I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 117: Entrance of The Unknown

The battlefield was still alive with the clash of steel and fire when Haider Ali turned to Shinroku, his blood-streaked face breaking into a grin.

"So... now you’re here." He pointed his blade at the four battered yet relentless generals in front of him.

"Mind lending a hand?"

Shinroku’s eyes gleamed.

"What? Can’t handle them by yourself, old friend?"

Haider chuckled, though his body showed signs of exhaustion.

"Oh, I can... but maybe I should conserve my strength for what’s coming."

Shinroku smirked and spun his spear once.

"I thought so."

Without another word, the two veterans launched toward the enemy generals, their weapons gleaming as they moved like twin storms across the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Aamir stood tall in the midst of the Aryavratan forces, his voice echoing across the field.

"Everyone—do not falter!"

"Reinforcements are here! Fight with all your strength!"

A renewed wave of roars and battle cries spread through the army. Aamir, now flanked once more by his closest friends—Seenu, Meera, Raj, Kunal, Riya, Kiyoshi—plunged back into battle, slicing through enemies with burning resolve.

But far from the battlefield, in the outskirts of Aryavrata, a different storm was brewing.

Deep within a forgotten cave, the same place Ivanka had once visited after returning from Valtania, seven hooded mages sat in a circle around an ancient, rune-etched altar. They chanted in low, guttural tones, their voices merging with the pulse of the dark energy leaking from the altar.

The air inside the cave was thick—suffocating.

Black veins of energy snaked through the stone floor, creeping toward the circle.

One of the mages opened his eyes wide.

"It’s almost complete... prepare yourselves!"

The chanting grew louder, frenzied.

Cracks appeared across the altar, a sound like stone shattering echoing through the cavern.

Then—

FWOOOSH!

A massive beam of dark energy shot upward through the cracks, tearing into the sky like a spear of night.

The force was too much. The energy began to invade the mages themselves, their bodies trembling violently.

"No—stop—" one of them cried.

But it was too late.

One by one, their bodies began to burst like bubbles, dark mist taking their place.

Back on the battlefield, warriors on both sides froze mid-swing. An unnatural sensation—a deep, primal dread—swept through them like an icy wave.

Everyone looked up.

The dark beam pierced the heavens.

Aamir narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell is happening now?!"

Across the field, Ivanka laughed, her voice echoing through the growing silence.

"Fools! You think this war was the true threat?!"

"Now... you will all die. Not a single one of you will survive!"

The soldiers of Aryavrata, Kyokai, and Carnelia stared upward, fear creeping into their hearts.

Deep beneath the altar, far below the cave, an ancient figure stood bound by divine chains and enchanted tree vines.

The seals had protected the world from him for centuries.

But now... they were failing.

The dark energy seeped into the chains. One by one, they snapped.

CLANK.

CLANK.

The final chain shattered.

The figure’s eyes snapped open—deep, crimson pools of ancient hatred.

"Finally..."

"I... am free."

He stretched, breaking the vines like twigs. The cave walls cracked around him as he rose through the earth.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

In a deafening explosion, the figure burst from the cave, obliterating the mountainside.

He stood tall atop the ruins—his dark robes billowing, black horns spiraling from his head, a body wreathed in corrupt energy.

His gaze scanned the world.

"Hmm... where shall I begin?"

Then his eyes flared, sensing the mass of powerful auras gathered nearby.

One presence caught his attention—a familiar thread of fate.

"Ah... there you are."

With a flap of his massive wings, he shot toward the battlefield—faster than the eye could follow.

Back at the battlefield, Aamir stared up at the dark beam, and suddenly—

his system flared crimson, a storm of warnings appearing before his eyes.

WARNING: Unknown Entity Approaching

Power Level: Unquantifiable

Estimated Strength: Greater than all forces currently gathered

Recommended Action: Prepare for emergency defense

Aamir’s pulse quickened.

"Stronger than... everyone here? How is that possible?"

He looked toward Haider Ali, who had just downed another general.

"Master! Something’s coming—something strong!"

Haider Ali’s brow furrowed.

"I feel it too, kid... and it’s bad."

"Very bad."

A cold wind swept through the battlefield.

The sky darkened.

And from the distance—

a black streak approached, tearing through clouds like a comet of death.

The real battle was about to begin.

Aamir and the others stood frozen, eyes locked on the sky.

A dark shape was approaching—fast.

The air seemed to tremble with its speed. Even from this distance, they could feel the crushing aura it carried.

"It’s getting closer..." Aamir muttered.

