ushernet Chapter 686: The Molten Vein [Part 2]
Chapter 686: The Molten Vein [Part 2]
Chapter 686: The Molten Vein [Part 2]
"This bastard!!" Northern spat, his grin returning despite the pain lacing his body.
His eyes flared again, locking onto the beast's molten core, now brighter than ever.
"You're not the only one who can turn up the heat."
He steadied his breath, the aura around him thickening like a living shield. The faint glow of his eyes intensified, and with a sudden burst of motion, Northern launched himself forward. The beast's fiery geysers erupted in his path, but Northern didn't blink away this time.
Instead, he surged through them as a torrent of Black Flames exploded from his body, clashing against the brunt of the heat.
Void Tendrils lashed out like whips as he ran, striking at the fiery bursts to dissipate them before they could reach him.
Closing the distance, the Illusion Sword shimmered in his hand, its blade slowly turning invisible to the naked eye.
Northern swung it in a wide arc, creating a long and strong strike that lashed out at the creature's molten veins.
The beast roared in frustration, its molten veins flaring again. This time, the explosions merged, creating a massive pillar of flame that shot upward, threatening to engulf Northern entirely.
"Not this time," Northern growled.
He moved faster than ever, his Void wings propelling him upward just as the pillar erupted. Then the Black Flames expanded like a cloak suddenly thrown.
They connected with the pillar and encroached it in streams of Black Flames that seemed to- like a terrible plague-devour it.
Northern slowly landed, keeping the Illusion Sword tightly clenched in his hands. His eyes fixed on his target as he descended.
The teaching and style of Chaos Art was slowly evolving with every battle that he fought and through the Formlessness of the Chaos he wrought in every battle, and more importantly, the uncontrolled destruction that lashed out through it.
Northern's style was, through it, grasping the essence of battle and slowly reshaping his heritage.
Northern's descent was a storm in itself, the winds howling in protest as his Void wings cut through them like scythes.
The invisible blade of the Illusion Sword gleamed faintly under the oppressive glow of the molten battlefield, like a thin light of radiance leaving the air.
The beast's roar fractured the heavens as it stumbled, its massive frame crashing into the earth, sending molten shockwaves rippling outward.
But the battle was far from over.
The beast's core flared brighter, its molten body convulsing as it began to transform.
Its shattered limb regenerated in an instant, but it wasn't the same-no longer molten, but a grotesque crystalline structure radiating heat and light.
The transformation spread like wildfire, its entire body crystallizing, becoming sharper, harder, more lethal.
Northern's Chaos Eyes narrowed. 'What the hell?'
The crystalline behemoth charged, faster than before, its new form refracting light into blinding bursts that disoriented Northern's vision.
It swiped with a claw that shattered the ground where he'd been moments ago. Northern barely dodged, his Void wings straining to maneuver against the onslaught.
The beast wasn't just faster-it was smarter. Its attacks were calculated now, each strike herding him into tighter quarters, its crystalline claws slicing through his Black Flames as though they were paper.
A sharp pain lanced through Northern's leg as a shard of crystal got in between them mid- dodge, causing his movement to falter. If not for Void Force, the crystal would have probably embedded deeply.
He stumbled, falling into a roll to avoid a follow-up strike, the molten ground threatening to sear his armor. His breath came in ragged gasps, struggling to catch up with his movement.
Northern slowly stood up, a grin forming on his face.
"And this bastard is supposed to be a Catastrophic Behemoth," he muttered.
Once again, he could not help himself paling at the comparison of both monsters. Could it have been that the other rift was weaker than this one because it was- after all-somehow
manipulated?
Or did Rughsbourgh do something to get such insanely strong monsters?
It was insane and stressful to think about. And Northern did not even have a second to do that, for the Molten Vein, now crystallized, was upon him again.
To make things worse, his stamina had hit rock bottom. Right now, he tried moving his legs and felt like they were being pulled back by an entire mountain.