"Peak-level expert! We can't stay here!!" Gelael barked.
Ery stepped forward, placing himself between the Ember Sage and the incoming threat. "Senior, healing this man is our best chance to survive. Please... do your best. I will hold the line!"
Despite the strength in his voice, a deep unease gnawed at Ery's gut as he watched the female barabrain ride the hulking frog beast and stride through the smoke and debris.
Among the enemy's peak cosmic experts, she was among the most dangerous. She might not possess the sheer physical strength of the other, but her mastery over godly beasts made her an enslavent path expert. A soul master—like the infamous Mo Yan— with the addition of monstrous godly beasts under her command.
And the beast she brought today was unlike anything Ery had seen up close.
When the monstrous frog burst through the fortification with sheer brute strength, VIA quickly analyzed it, data flashing across Ery's vision.
[Terror Blighttoad]
[Godly Beast – Level: 7]
A level 7 godly beast. Its power rivaled a Stage 7 Cosmic Expert—a full grade stronger than the venomous godly spider Ery had fought back in the Skyroot Faction's secret realm. The threat it posed was imnse.
The barbarian woman gave the ruined hall a single glance before her eyes locked on the huddled non-combatants. Stroking the slimy head of her beast, she grinned and whispered, "Your next al."
At her command, the Blighttoad bellowed. It leapt forward with terrifying speed, its cavernous mouth opening wide. A swirling vortex of suction ford, yanking a dozen screaming defenders into its gullet. Their screams ended in sickening wet snaps.
Ery's fists clenched, but he forced himself to stay focused. He could not leave Gelael unprotected. The infected Veyarel's life depended on it.
The beast turned next toward another cluster of terrified civilians, this group guarded by a handful of guards. But before the Blighttoad could devour again, the guard captain—one of the stronghold's elites—stepped bravely into its path.
The captain unleashed his battlefield domain, showing the power of his two cosmos. The temperature plumted. Frost blood across the stones, and sheets of ice crawled over the Blighttoad's massive legs, attempting to pin it in place. Shards of razor ice ford around the captain, who stood tall, spear leveled at the beast.
"CROAKK!!"
The frog roared in anger and with a single, monstrous stomp shattered the frozen ground like glass. Without hesitation, it spat a glob of black, steaming bile through the air like a cannonball. It splattered across the captain's squad with a wet, sickening hiss.
"AARRGHH!!"
Screams of terror tore through the hall as the deadly liquid worked instantly—armor buckled and sizzled, flesh turned to bubbling ruin. These magus-realm warriors didn't even have ti to cast a final spell before their bodies lted into grotesque heaps of bone and gore, staining the icy floor crimson.
The agonized wails echoed against the walls, a horrific chorus of death that sent a chill even through seasoned warriors.
Only the captain survived, quick enough to dodge and shield himself with a thick block of enchanted ice.
"YOU DAMN MONSTER!!" he roared, his voice choked with rage.
Fueled by fury, the captain launched himself forward, spear aid for the Blighttoad's eye. The beast reacted instantly—its thick, slimy tongue lashed out like a bladed whip.
CRACK!
In a horrifying mont, the captain's body split in two.
But a second later, his form shattered into misty shards of ice—an illusionary clone. His real body was already leaping toward the female barbarian herself, spear poised for a killing blow.
The female barbarian didn't even flinch. A wicked smile crossed her face as the Blighttoad's massive tail swung upward like a hamr.
BAM!!
The captain was smashed mid-air, sent hurtling back toward the ground with a sickening crunch. He barely managed to land on his feet—but the beast's tongue lashed out again, severing his legs below the knees in a flash of gore.
"ARGHH!!"
He collapsed, blood spraying the ground, helpless.
The Blighttoad advanced, one massive foot raising to crush him.
It was then that Ery decided to move.
With a sharp command, two of the golden constructs surged forward, hurling themselves between the monstrous Blighttoad and the dying captain. Though the constructs were dwarfed by the towering beast—only a quarter its height—their heavy tallic fras slamd into its legs with a thunderous impact, forcing the creature to halt mid-stomp.
The ground quaked under the collision.
The Blighttoad roared in anger, thrashing against the constructs. It swung its massive limbs, trying to throw them off, but the golden golems moved with chanical precision.
One latched onto the beast's thick, slimy thigh, its clawed hands locking like steel vices. The other drove itself into the creature's abdon, delivering relentless, hamring punches—each blow strong enough to crack stone.
The frog monster, furious at the resistance, opened its mouth wide and spat another jet of dark, poisonous bile. The corrosive liquid splattered against one of the golems, sizzling and steaming.
But the golden tal didn't yield.
The golem's body, forged by the Supre Magus' power, was immune to re acid. Though a blackened scar marred its chest, the construct barely slowed, its chanical joints grinding with renewed ferocity as it shoved harder against the beast.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, Ery sprinted into the chaos.
Using the precious seconds won, Ery summoned his Elysian roots. Vines of brilliant green surged under the captain, wrapping around his ruined body and pulling him to safety. Ery imdiately focused on regenerating his legs, pumping healing energy into the wounded man.
Across the battlefield, the female barbarian watched, her eyes narrowing.
"Hmph. Resistance is futile," she said, pulling out a black-flagged staff from her back.
As she raised it high, sinister runes burned to life across the Blighttoad's skin.
The monster bellowed, and its body swelled. With a violent convulsion, it broke free from the construct's grip. One golem was seized by the beast's grotesquely powerful hands and ripped apart—chunks of molten gold and iron scattering across the battlefield.
The barbarian sneered, her eyes falling on Ery.
"So… you're the one controlling these annoying toys,"
Standing firm, Ery said nothing. The two remaining golems imdiately returned to his side, moving like loyal sentinels. As for the broken one, Ery simply gestured—and to the astonishnt of those watching, the shattered pieces began to twitch.
The golem was rebuilding itself.
Golden tal flowed like liquid, its body reconstructing piece by piece, pulling shattered limbs and twisted plates back into form with a shrill tallic hum.
The female barbarian frowned, annoyed. She pointed her black staff at him and hissed, "Eat him."
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