ocean-life Chapter 758
Chapter 758
A series of explosions of white, purple, and yellow light erupts like popcorn, growing larger as each of the purple arrows Arie shot off curves toward their target and rains down on the energy crescent moving his way.
However, Arie's eyes glow brighter, and the number of arms growing from his back multiplies even faster upon impact.
This is because he watches these high-powered strikes losing their strength the closer they get to the incoming attack.
It's impossible to physically see, but a cold vibration ripples off the outer edges of the Berserker's energy attack, giving off the presence of an ancient and ruthless aura.
It's as if the confidence of a King who has never lost a battle is being personified into existence.
Arie's light purple arrows, with enough divine energy in their cores to kill a 1st Class True Core in a single hit, collide with this crescent of energy by the hundreds.
The attacks don't physically slow down, but the closer they get to this crescent of energy, the weaker they seem and the less momentum they carry in relation to the target they're attempting to hit.
The eruptions of explosions are, in fact, the arrows making contact, and small holes are carved into the crescents of energy traveling his way. It still retains over 80% of its energy mass and hasn't slowed down a notable amount at all.
In just a matter of seconds, the tens of thousands of kilometers between them are cut in half.
Arie releases another flurry of arrows as the crescent emerges from the energy blast and grows hundreds more arms again, preparing for what he must do next.
Two more chain reactions of explosions collide with the crescent coming his way, and he feels the same cold aura disable the effectiveness of his arrows each time they make contact.
Though, its mass falls below half of what it was before. Arie is receiving feedback that his attacks are working.
From a distance, it's far harder to understand, but once the gap is closed even further—less than 1,000 kilometers away—it now affects the visuals of the world around this human archer, sending vibrating shivers down his spine as he feels the remnants of an old deteriorating Noble Bloodline trying to suppress his will.
The archer grits his teeth and now completely understands how and why the commanders left this planet the second the aura hit them.
It's like nothing he's ever felt before.
From dungeons filled with monsters double his level, to Demonic Beasts within the Abyss with overwhelming strength and foreign powers, even the use of intimidation skills or domination buffs—nothing has ever given off readings like this before.
Arie knows what it means to mutate the system, as it's happened to him twice in his life in very drastic ways.
The first was that his unique skill was created by cultivating Qi before he ever even awakened the system, making his arrows stronger and not exactly fully mana-based.
The second was when he decided to make a change to his destiny. Instead of following the normal path of this mana-based world, where everyone trains the same way, the Abyss called to him...
Not just to find out what happened to his old village in the Dark Continent, but on a deeper level—to take advantage of another unique scenario and wield this Dark Power unlike anyone else in the human world.
Now, he feels another system mutation, one that threatens to suppress his own.@@@@
While his instincts scream at him to be in fear, something clicks in his mind—a trigger of understanding in the moment—that this is merely the same thing, just within an older lifeform with far more time being mutated within the system. ŖáNοBĘs
The stronger will wins.
This is not an objective god that can suppress everything it touches. That is, as long as he can prove to its wielder that he is stronger.
After wearing down the attack, another 700 arrows are sent flying its way as a final barrage.
Arie can feel the air getting colder and his system processing speed harder to navigate, but the calm smile doesn't leave his face once the eruption of arrows on a battered crescent of light breaks it into pieces. It destabilizes the entire attack and sends a final shockwave through the atmosphere, confirming that this 3rd Class human just deflected a direct attack from a Noble Demonic Berserker King.
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Another explosion about ten thousand kilometers away shakes the atmosphere as well, forming a black and red orb of destruction that obliterates an entire region as the attack meant to hit Raven curves down to strike the planet's crust.
While her green eyes focus straight forward at the Kings, Abby's mind is occupied by the recording of the Wyvern Corpse that Monk brought back from their prospecting trip.
After feeling the aura of the Kings, she understands why their systems were suppressed by its bones, and wants to see this tomb for herself.
Though, for now, she continues following out the agreed upon procedure.
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This process repeats a few times.
Though, the reactions of the Kings aren't what was expected at all...
After every attempt to distract them, to trigger a retaliation, they do exactly the same thing, as if they've lost their memory of the last attacks they just threw and hope to overpower the enemies disturbing their brawl.
When the generals move their formation further south in order to draw them away from the throne, it continuously seems as though they've taken the bait.
The Berserker King is the most mobile and appears to be a lot faster.
Every time it attacks, it charges thousands of kilometers forward, but once its attacks are deflected and it senses the generals backing up even more, for some reason, it backs up too and adjusts its path to position itself closer to the throne.
Even the Archer moves forward to get a closer shot at Abby after she detonates another distraction, obliterating an entire region of this world.
However, it often continues to move back north in response to the Berserker retreating.
This other King is a far larger threat to the throne than these pesky intruders.
While following the generals away to kill them would be beneficial, a raw instinct pulls it back to the throne no matter how illogical it may seem.
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Instead of moving south, another half a dozen exchanges pass, and the five True Cored Monsters on this world completely circle the globe.
It creates a massive circular ravine, over two thousand kilometers wide, separating the unprospected land around the throne from the barren world littered with demonic corpses.
Bri and Alveron watch with wide eyes as it seems these mindless Kings aren't going to be so easily manipulated after all.
They've strategically held the line and won't let anyone pass.
Alveron's voice echoes through the Link.
"This is far more data than I've ever managed to receive on the Kings. They have never fought like this before. Fascinating..."
Bri stares at the live visuals and holographic imagery of the globe.
"They know exactly what we're doing... They're toying with us..."
Arie replies through the link next.
"The only way to that throne is going to be over their dead bodies..."
Raven speaks next.
"He's right. Even if we keep them occupied on one side of the throne while another party tries to raid it, their range can still reach them. It's too dangerous for the commanders to be on this world right now... I say we move onto Plan B. Kill the Kings."