I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 110: Battle Of Monsters

The skies above the battlefield had turned a murky grey, clouded by smoke, ash, and the metallic scent of blood. Fires raged in the distance, and arrows fell like rain from both ends.

Aamir and Seenu jumped into the battlefield, their units charging behind them like unleashed wolves.

The earth trembled under the weight of hundreds of warriors. The sound of war rang in their ears—steel clashing, men shouting, spells flashing.

But amidst the chaos, the two friends moved like lightning through a storm, cutting down foes with the precision of seasoned predators. Their bond made them unstoppable—brothers not by blood, but by battle.

"LET’S RIP THROUGH THEM!" Seenu roared, his voice igniting the spirits of the soldiers behind him.

Navarra soldiers fell like dry leaves in autumn, unable to withstand the fury of Aryavrat’s elites.

Seenu’s flames erupted in wide arcs, incinerating armor, weapons, and hope. Fire danced along his blade like a living beast hungry for vengeance.

Aamir was a different kind of terror—his fists were guided by the raw, hybrid strength. He didn’t need weapons. His body was the weapon.

"AAARGH!" he yelled, slamming his palm into a soldier’s chest, sending him flying into a wall of spearmen like a human cannonball.

Aamir leapt forward, spinning mid-air—a roundhouse kick landing squarely against a spear-wielder’s temple. The man spiraled through the air like a broken doll, colliding with three more soldiers.

"You’ll need more than numbers," Aamir growled, cracking his neck.

Suddenly, the clash around them seemed to hush. A space opened amidst the carnage.

From the enemy’s ranks, a figure stepped out.

He was broad-shouldered, covered in battle scars, and wore a savage grin. His armor bore the insignia of Calonia’s elite—an Execution Commander.

He looked only a few years older than Aamir, but the weight of bloodshed in his eyes was ancient.

"Well, kid," the man said, his voice low, edged with steel.

"Let’s see how much strength you really have."

Without warning—

WHOOSH!

A devastating punch tore through the air, aimed straight for Aamir’s chest.

CLANG!

Seenu’s flaming katana intercepted the blow, sparks bursting like fireworks.

"You don’t get to touch my brother."

Aamir grinned. That one-second delay was all he needed.

He dropped low.

"HAH!"

Aamir’s fist drove upward into the man’s guts with monstrous force.

"HNNGH—!"

The enemy’s body lifted off the ground, sent flying like a ragdoll. He crashed into his own men, knocking them over like pins at a festival game.

"Why use brute strength..." Aamir said, his voice calm but deadly, "When we can break you with teamwork?"

Meanwhile, in the northern forest...

Kiyoshi stood like a lone flame amidst the blood-soaked field.

His tattered robe swayed, and the wind carried the scent of charred flesh and dust. But he looked calm. Too calm.

Across from him stood a Navarra swordsman—sharp blade, sharper glare.

"You look tired, old man," the swordsman spat.

Kiyoshi raised his sake jar. Took a sip. Then smiled lazily.

"Now... the technique I’m going to use is called Lazy Blade," he said, resting the katana across his shoulder.

"It moves slow... but hits very hard."

The Navarra warrior barked a laugh.

"Just do it already."

Kiyoshi stepped forward—his movement lazy, unthreatening. His blade seemed to drift in the air, almost too slow to matter.

The enemy smirked.

"I can see it clearly. It’s sluggish. Weak. I’ll block it with my—"

SHNK!

The swordsman froze.

He looked down—horrified.

The blade had sliced clean through his hands, and deeper.

"No... I blocked it—I blocked it—!"

But his body said otherwise.

A line of blood appeared along his torso, then split.

His body dropped, two halves crumpling into the mud.

Kiyoshi exhaled softly.

"Well... it’s bad that I didn’t get to know your name."

"But there’s no time for regrets in war."

He wiped the blood from his katana.

With a click, it slid back into its sheath.

He sipped again from his sake jar.

"Time to meet the commander at the frontlines."

And with that, the warrior walked forward—a quiet storm amid the thunder of war.

Deep in the forest, where shadows danced between trees, another battle raged.

Kiara and the Navarra woman clashed like titans, steel singing and sparks lighting the gloom.

Both women were wounded—deep gashes along their arms, blood soaking into the ground beneath them.

But their eyes burned with fury.

"Now I’ll finish you here," the Navarra woman hissed, grinning madly.

"Then I’ll go to the battlefield... and kill that boy."

Kiara didn’t flinch.

Blood trailed from her lip. Her vision blurred.

But her voice was steady.

"I don’t think you can."

The woman’s grin twisted.

"I don’t care if I die. As long as I take you with me."

