fiercely, fueling his strength despite the pain.

Movement to his left.

More cultists, Forsaken ones with warped arms and glowing eyes, emerged from the shadows.

He adjusted his stance, glaive raised, body aching but upright.

The dance of fire and blood would not end here.

On another corner of the battlefield, a dwarf moved with immense speed, stone cracked beneath his boots with each thunderous step.

The dwarf was short and wide, clad in dense steel armor etched with runes of old, armor that bore more scars than polished metal.

His warhammer, the size of a grown manʼs torso, was slung across his shoulder like a piece of firewood.

Eyes like molten iron scanned the ruined inner sanctum of what had once been a temple.

Three demons approached, stalking through the rubble with slow, deliberate menace.

Behind them trailed two Forsaken cultists, their eyes hollow, bodies crackling with unstable chaos.

They underestimated him, most did.

The first demon lunged.

The dwarf met it mid-charge, his warhammer swinging downward like judgment made manifest.

The hammer connected with the demonʼs skull, which caved in with a sickening crunch.

The creatureʼs body rebounded off the impact, bouncing off the shattered temple wall like a ragdoll.

The second demon screamed and hurled a spear of pure chaos.

The dwarf didnʼt flinch.

He raised his arm, the gauntlet absorbing most of the blow, though the sheer force forced him to a knee.

His armor sparked, the runes flaring once in resistance.

He grunted and rose, charging.

He struck low, at the knee, and the demon stumbled.

Before it could recover, the warhammer reversed and smashed into its chest with terrifying precision, sending fractured ribs and dark blood splattering across stone.

Now the Forsaken cultists moved in, chaos forming tendrils and blades around their arms.

One circled left, the other right.

The dwarf narrowed his eyes and rolled forward, despite his size and weight.

A spike of energy grazed his back, his armor held, but it dented deeply.

That would bruise.

From his crouch, he swept his hammer sideways, catching the leg of one cultist and flipping him midair.

Before the other could retaliate, he surged forward, his shoulder crashing into the cultistʼs gut and lifting him into the air.

The warhammer followed, upward, and the cultistʼs body arced through the air before crumpling like cloth.

The final cultist, crawling back, extended his palm, forming a blade of chaos to throw.

The dwarf threw his warhammer.

It spun once, twice, before it crushed the cultistʼs chest into the cracked temple floor.

Breathing heavy, the dwarf retrieved his weapon, one arm hanging limp from a cracked shoulder plate.

He coughed, blood.

Internal bleeding, maybe.

But he stood, despite it all.

From the far hallway, more footfalls echoed.

He turned, blood soaked, limping but relentless.

No retreat.

Only forward.

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