The deafening clash of weapons and roars of celestial creatures echoed through the chamber as the battle on the eighth layer intensified. The magus, clad in tattered robes and wielding their arcane powers, fought desperately against the overwhelming celestial forces. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the ground trembled beneath the continuous onslaught.
"HEALERS!! We Need more healers on the west side!!" "Watch out! more spiders coming from above!!"
Nearly an hour had passed since the lockdown lifted, the once-organized defense was showing signs of wear, fatigue, and desperation. The chamber was littered with mountains of corpses, the fallen bodies of both celestial creatures and magus, as the relentless onslaught continued.
The promise of reinforcents of special units, including grand magus and even supre magus remained elusive. None had made it to the deepest part of the ruins yet. It seed that reaching the battleground was no easy feat for figures above the magus rank. As the casualties mounted, many magus began to lose faith, and a few even started to retreat from the relentless battle.
"Do not falter! We need to hold on!! Reinforcents will soon arrive!" roared Zach, his voice cutting through the chaos like a thunderous command. The dragon prince had been engaged in a relentless battle—a 4 against 1 confrontation with the self-proclaid demon lord. Despite the overwhelming odds, the creature refused to succumb, rising again and again from each crushing blow. Its form seed to evolve, gaining strength with every regeneration.
"You cannot kill !!" the demon lord taunted, reveling in its apparent invincibility.
Kasius, the ominous figure behind the creature, underwent a macabre transformation. His once humanoid form twisted into a massive, pitch-black entity, standing at an imposing five ters. Long, swiveling horns adorned its head, and a massive, sharp pincer arm extended nacingly. Seizing the opportunity presented by the distracted dragon prince, the creature lunged once more towards the center, aiming to disrupt the magus maintaining the crucial formation. Ery, resolute in his fusion form, used his imnse strength to block and entangle the pitch-black creature. His rooted arms held the nacing entity in check, preventing it from advancing further. Mahinder, the monk, seized the opportunity and unleashed a barrage of holy palm strikes, each blow carrying the weight of his devotion to vanquishing the dark force. Olivier, the Sword Saint, complented the assault by piercing his sword into the creature's back with precision.
The creature bellowed in frustration, its roars echoing through the chamber. Despite the formidable onslaught, its ominous resilience proved daunting. Ery strained to maintain the fusion form, feeling the strain on his body intensify with each passing mont.
"ARRGHH!!! Let go!! You cannot hold down forever!!" the creature howled, and Unfortunately, its prediction proved accurate. The prolonged maintenance of the fusion form had taken its toll on Ery. The roots began to splinter, threatening to break apart.
Ery, determined to buy a few crucial seconds, pushed himself to the limit. The arrival of Zach, the Dragon Prince, was a tily intervention. With a divine dragon technique, Zach cleaved the creature in two with his massive sword.
SPLLLAATT!!!
The chamber resonated with the sound of the creature's demise. As the demonic creature split, so did Ery's fusion form. The roots began to disentangle from his body, leaving him surrounded by six exhausted plant creatures.
ku ku.. kuang ku..
Concerned for their safety, Ery swiftly drew them into the Khaos gate, ensuring their retreat from the battlefield.
While Ery worked swiftly to secure the plant creatures into the safety, his companions didn't pause to celebrate. Olivier, Mahinder, and Zach continued their relentless assault on the wounded creature, bombarding it with weapons and spells. Yet, to their frustration, the creature regenerated once more, displaying an unnerving resilience.
"Damn!! Monster!!" exclaid the Sword Saint, his irritation palpable. Mahinder, the monk, added with concern, "It will not die, it will keep feeding power from the netherrealm!!"
The four of them shared a sense of urgency as they contemplated the imminent return of the creature to its full form. Simultaneously, the cracks on the protective formation were widening, signaling the weakening of their defenses. The urgency in the voices of his companions reflected the gravity of the situation.
"How long until reinforcent cos?!"
"We need to do sothing!"
In the midst of this tension, Ery heard familiar female voices entering his mind, and the soft, yet resolute words echoed,
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