Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: When Kingdoms Collide

[Lavinia’s POV—The War Ground—Dawn]

The first clash wasn’t sound.

It was a feeling.

A pressure—thick, violent, ancient—rolled across the plains as forty-eight thousand Meren soldiers thundered toward us. The earth shook beneath their boots. Dust exploded into the sky. The wind itself trembled.

But Eloria did not move.

Not until I gave the command.

The moment my blade lifted—the world snapped.

"FORWARD!"

We surged.

Hooves sliced through the grass. Shields locked. Spears lowered. I felt the force of fifty thousand heartbeats pounding behind me, hammering through my bones like war drums.

The distance closed.

Meter by meter.

Breath by breath.

I saw the whites of their eyes—saw the terror, the fury, and the desperation.

And in the center of their line—General Luke.

The Iron Wall.

Unshakable. Expressionless. Unreadable.

His arm rose.

With a single motion, Meren’s front line collapsed into a defensive wedge—shields forming a barrier of steel.

They were ready.

So were we.

"IMPACT!" Arwin roared.

And then—CRAAAAAAASH!!!

Two armies collided like mountains slamming together.

Shields splintered. Spears shattered. Bodies were thrown backward by the force of the collision.

"SHIELDS UP!" I commanded.

My voice thundered across the front line.

Dozens of shields snapped into formation—an iron wall rising in perfect unison. Arrows shrieked through the air, a black storm falling toward us like the sky had decided to kill us itself.

"MARCH THROUGH!"

My soldiers advanced without hesitation.

Arrows cracked against shields—KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!—some bouncing off, some embedding into wood, others ripping flesh where gaps appeared.

The sound was a symphony of brutality—metal hammering metal, bones snapping under pressure, and screams cutting through the air like blades.

Through the arrow-storm, through the chaos, through the dust—

A wave of Meren soldiers burst from the wedge formation and charged straight at us.

Fast. Reckless. Desperate.

Their eyes were wild.

Their boots tore into the ground. Their swords raised, ready to pierce through the tiniest gap in our shields—and then the earth itself seemed to growl.

A deep, spine-rattling rumble.

Then—

"MARRRSHIII—!!"

A roar so loud it ripped the battlefield open.

"ROARRRRRRR!!!!"

Marshi exploded out of the formation like a meteor made of muscle and fury. His massive body slammed into the front line of Meren soldiers with the force of a collapsing mountain.

CHOMP!!!

One soldier vanished between his jaws—bones crunching in a single violent snap.

SLASH!!!

Marshi’s claws sliced through three more, sending blood spraying across the dirt in crimson arcs.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Bodies were thrown like rag dolls.

"GOOD BOY, MARSHI!" Rey shouted somewhere behind the lines, though I didn’t see him—I only felt the wild magic rippling around. That means...he has arrived...now...we don’t need to worry since our remaining armies have arrived.

Marshi roared again, the sound vibrating through the ground, through our bones, and through the very air.

The Meren soldiers hesitated.

Just long enough.

"THIS IS OUR OPENING!" I roared. "FORWARD! CUT THEM DOWN!"

Haldor surged beside me like a sword given life—shield raised, blade dripping, eyes blazing.

"YOUR HIGHNESS—ON YOUR LEFT!"

I swung—CLASH!!!!

My sword collided with a Meren captain’s blade so hard the shock ran up my arm. He pushed. I pushed harder.

Sparks burst between us as steel ground against steel.

He snarled, "Today you’re going to die, Princess—!"

I smirked, twisted my wrist, dropped my weight, and...SLASHED upward. His chest armor split. He fell with a scream. Marshi pounced on another behind him.

"You underestimated me lightly...captain of Meren."

And then...I rode forward... The battlefield rippled with violence.

CLANG! CHSHK! THUD! ROAR!!!

Elorian soldiers surged forward with renewed fury, following the path Marshi carved through the enemy lines. Osric’s cavalry crashed into the flank. Arwin’s division smashed into the center. Zerith shouted orders as he cut down attackers with ruthless precision.

But still—still—the Meren forces came like a relentless tide.

"Don’t break formation!" I shouted.

But then—

"YOUR HIGHNESS—MORE FRONT!!" Haldor warned.

Another wave of Meren soldiers barreled toward us—larger, heavier, screaming with rage. Their shields slammed forward.

CRRRAAASH!!!

The collision jolted through my bones.

"PUSH BACK!" I screamed.

And the battle only became intense—and then more intense—until breathing itself felt like fighting.

A spear grazed past my cheek—SWISH! —I tilted my head a fraction, grabbed the shaft, and snapped it over my knee before driving the broken half into the soldier’s throat.

CHING!

CRACK!

ROARRRRRRR!!

SKREEEE!!!

He shrieked—clawing his own face as blood streamed from his sockets. Marshi landed on another man, crushing his ribcage with a deafening CRACK!

And in that chaos—CLASH!!!!

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