Chapter 680: The Berserk Guardian!
Logan flew at the monster, slamming his shield and mace down with an arc of molten flas. The three-headed monster howled, releasing an icy mist from its third mouth. The fog and Logan collided head-on. His flas crackled and lted the ice, while the ice also doused and cooled the super-hot flas.
BANG!
With a swirl of gold and blue, an explosion shook the room.
“Lad, now!”
His distorted shout filled the room as the orange flas wrapped around Zahir’s body, thawing the icy chill.
Zahir’s wind flickered with embers of golden fire as he dashed towards the monster and struck with a double arc of imnse wind.
He scread out as he poured his mana into the blow, huge typhoons forming around his blades that crackled with fire and lightning.
“TWIN FANG!”
Two beautiful arcs sliced through the air.
His swords sliced through the arms of the huge monster, cutting Logan free from its grasp, followed by the burst of his magic.
The impact flung him and the dwarf away with a resounding thud.
“Damn it…”
“Ark…. Peh!”
Both on the ground, the huge creature gazed down at them, completely free of the stone prism, the entire room lit bright, all circles and pillars illuminated.
The Guardian Serpent, with three arms left, stood over three tres tall and carried three heads that spun slowly every few seconds.
“Fire, Ice and Poison… what a cursed beast.”
“Logan are you okay?”
The two stood side by side, the dwarf two-handed his mace, while Zahir’s arm barely remained stable. He forced himself during the last attack, really doing a number on his wounded arm.
“Can we win?” The young desert warrior rarely doubted himself, but he asked the dwarf in a low voice, his wind barrier with huge holes from the sustained damage and his lacking fighting spirit.
“I cannae do it.”
Logan’s eyes stretched open, and yet his vision remained dull. He could see shadows and faint colours, but the poison and icy mist damaged his eyes.
‘That blow took everything… and all it managed was to clear ice.’
Despite this, he gripped his mace.
“We must fight lad. I will buy ti for you to escape, since the last light lit up the door also activated, look!”
Zahir glanced at the locked double doors behind the boss, which now opened fully, leading to a dark passage. Not only that, but the small door behind them also opened. “We can both escape… there are two doors!” He called out.
The young warrior left his village to gain experience, as the son of the greatest warrior. Zahir didn’t seek glory, but losing honour was sothing he refused.
“Lad! Look at , I’m old… and tired.”
Logan’s emotions were the sa; to him, Zahir was akin to his son, another child with parents who would worry if he failed here, then he couldn’t bear to live with himself. Thus, his honour as a father wouldn’t let him escape.
“I won’t leave you!”
Woosh!
The green winds of fighting spirit flowed around the young man.
“Let us fight together, there must be a way!”
Before the two could react, the massive guardian spat a burst of fla at them.
Dozens of fiery balls shot towards them like a teor storm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each sphere impacted the ground with a quake, the force shaking the room as Logan’s body moved like never before. The green winds of the young warrior wrapped their legs.
“Keep going!”
Zahir’s eyes shone as he used his magic to push Logan and himself around the boss. They avoided the explosions and barrage of deadly flas and shot towards the exit door.
“Waaaaah!” Logan scread, his legs leaving the ground as he practically flew.
Crack!
Suddenly, as they approached, an eerie sound echoed in the chamber, like stones and gears turning rapidly.
[Foolish Mortals!]
A twisted voice echoed in a strange tongue, and yet both Zahir and Logan understood.
It was the beast.
[There is NO escape!]
The doors rumbled and slamd together with a sudden crack.
Logan and Zahir both slamd into the wall with a bang.
Their heads flopped back as they collapsed to the ground from the impact.
“Shit.” Logan swore, holding his face while trying to fix his double vision; on the other hand, Zahir’s magic faded, and he could barely lift himself from the ground. “What happened… my mana is gone…” He looked at the door and noticed sothing. Its glow beca brighter than before.
‘It feels like sothing is sucking my mana away!’
