(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit)
After many hours of grueling battle, the Cult finally managed to break through the second layer of the Chakravyuh in full, the last remaining Grandmaster-tier warriors being slaughtered where they stood as the Cult army surged forward through collapsing formations, blood-soaked ground, and shattered defensive lines, momentum carrying them onward while exhaustion clung to every step they took.
The second ring did not fall cleanly.
It unraveled.
Grandmaster formations that had once stood firm under pressure fractured unevenly as Cult units pressed from multiple angles, shield walls buckling under sustained impact while assassins and vanguard elites punched through weakened points, forcing the defenders into reactive retreats that quickly devolved into routs as mand cohesion disintegrated.
Bodies piled where lines had stood minutes earlier, and through this chaos the Cult Army marched on.
*Step* *Step*
*Tremble*
*Sound Of mands*
For a while, the Cult army breezed through the empty gap between the second and third ring of the Chakravyuh, yet despite the important breakthrough, no celebration followed.
The Cult manders understood that they were significantly behind schedule by now, since they were now 12 minutes behind Leo’s determined target, which was why, even though a rush of satisfaction passed through their veins for pushing through the second ring, no actual celebration followed, as they did not so much as let out a yelp of cheer, and instead only asked their units to push forward without delay.
"ONWARDS!"
"DONT STOP NOW MEN! WE ARE HALF WAY THERE!"
They shouted, as eventually the Cult Vanguard reached the Third Ring, where the opposing Transcendent-tier warriors stepped forward in disciplined synchronization, their bined auras layering together until the air itself felt heavier, distorted, and resistant, as if reality had begun pushing back against the Cult’s advance.
"e you bastards! e to daddy!"
"You may have gotten through till here, but this is where you die!"
The third ring soldiers shouted, as unlike the previous layers, this ring did not rely on mass or attrition.
It relied on dominance.
Each warrior standing within it carried decades of battle experience, and were all high ranking military officers themselves, with most having also received some form of military honor through their tenure.
They were the Righteous Faction’s Elite forces, the veterans who were only a step below the Righteous manders but were still an important part of the Righteous Army, as approaching them, the Cult vanguard slowed instinctively out of fear.
*Gulp*
*Clench*
The already tired Cult soldiers clenched their weapons hard, as they prepared for the inevitable first clash.
However, before they could do so, a massive giant frog flew from over their heads and landed a few meters behind enemy formation.
*THUD*
*CLANG*
*SHING*
*BOOM*
The battlefield around him erupted into chaos as steel rang against his twin swords, while energy techniques detonated against his body in blinding flashes, only to cause minimal damage.
*ACID SPIT*
*SIZZLE*
To counter them, Dumpy sprayed corrosive acid outward in wide arcs that melted armor and flesh alike as he tore into the surrounding formations with savage precision.
*Screams*
*Chaos*
Elite Righteous soldiers fell in clusters as he moved, his bulk transforming into a moving epicenter of devastation that seized control of the immediate area through sheer violence, swords tearing through defenses while acid spits and body slams scattered warriors like debris caught in a storm.
Hundreds died within moments.
While scores more were forced to reposition.
For a brief span of time, Dumpy dominated the space entirely.
Yet even as he carved a pocket of ruin around the edge of the third ring, the broader battlefield refused to bend with him, because while Dumpy could annihilate everything within reach, the Chakravyuh did not depend on any single node to function.
Its strength lay in scale.
Its lethality lay in coordination.
And the Transcendent-tier defenders adjusted quickly.
Wide-area techniques began firing in overlapping sequences as coordinated AOE attacks surged outward, arcs of destructive force sweeping across the battlefield and slamming into the advancing Cult vanguard as entire sections were blown apart.
*BOOM*
*SLASH*
*PLOP*
Bodies were blown apart as Cult soldiers were hurled backward, armor imploding and spines breaking midair, as the Cult army experienced strength far beyond what Master or Grandmaster Tier opponents could produce.
*SHING*
*STOP*
The advance ground to a halt.
Shields remained locked in a tussle of strength, as the Cult Army failed to push through.
"ARGHHHHH, My arm—!"
"They cut off my arm—!"
Screams rose from the front lines, raw and unfiltered, carrying backward through the ranks, as the Cult soldiers started to fall in droves for the first time since the war began.
Up until this point, the Cult army had been advancing with calculated brutality, their numerical superiority and disciplined coordination allowing them to grind through Master and Grandmaster opposition with ruthless efficiency, even as casualties mounted.
However, that paradigm seemed to shatter the moment they faced the Third Ring in earnest.
The Transcendents did not yield ground.
They erased it.
Every step forward now demanded disproportionate cost as exhaustion pounded, stamina reserves dipped into dangerous thresholds, and mand decisions became increasingly reactive rather than proactive, the battlefield transforming from controlled advance into a sustained contest of endurance.
Dumpy continued rampaging within enemy lines, drawing fire, breaking formations, and forcing local collapses wherever he moved, yet from a macro perspective, his devastation was insufficient to tip the balance, because the Chakravyuh absorbed localized chaos without losing structural integrity.
The Cult army needed space.
They needed momentum.
And neither could be seized by a single entity, no matter how destructive.
As Transcendent-tier techniques continued detonating in layered waves and the Cult vanguard struggled to stabilize under escalating pressure, it became painfully clear that the war had crossed an irreversible threshold.
This was no longer about breaking defenses.
This was about survival under overwhelming force.
And as blood soaked deeper into the ruined ground and the third ring held firm against the Cult’s advance, the truth settled across the battlefield with crushing inevitability.
The true war had finally begun.
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