He threw his blood-stained spear into the air in a victorious gesture that energized and motivated everyone around him into aggressive action.
Dozens of remaining Heretic warriors charged frantically toward the stationary do, their hearts filled with burning hatred toward the human responsible for slaughtering so many of their comrades. In their minds, clouded by rage and desperation, the prolonged battle was finally approaching its inevitable conclusion.
The foreign human was foolishly stuck inside his own defensive barrier, completely unable to attack them as they closed distance for the killing blow.
He’d made the fatal mistake of giving them sufficient ti to eliminate the range advantage and strike from devastating close proximity.
Within re seconds, the Heretic warriors were already completely surrounding the earth do from every accessible angle, their various weapons striking repeatedly against the compressed stone barrier in a group rhythm, slowly breaking it apart.
Clang! Clang! CRACK!
As they struck once, twice, three tis with increasing enthusiasm, the attackers failed to notice one critical detail: the openings and cracks they’d begun creating in the do’s surface were slowly expanding and spreading in distinctly unnatural ways.
"Idiots," Moon smirked coldly from inside his protective sanctuary. "You just dug your own graves."
While the Heretics had been frantically attacking his barrier from outside, Moon had been charging two of his absolute most powerful offensive techniques simultaneously, channeling massive quantities of mana into two spells.
The two attacks combined had consud a truly enormous portion of his total mana reserves, draining him to dangerous levels. But if the strike succeeded as planned, the investnt would prove absolutely worth the cost.
Concentrated electricity crackled and arced violently in Moon’s left hand, the lightning barely contained by his conscious control. Simultaneously, his most powerful Ignite construct hovered and rotated above his staff, a sphere of compressed fla so intense it was warping the air around itself with distortion.
Due to the constant, repeated use of Ignite throughout this extended battle, Moon could feel his staff slowly deteriorating durability from the extre heat exposure. He understood that he would very soon need to acquire or commission a significantly stronger weapon, since this current implent wasn’t going to survive much longer under the constant use of Epic-tier spells.
Crackle! Crackle!
Moon waited patiently for the absolutely perfect timing, his eyes closed as he focused entirely on his sense of hearing rather than any visual or touch input. His other senses completely dulled as his sense of hearing amplified dramatically to higher levels.
Through his heightened focus, Moon eventually managed to perceive the distinct attack rhythm of the weapons striking against his barrier. The Heretics were attacking simultaneously in synchronized waves, hoping to break through the defensive do faster by attacking at once.
What they didn’t understand was that this sa attack thod would very soon beco their downfall.
Suddenly, Moon’s eyes snapped open, identifying the exact split-second mont he’d been patiently waiting for.
The earth do around him completely collapsed simultaneously from all sides, deliberately through Moon’s own accord rather than enemy damage, revealing his body standing calmly at the center surrounded by dozens of shocked Heretic warriors whose eyes widened.
Their weapons were already raised high in preparation for launching their next strike—an attack that would most certainly never reach its intended target.
BZZZZT!
Moon unleashed his fully-charged lightning attack without hesitation or rcy.
The concentrated attack exploded outward in all directions simultaneously, striking through every single person standing within five ters of his position. The lightning spread and jumped between their bodies with terrifying speed, their tal weapons acting as perfect conductors that amplified the damage rather than protecting them.
The current would have completely fried single warriors to charred corpses instantly had it not been for their large clustered numbers inadvertently sharing and distributing the attack across multiple victims.
Their control over their bodies vanished instantly. Weapons fell from spasming hands, clattering against the blood-soaked ground in discordant symphony. The Heretic Chief felt his heart sink with absolute terror as complete paralysis overtook his body, rendering him completely helpless.
He could only watch with horrified eyes as Moon prepared to unleash the sa catastrophic attack that had previously turned his subordinates into literal ashes during earlier exchanges.
the Chief’s paralyzed mind could only think desperately as he watched Moon leap gracefully into the air and away from the clustered group with a cold, rciless smirk on his face.
SCREEEEEECH!
Before Moon could release the prepared Ignite sphere of flas, the Black Raven sent its absolute most powerful concentrated sound attack yet deployed.
The sonic attack was so overwhelming that Moon’s face contorted involuntarily with searing pain, his hands visibly shaking from the devastating sonic pressure waves striking his entire body. He could feel his organs vibrating to the sounds, his bones too.
The attack nearly made Moon lose complete control of his spell, the mana threatening to destabilize and backfire on him. But Moon gritted his teeth with absolute determination, his passive Tenacity skill activating automatically to preserve his unbroken will and ntal focus despite the agonizing distraction.
He unleashed Ignite with a roar of effort.
The massive sphere of fla streaked through the air like a descending teor toward the Heretics who’d just barely begun regaining the power to move their bodies. Before they could move more than a single stumbling step towards their freedom, their salvation, the explosion landed directly in between them.
BOOOOOOM!
Thick clouds of dust and ash exploded violently into the air as fire erupted. An enormous blazing pillar within the five-ter radius impact zone ford.
The horrible sounds of screaming, pleading, and incoherent cries of pain surfaced briefly above the roaring explosion before being overwheld by crackling flas.
The horrific screaming lasted only a few seconds before the sound of burning flesh completely overpowered all other sounds.
Those warriors caught directly in the blast radius were dead. So had been instantly reduced to fine ash, their bodies completely consud by temperatures that exceeded cremation furnaces. Others had beco grotesque pools of lted flesh and bone, barely recognizable as having once been Savi.
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