ushernet Chapter 680: The Tricky Tunnel [Part 2]
Chapter 680: The Tricky Tunnel [Part 2]
Chapter 680: The Tricky Tunnel [Part 2]
Northern stood motionless, his glowing eyes fixed on the ripple in the tunnel.
His breathing steadied, and his frustration melted into calculated calm.
That reaction of the tunnel just now... how could he bring it again?
The only solution so far was his terrifying speed, but that caused his body to munch on his stamina like a starved glutton.
He might not even make it before the tunnel submits to the threats of his overwhelming speed. And even if it does, it is not just going to reveal the same weakness again.
The ripple.
That somehow absorbed and adapted to his Void tendrils. Northern thought of using Black Lance or Black Flames but shook his head immediately.
An attack on the level of Black Lance would no doubt destroy the fortifications of the illusion, but it could affect the dungeon on a much more terrifying scale and even go ahead to resonate in the academy itself.
Northern wanted no mishaps at all with his plan to use the dungeon. The only time where an attack like that can be considered is in a wide area where he was sure what would happen and its scale.
Or when he truly has no use for the dungeon anymore. So he had to turn to something else.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
At the very least, he now knew that the illusion was not unbreakable but adaptive.
If so, the only reasonable thing to do to it was...
"Push its adaptation until it cracked," Northern mumbled.
Chaos Eyes gleamed with a chilling evilness, like the cold look of primal Darkness itself.
Void tendrils plunged out of his back but this time, immediately and seamlessly blending into perfect lustrous feathers.
Northern flapped them widely, creating a massive shudder in the air.
He took a slow, deliberate step back, his Void wings spreading wide before he vanished in a flicker of motion.
This time, his speed was precise-not a relentless sprint, but controlled bursts of acceleration. Each movement sent ripples cascading through the illusion, forcing it to twist and shift in response.
He stopped suddenly, his Void feathers anchoring him mid-stride.
His eyes darted to a faint shimmer in the wall ahead as a crude blackish staff with twin blades manifested into his hands.
Without hesitation, he hurled Grengar toward the ripple. The impact sent a shockwave through the tunnel, and for a moment, the illusion faltered.
The walls flickered, revealing a glimpse of something darker and more alien beneath.
Northern's smirk widened. "Gotcha."
But the illusion retaliated. Shadows bled from the walls, oozing toward him like living ink. Northern sidestepped with a flicker of speed, leaving afterimages in his wake.
He struck the twin-bladed staff again, aimed at a weak point further down the tunnel. The shadows recoiled, but the walls began to close in, tightening like a vice.
Northern slowed, letting the Void Aura around him grow heavier.
The air chilled as he focused his essence inward. His movements became sharper, more efficient.
He no longer wasted energy trying to break free through sheer force. Instead, he targeted the illusion's weaknesses methodically, testing its limits with each strike.
perfection to the lance.
"This ends here," Northern said with a cold voice.
With a burst of speed, he hurled the lance toward the heart of the illusion.
It struck true, piercing the pulsating mass and releasing a deafening, guttural roar that
echoed through the collapsing tunnel.
The walls quaked violently, cracks racing along their surface as the very fabric of the illusion
unraveled.
The heart of the illusion disintegrated, its threads fraying into nothingness.
The oppressive darkness dissolved into faint wisps, revealing the true environment around Northern. He stood amidst a vast cavern, its walls jagged and uneven, glowing faintly with an
unnatural light.
But the battle was far from over.
From the remnants of the illusion's heart, a grotesque figure began to emerge.
Its form was amorphous, shifting and twisting erratically, as though it couldn't decide on a shape. Limbs extended and retracted in unnatural jerks, its flesh shimmering like liquid
obsidian.
Faces-multiple, grotesque faces-formed and melted across its surface, each expression locked in a scream of agony or a sinister grin.
The creature was a living nightmare, a manifestation of distortion and deception. Its body pulsed with an unnatural kind of essence, and as it moved, it left faint echoes of itself in the air, as though reality struggled to keep up with its presence.
It was both there and not, seemingly existing in fragments across dimensions. Northern instinctively stepped back, his Void Aura intensifying as the creature fixed its shifting eyes-or what could pass as eyes-on him.
The cavern shuddered as its presence grew, filling the space with an almost unbearable
weight.
'...Holy crap, crap, crap. What the fuck is this?' Northern cursed, gritting his teeth painfully. The most annoying thing was, the monster was a Belial rank. A Calamitous Belial.
'Since when were Belials so powerful?'
Northern vividly remembered what it felt like to fight the Apex Belial. It was no doubt strong,
but the odds were tipped to his favor thanks to the kind of skills he happened to copy.
In as much as he would almost call it easy, he didn't think the monster was something
Lieutenant Dante would have been able to defeat on his own.
It was an Apex Belial after all.
And yet, here he stood, with a Calamitous Belial, that was no doubt, ten times more powerful
than the one he had fought before.
'What in the world is wrong with this monster ranking system?'