Having two weapons in my hands was a little nostalgic, though the kinds of weapons I now wielded were new to , even if their purpose was sothing I was intimately familiar with; the Falcata especially was sothing I knew how to wield almost instinctually at this point as I slashed across the belly of a leaping wolf.
A horde of monsters had just leapt out of the ash during our march across the plains, and now they were proving to be quite determined to kill us instead of just running away from the scent that was driving them insane, and while they were large in number they weren't as freakishly strong as I was anticipating.
They were certainly stronger than the monsters outside of the Labyrinthian by a decent amount, but there was definitely a lack of anything that would make soone think that these were definitely, one hundred percent, without a doubt native to this place that had struck fear into the heart of anyone knowledgeable enough to understand that the Labyrinthian was sothing to be feared.
Like right in front of , currently sprawled on the ground whimpering thanks to the clean gash that traveled from its pelvis all the way up to the wolf's throat, allowing all of its blood to seep out onto the ash and nourish whatever might have the possibility of growing in this stagnant place.
My Falcata was dripping with the blood of the downed wolf, and just to put it out of its misery I swung my War Pick down into its skull, bathing the beak of the phoenix in crimson and getting a bit of a grasp on just how effective this weapon was.
The monster's skull exploded into hundreds of tiny pieces, the force of the impact sending up a wave of ash mixed with bone shards, blood and brain matter that turned the air an interesting pinkish grey.
Before I could bask in that gory explosion that certainly tickled my fancy, I spun the War Pick around and slamd the sharp, feathery spike into the next monster that leapt at , since I required the spike in order to pierce the rocky scales that shielded this hybrid wolf's chest.
Just like its pack mate, the scaled wolf was dealt a deadly blow in a single strike, the spike punching through the scales and shattering the ribs around the impact site as I halted its montum midair, allowing to slam the monster down into the ash.
My boot punched through its skull next as I replicated the sa kill as before, but again the number of hybrid wolf monsters around us was quite large, so there was little ti to appreciate the way its blood clung to my boots, or how its skull was currently in dozens of pieces all around .
They were stronger, faster, and far more 'evolved' then all of the monsters back outside, and yet they were still just monsters, as evident by the fact that they were still swarming around us and letting out enraged howls as more and more of them perished.
All because they despised the scent of the herb that still burnt near the carriage, and instead of running they decided that they needed to kill us instead, leading to their deaths and giving us an outlet for the frustrations of being forced to march endlessly.
Wide open plains all around us of dreary grey were now being painted red as we waded through a horde of hundreds of wolves, all of them sparking with excess magic and sporting new quirks that gave them even more strength.
This was truly where they were different from outside, the various enhancents that they had been gifted with rippling with mana that made them many tis more lethal than most of the monsters we were accustod too.
A spiny wolf was crackling with electricity that arced through the air whenever it got close to any of us, and it showed a level of intelligence that made it even more dangerous since it remained far enough away from us to stay alive, but still close enough to ensure it could zap soone in armor.
Then there was a wolf whose fur was made entirely from rock, the heavy, statue-esque attempting to tank as many hits as it could while its pack mates darted to and fro in various attempts to take at least one of us down, only to end up dead.
More and more leapt at from all directions; a winged wolf soared down at and tried to claw off my face, only to be smacked down to the ground courtesy of my War Pick, one half of its rib cage shattered into pieces that punctured its lungs.
Another tried to stick close to the ashy ground, its grey coat helping it blend in as it attempted a surprise attack, only to have my Falcata slice through its skull before it could even get off of the ground.
We were in a sea of wolves that seed to have no end, but as more erged from the ash we all got more fired up, with Leone and Lilith taking that literally as they turned up the heat around us with each spell they slung, the older Demoness tutoring the Vampire a little in the middle of the battle.
It was a nice break from the monotony, and with each kill I could get rid of so of the frustration we had all begun to accumulate, all while I also learned a little more from the monsters that appeared, comparing them to the tiger and the ape we had fought last night.
They must have been mini boss level monsters while these were just your average monsters in these areas, and if that truly was the case this would be one hell of a training area for all of us... but of those had just been elite level monsters and we had yet to et sothing that was like a mini boss...
That was why my optimism was currently being curbed with each monster I killed, and why I was more focused on properly christening my two new weapons as we eradicated this horde completely.
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