She raised her hands, fingers forming the delicate bloom of a flower.

"Purple Divine Lotus."

The air changed.

Energy surged from her body—twisting, violent, glowing violet. Above her, a lotus of pure spiritual energy bloomed like an omen.

From it, gas began to leak. Thick. Violet. Glowing.

The mist crept across the forest floor like a living shadow.

The Navarra woman looked down in confusion.

"What... is this?"

She leapt into the air, trying to escape.

Kiara, barely standing, looked up.

"It’s pointless to dodge."

"If you inhale even a little... it’s over. The gas is poisonous."

"And there is no antidote."

The woman tried to laugh.

"Are you sure? Because I don’t fe—"

She convulsed.

A scream tore from her throat.

Blood exploded from her mouth. Her veins turned black-violet, spreading like vines.

Her body twitched... then stilled.

She was dead.

Kiara collapsed to her knees, breathing shallowly.

"I didn’t want to use this..." she whispered.

"This technique... eats my life energy too."

Her world went dark.

She fell, her heartbeat slowing.

Elsewhere...

Kiyoshi paused mid-step.

Something was wrong.

A shift in energy—not war. Something personal.

He turned his head toward the forest.

"What the hell...?"

Without hesitation, he ran—katana sheathed, sake jar still swinging.

He reached the clearing.

There she was.

Kiara’s body lay in the grass, the air still faintly tinted with purple mist.

Kiyoshi knelt beside her.

"This girl..." he murmured.

He placed a hand on her forehead.

"Why are you kids so damn fearless?"

He sighed... then closed his eyes.

From his palm, a gentle, divine energy began to glow.

Gold and white, like moonlight filtered through holy water.

It surged into her body.

Kiara’s chest rose.

Her skin flushed back to color. Her heartbeat returned.

She didn’t wake.

But she lived.

Kiyoshi gently lifted her into his arms.

"You’re lucky, Kiara," he whispered.

"Lucky that I showed up... and not Death himself."

As the forest burned behind him, he carried her through the trees—toward the war, toward destiny.

In the heart of the battlefield, a new clash of titans shook the war-torn earth.

Haider Ali and Michael—two juggernauts of power—traded earth-shattering blows, their fists clashing like meteorites colliding.

BOOM!

Each strike cracked the air. The ground split beneath them, forming deep craters with every impact. Smoke and dust spiraled upward like war-torn geysers.

From the side, an Aryavrat soldier staggered back, barely able to stand from the shockwaves alone.

"By the gods... these guys aren’t just fighters," he whispered, eyes wide.

"They’re monsters in human form."

Elsewhere, Kunal moved like a phantom of death—his twin daggers slicing through enemy ranks like paper.

He was silent. Cold. Focused.

Then—his eyes shimmered, and the second ability of his NeeraKshetra awakened:

Mrityu Vidhita!

One of four symbols in his eyes came at the place of iris and remaining three rotating around it

The Fatal Flaw Reveals Itself.

Openings in defense, cracks in posture—no matter how brief—became blinding beacons to him. A second stretched into eternity.

A Navarra knight raised his shield.

Too late.

SHNK!

Kunal’s blades sliced beneath the arm, directly through the neck joint. The body slumped in a spray of blood.

He turned—another soldier behind him.

Clang!

Parried.

Stab. Twist. Pull.

Dead.

He flowed through the battlefield like a blade-wielding wraith, bodies crumpling behind him.

A soldier from Seenu’s unit, watching with awe, muttered:

"He’s... he’s just a lieutenant..."

"How strong are these students?!"

In a different sector of the warfront, Meera danced through the chaos like a blazing storm.

Daggers in hand, she carved through enemy after enemy, but it wasn’t just the weapons that made her deadly.

Her fists moved with deadly rhythm, punching with bone-cracking precision before slashing in the same motion.

A soldier lunged at her with a halberd—she ducked low, swept his legs with a powerful roundhouse, then jabbed both blades into his chest before he hit the ground.

"HYAAH!"

Blood painted her arms, but her eyes burned with focus.

She spun, caught another attacker’s wrist, twisted, shattered the elbow, and slashed through his throat in one motion.

"Your numbers mean nothing!" she shouted, her voice sharp as steel.

"This is our battlefield now!"

The battlefield was chaos.

Steel clashing. Flames roaring. War cries echoing like thunder.

But in every corner... the elite students of Aryavrat Academy stood like gods among mortals, carving paths through the storm, fighting not just with strength—but with purpose.

A purpose that would shape the fate of nations.

And this was only the beginning.

Updat𝓮d from freew𝒆bnovel(.)com