All around them, more reinforcements were arriving.

The guild leaders of Nalanda, all except Haider Ali, had gathered, each leading their forces.

Dharam and Afreen were among them, each at the head of their own battalions.

Behind them, the soldiers of Kyokai and Carnelia streamed onto the battlefield, banners high, ready for war.

Afreen rushed to Haider Ali’s side, her eyes sharp.

"Sir—we’re here. Ready for orders."

Dharam glanced at Haider Ali, noting the blood on his armor.

"You’re in bad shape, sir."

Haider Ali wiped the sweat from his brow, chuckling softly.

"Oh, it’s nothing. But... you feel it too, don’t you?"

A faint vibration passed beneath their feet—like a distant heartbeat resonating through the earth. The air grew colder, the sky darker still. Even seasoned warriors glanced at each other nervously. Horses stampeded and neighed wildly, refusing to be calmed. The commanders instinctively tightened their formations. It wasn’t just the power of one man—something in the very fabric of the land was shifting.

Dharam’s expression turned grim.

"Yes. Something’s coming."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, the generals of Kyokai and Carnelia had gathered before Veerendra.

Their faces were pale. One of them spoke in a low voice:

"My lord... the Reinforcements... has arrived." freewёbnoνel-com

Veerendra’s jaw tightened.

"Prepare to fight. All of you—form battle lines. Brace for anything."

The commanders shouted orders, magic circles flaring beneath the feet of elite mages. Shields of light and earth began to form along the front lines. Kyokai’s archers took high positions on rubble and siege towers, their bows strung with mana-infused arrows. Carnelia’s battle-singers started their war chants—low, resonant tones designed to fortify the spirit. Everyone knew it wasn’t a normal enemy they would face.

But before they could move—

BOOOOM!

A deafening blast rocked the battlefield.

Something crashed into the earth between the armies, tearing a crater into the ground. Dust and debris flew in all directions.

Soldiers stumbled back, weapons raised, eyes wide with fear.

"W-What is that?!" a Calonian soldier stammered.

As the dust began to settle, a lone figure stood in the center of the crater.

A man—or what was left of one.

His flesh was pale, parts of it decayed and torn. Yet dark energy pulsed through his veins, slowly restoring his body.

Suddenly—SNAP!

His hand shot forward and pierced the chest of the nearest soldier like a blade of shadow.

The soldier’s eyes widened—then went blank, his life force sucked away in an instant. His body crumpled like a dried husk.

The strange figure’s skin tightened and healed slightly, the color returning to his rotting flesh.

He let out a low, hungry chuckle.

"Hmm... so little. I need... so much more."

Every warrior on the field stared in horror.

Even Veerendra, the King of Aryavrata—known for his unmatched perception—had not been able to track the man’s movement.

Not even for a moment.

"What... what is this thing...?" Veerendra whispered.

Aamir stood frozen, his system flashing red alerts across his vision.

ENTITY IDENTIFICATION: unknown

Power Level: Unknown

Movement Speed: Beyond current detection thresholds

DEFENSE RECOMMENDATION: Immediate coordinated assault required

Aamir’s heart pounded.

"Stronger than anything we’ve faced... this is bad. Very bad."

Suddenly, Aamir’s system flashed a final warning—one that chilled him to the core:

NEW THREAT ATTRIBUTE DETECTED: SOUL DRAIN

Exposure will result in rapid spiritual degradation

DO NOT ENGAGE ALONE

"Soul Drain?!" Aamir hissed, eyes wide.

"We can’t let him get close... or we’ll all die before the fight even begins."

Haider Ali, blood running down his arm, drew his blade again.

But then—he moved.

In a blur, faster than sight, the ancient being vanished from the crater and appeared atop a broken siege tower—arms outstretched, head tilted back, as if inhaling the chaos around him. The sky pulsed darker with each breath he took. For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to still—soldiers frozen in instinctive terror. A pressure descended—so thick it crushed even the strongest wills. Several weaker soldiers collapsed to their knees, gasping for air.

"Tch... he’s not just fast. He’s... warping the battlefield itself," Aamir whispered, sweat beading down his brow.

"All units—form defensive lines! Mages, prepare barriers! Archers, ready your arrows! WE FIGHT NOW!"

The entire battlefield shifted into high alert.

Kyokai’s generals, Carnelia’s commanders, and the Aryavratan forces moved to respond.

But the strange man simply stood there, grinning as if amused.

His eyes—cold, crimson, ancient—swept across the armies.

"Ah... such ripe souls..."

"This... will be fun."

Chapter Ends.

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