He grumbled, and yanked his body off the stones, and the feeling vanished… but struggled to move with his heavy body instead looking up at the monster that just mocked them in the centre of the room.
“Lad… these walls devour mana.”
“…”
Logan turned to find the young warrior unconscious yet still clenching his swords.
“Is this it…?”
Creak!
A distant sound echoed.
But Logan ignored it, the sound of leather tightening and sothing clutching wood. He needed to move, to defend the boy and to survive. He crawled to his feet, the mace he crafted himself rolling on the ground inside the second circle.
“You won’t trick , beast!” His thick accent ca out after giving up on pretences. The dwarf stepped forward, facing up to the huge, emotionless face of stone gazing down at him like an insect. “Don’t underestimate the dwarves!”
He gripped a long red stick from his thigh.
From the tip of the stick was a small rope-like appendage.
[Submit and beco my slave, Mortal!]
Once again, the annoying voice dared to speak down to Logan. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He began to ditate and restored a small amount of his mana. ‘Enough for an ember!’
With the snap of his fingertips, he called out the keyword for his only offensive magic spell.
“Igni!”
Flicker!
Hsssssss!
The small embers set fire to the rope attached to the red stick and began to hiss as the sparkling fla travelled down the rope. Logan pulled his arm back as the monster’s face started to suck in the cold air once again.
“Not this ti, ye overgrown bastard!”
He tossed the stick.
As it flung through the sky, the rope lted.
A swirl of ice built up in the beast’s mouth. It ignored the dwarf’s actions and swallowed the stick with a low rumbling chuckle from the other two heads.
[Futile!]
[Inferior!]
However…
As the monster pulled its head back to cast another icy blizzard.
BOOM!
It exploded.
The stone head of the monster exploded in a massive burst of black fire. Suddenly, Logan’s eyes widened as he reached for another of the red sticks. “It worked!?”
Dynamite.
It was sothing only recently invented in the Empire, sothing they learned by stealing technology from the continent.
“It actually worked! Hahahaha!”
Neither magic, fighting spirit, nor aura… this was sothing created by mortals, not gifted to them by gods. The creation of flas with this power without the use of mana was sothing amazing to the dwarf.
[WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?]
An angry shout ca from the monster, its head half-cracked, and the frost face completely shattered and stained in black charcoal.
But this was enough for Logan.
His confidence and desire to fight recovered; he grabbed his mace and held another sizzling red stick of dynamite. After testing it for the first ti, he grumbled. ‘Those bastards, I should have bought more!’
Ba-Dump!
Ba-Dump!
‘Can I win?’
He tossed the stick again.
Although he managed to damage the stone head, the monster’s power and magic still reverberated physically through the room. That’s how powerful this creature was, and Logan’s mana was like an alcoholic’s cup.
Empty.
That’s when sothing blue flashed from the other doorway.
FWOOM!
As if in perfect timing, the dynamite exploded, forcing the monster to avoid it and straight into the light’s path.
The air shook as a blue light shot from the darkness, and Nerim’s figure barely beca visible as her twisting drill-like arm penetrated the monster’s poisoned head with a brutal collision of stone and steel.
[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!]
Nerim’s body slamd into the opposite side of the boss room, and the monster’s body collapsed to the ground with two of the three heads destroyed. It shook with blood pouring from the wounds, using its huge arms to hold the ground.
Crack!
The massive palms crushed the ground as the beast scread in pain.
[You inferior beings!]
With another shout, its flas began to spray from the last remaining mouth, and balls of fire struck the walls with intense blasts.
“Lass!”
“Ahh… dwarf?” Nerim held her arm as she staggered towards Zahir and Logan, her blood oozing down the deep blue scales. “Well, it’s good you’re alive.” She stumbled forward, planting her spear into the ground to keep standing.
Hundreds of fireballs shot wildly from the beast as it thrashed around, almost blind.
The blow from Nerim cracked the stone eyes of the fire face. Imdiately after it started shooting fireballs as it entered a frenzy.
Asmodeus stepped into the room with a wide grin on his lips.
“Well, this is quite interesting.”
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