Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 439: Surrounded

The clones shot the fireballs—each one only slightly smaller than Asqa’s usual blasts, but still blazing with terrifying heat and compressed mahic power.

To the elite soldiers, the slight difference in size meant nothing. What mattered was power—and they could feel it, raw and lethal, in every orb of fire that streaking toward them.

Worse yet, they were fired from close range, by dozens of casters at once.

A wave of brilliant fire roared across the battlefield.

Some soldiers barely had time to raise their enchanted shields before the explosions hit. A cluster of three warriors at the front were engulfed in the fireballs’ cores. Their armor melted in seconds, divine enchantments shattering like brittle glass. Their screams were brief before silence took them.

Others nearby were luckier, but not by much. Two were blasted backward, their bodies trailing smoke as they crashed into the palace walls, flames still clinging to their cloaks and skin.

One tried to rise, only to collapse under the weight of his burn wounds.

And yet some of them — the best of the best — survived.

With trained reflexes and spatial awareness honed by centuries of war they leapt, twisted, and rolled out of the blast radius, a few even using their comrades’ falling bodies as shields to absorb the damage.

But even they couldn’t escape completely. Many were caught by the peripheral flames, their armor scorched, hair singed, faces blackened with soot.

The battlefield lit up in a storm of fire and ash, smoke swirling through the air like war-dancers around Asqa.

The clones didn’t pause. Each one had her intelligence and the moment the fireballs hit, they began to move again, preparing follow-up spells, repositioning themselves and flanking the surviving soldiers.

The soldiers tried to regroup, shouting commands in their battle-tongue, forming defensive lines. But they were no longer in control of the battlefield.

Asqa was the one in control now.

From the center of her clone circle, the real Asqa narrowed her eyes. She raised her wand again.

"They can block one fireball," she whispered. "Let’s see how they handle a second wave."

Asqa chose to remain in the center of the formation, surrounded by her fifty clones like a living fortress of herself.

Each clone wasn’t just a distraction. They were her shield and barrier against the overwhelming numbers closing in around her. With them absorbing the brunt of enemy attacks, she could conserve energy, reposition, and strike with precision.

It was a calculated move, not cowardice. It was her way of survival through strategy.

She took a brief breath and glanced upward.

The sky above had transformed into a churning maelstrom of lightning and roaring clouds. Just minutes had passed since they entered Susanoo’s domain but the entire atmosphere was already unraveling in chaos.

The sky pulsed with power of the two titanic forces clashing, shaking the divine fabric of this domain.

Then, the storm broke.

At first, a soft drizzle tapped against her skin, cool droplets sliding down her cheeks.

Then, within moments, the drizzle turned into a torrential downpour.

Rain battered the battlefield with increasing force, accompanied by savage winds and the rolling boom of thunder that made the ground tremble beneath her feet.

This wasn’t ordinary weather.

This was Susanoo’s domain responding, his divine power manifesting through nature’s wrath.

Asqa wiped the rain from her eyes, her jaw tightening. She could feel the magic in the storm crackling.

"I don’t need to worry about Clyde," she muttered to herself. "Let’s just survive my own battle."

Her fingers curled tightly around her wand, and her clones mirrored her resolve, all turning their gazes back to the battlefield as one.

The next wave was coming but Asqa was ready.

Among the chaos, one of Susanoo’s surviving generals — a towering man in armor streaked with soot — slammed his gauntleted fist to the ground.

The blow echoed like a gong and instantly the elite troops around him snapped back into formation. Their discipline overcoming the shock of the firestorm.

"Form up! Casters, suppress the flame!" he barked, voice cutting through the storm.

The mages, still reeling from the blast, obeyed without hesitation.

Standing behind the front line, they raised their staffs and began to chant in unison. Their voices harmonized, weaving ancient syllables of water magic into the air.

All around them, the falling rain began to respond.

Droplets slowed midair, clustering together and spinning into spirals of liquid that hovered protectively around each unit.

The water shimmered with ethereal blue light. Not yet solidified but poised to harden into magical barriers at the slightest trigger.

It was a reactive and precise living shield, a defense born of gods’ warfare.

Meanwhile, the remaining soldiers who now regathered under their officers’ sharp commands raised their curved blades.

Each sword glowed faintly with blue energy, their enchantments activating in sequence.

"Together!" another general shouted. "Release slashes attack. Your target priority is the main enemy at the center!"

The entire front line slashed through the air in perfect unison.

Dozens of shimmering blue arcs of energy surged forward, spinning through the rain like crescent-shaped shockwaves.

Each slash carved the air with terrifying precision and all directed on the real Asqa’s position.

The clones reacted instantly.

Many of the clones were struck down in a flash and sliced through pieces before they could complete their next spells then vanishing into wisps of dispersing mana.

But even in destruction they served their purpose that is delaying and drawing attention, forcing the soldiers to spend energy. When Asqa free herself from the skill that obstructing her movements.

The remaining clones retaliated, firing back volleys of fire to intercept the slashes, exploding midair in bursts of steam and shock.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

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In the center of it all, the real Asqa stood her ground, watching the coordination with calculating eyes.

"They’re regrouping faster than expected," she murmured.

She raised her wand again with magic powerr already building at her fingertips.

Through the rain and smoke, she stepped forward. Her clones widening the circle to give her space.

The soldiers thought she was surrounded. The generals shout to give her more attack.

But then they saw Asqa flying upward then in the next second she throw hundreds of greenish poisonous arrows at them.

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