Oops, I Accidentally Ascended to Godhood

The battle looked very grim.

Even from this distance, the stench of blood and burnt flesh mixed with the cold night air, drifting into the city.

The ground beneath their boots trembled with each pounding impact from the stampede outside.

The sounds of constant collision between beast and human carried all the way to the front gate of Thira.

The deafening blasts from the city's weapons roared into the battlefield, each strike shaking the walls, but it felt like a futile effort.

No matter how many fell, the monsters charging toward the city seemed endless, a tide with no end in sight.

The howls of the creatures rose above the chaos, a chorus of rage and hunger, blending with the desperate shouts of soldiers struggling to keep the lines from collapsing.

Tarkan scanned the battlefield with a calm expression, his new twin swords already drawn.

The sight in front of him wasn't the least bit intimidating to him.

Many others felt hopeless at the infinite number of monsters charging forward, but in his eyes, all he could see were gold coins jingling all across the field.

The officer leading their batch raised his voice.

"Stay together! Break formation and you'll be torn apart in seconds! Follow my lead and keep moving forward until we hit the front line!"

The group moved. Step after step, the light shining from the walls began to fade as they drew closer to the battlefield.

The roars of the monsters grew louder, the ground beneath their feet now damped with the blood of both humans and beasts. Their boots sank into the gore with each step.

Slim walked just behind Tarkan. Moments ago, he had used his talent to create some kind of white light that circled above his head. Looking closer at it, it seemed like some sort of flying fairy.

When Tarkan had asked about it, Slim explained it was meant to boost his speed, claiming it doubled it, and that he could maintain it for almost ten minutes.

Tarkan couldn't help but give him a strange look. He knew how Slim's talent worked and couldn't understand how he had imagined it in a form like this.

Slim's eyes were also scanning the battlefield. "Master Tarkan… that's a lot of them," he said, trying to see if Tarkan had a plan or something in mind.

Tarkan didn't reply. His focus was locked on the nearest cluster of creatures. They weren't massive, but they were fast.

Their skin was rough and looked as though it could withstand a beating.

Every movement radiated the raw aggression of something that only wanted to kill.

They had no finesse, no tactics, only overwhelming numbers, ganging up on a target and tearing it apart without the slightest thought to evasion or defense.

A man from another squad rushed ahead, screaming as he swung his blade.

He managed only a single slash before three creatures pounced on him, dragging him into the swarm.

His screams lasted only seconds before being swallowed by the chaos.

The officer didn't even look back. "Keep moving!" he barked, though his voice carried a faint edge, seemingly having second thoughts after seeing the scenes on the battlefield.

The batch's morale was already on the low.

They reached the front line, the point where the monsters could not be allowed to pass at all cost.

Here, the battle was pure chaos. Fighters hacked and stabbed at anything that got close, while others dragged the wounded back toward the city gates.

Artillery fire from above the city walls tore open wide gaps in the enemy horde, but the relief was always brief.

The monsters piled forward, trampling over the dead, crushing their own in a frenzied push toward the humans.

The scene looked hopeless.

Tarkan took a long breath, steadying himself.

Without hesitation, he charged into the battle. Swords in both hands, their edge eager to be tested.

He immediately activated his rush talent, the sudden burst doubling his speed in an instant.

Tarkan surged forward, closing the distance in a blur.

The first monster leapt at him, jaws snapping for his neck. His right-hand blade sliced clean through its skull before it even touched him.

Two more lunged at the same time, one from the front and one from the side.

His right blade pierced the chest of the first, while his left swung in a tight backhand slash, splitting the second from shoulder to hip.

The rush of battle was like an electric jolt, adrenaline in full swing.

His grip tightened on the hilts.

Am so going to love this. Tarkan muttered with a smile.

Two more beasts threw themselves at him together. His sword traced a tight arc, penetrating one through the chest, then reversing into a backhand slash that tore the other apart.

Slim stayed at his flank, he gripped an ordinary sword provided by the city, basic steel, but still able to damage feral-tier creatures of the second dimension.

jabbing his sword into any beast that tried to slip past. The two moved in unison, holding their ground like a small, stubborn island in the flood of monsters.

"Tarkan! On your right!" Slim shouted.

Tarkan pivoted instantly, catching a lunging beast in midair.

His blade drove through its open mouth and burst out the back of its skull. He kicked the limp body away and stepped forward without slowing.

All around them, other fighters were falling, some screaming, others silent as there dead body were being dragged into the horde.

The smell of hot iron thickened in the air, mingling with the beasts' stench until it was impossible to tell one from the other.

Above, another blast from the city walls slammed into the horde.

The shockwave tore through monsters and earth alike, hurling dirt, flesh, and broken stone into the air.

It gave them only a few seconds of reprieve before the monsters surged again.

Tarkan's breathing was steady as his blades cut down monsters one after another.

Every strike was clean and efficient, no movement wasted. But his eyes weren't only on the beasts, another problem was nagging at him.

The officers had said everyone was free to take the corpses of their kills, but there was no guarantee they would keep their word afterward.

The way it was phrased didn't sit right with him. Using and distributing weapons powerful enough to kill dozens of second-dimension monsters at once wasn't cheap, and he doubted the city would willingly bear that loss without taking something back.

As he fought, his mind kept turning over the problem of how to get the monster cores without taking a risk of losing them later he knew of human nature.

He was still dispatching enemies with ease, his rush talent allowing him to match their speed, even though he hadn't gained a single prime point yet.

If he weren't so busy cutting down monsters alongside Slim, he might have slapped his own hip in glee when the answer suddenly came to him.

"How haven't I thought of that before?" Tarkan muttered, a sharp grin flashing across his face even as he split another beast apart.

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