Thalion followed the flaming warrior with mistform, landing a few ters behind him. On the main ship, battles raged everywhere, which was why he hadn’t activated his armor—he didn’t want to harm his own people after all.
Now, he stood in front of two of the elite fighters. Monts later, he received a ssage from Kaldrek, stating that he needed help fighting two of the leaders. Thalion would need to finish this fast, but that wouldn't be easy as he looked at the two elite fighters in front of him. One of the opponents was a woman, so sort of fire mage, dressed in a black robe adorned with red runes and holding a staff crowned with a red ruby. The other was the guy he followed with the Viking helm.
“Watch out, this guy is dangerous,” the flaming warrior warned the woman, stepping in front of her.
That wouldn’t save them—Thalion was on the clock. He couldn’t afford to lose Kaldrek and needed to end this fight quickly. More importantly, he liked Kaldrek, and it was definitely ti to let loose and rip those people into pieces. Before the woman could respond, Thalion appeared in front of the flaming warrior, gripping the Blade of the Blooded Templar in both hands. He unleashed a powerful mana slash aid at bisecting the fla warrior while simultaneously sending the strike toward the woman.
The flaming warrior’s eyes widened as he saw the speed and power of the attack. He transford into flas and shot upward. The woman, reacting instantly, propelled herself sideways by firing flas from her hands. She retaliated with a dense beam of fire aid directly at Thalion, while the fla warrior dove down, trying to smash him into the ground.
Thalion countered by firing a bloodthorn over the fire beam, aiming for the woman’s face, and dodged the beam by dashing aside. The woman was forced to halt her fiery assault to avoid the bloodthorn, which narrowly missed her. anwhile, the fla warrior crashed into the spot where Thalion had stood just a second earlier.
Unrelenting, the fla warrior charged again, but Thalion summoned a mana barrier in front of him. The fla warrior slamd into it face-first and stumbled back. Before he could recover, a rune-inscribed black sword descended upon him, piercing his forehead and brain.
“No, you bastard!” the woman scread, her voice laced with pain and fury, as her aura flared with raw power.
The ruby atop her staff burned with such intensity that it appeared almost molten. A mont later, she unleashed a massive fla spear at Thalion. Even with his reflexes, dodging it completely was impossible. Gambling on mistform seed too risky—what if part of his mist form was consud by the flas? He spun to the side, raising his sword to deflect the spear. The blade absorbed so of the spear’s energy, filling Thalion with a surge of power. Thalion narrowly managed to avoid most of the skills force by deflecting the attack and partly through his sword absorbing so of it. The rest was tanked by his armor, which had no trouble, and even when it grew a bit hot in there, it was far better than the alternative.
The woman prepared to launch another attack, but Thalion kept her occupied by firing bloodthorns at her. Tears stread down her face as she struggled to maintain her defense. The thorns proved too fast for her to evade entirely, and her fla shields failed to fully block one of them. The thorn penetrated halfway through her thigh bone, accompanied by a loud, painful screech from the woman.
Without hesitation, Thalion seized control of the embedded thorn, commanding it to grow and drain her energy. Her eyes widened in horror, and she must have paid the fifty thousand credits to teleport to the next stage, as her body vanished monts later.
Thalion fired a few more bloodthorns at nearby enemies in black armor adorned with red runes, providing so relief to his allies before leaving. Transforming into an eagle, he flew back to his ship. The sight awaiting him was grim.
Kaldrek was struggling to hold his own against two formidable opponents. Both were far superior in attributes and equipnt. Only Kaldrek’s skill kept him alive during the first few clashes, but it was clear he wouldn’t last much longer.
The man with the staff, a highly skilled and precise fighter, pressed Kaldrek relentlessly, looking for an opening. Kaldrek knew better than to block any of his opponent’s swings directly; the sheer force behind them would disrupt his balance. With his fire-related skills rendered useless, he relied solely on his lightning-based abilities.
Kaldrek attempted to maneuver around his attacker to create an opening, but the staff-wielder was too skilled to fall for such tactics. anwhile, Edrion faced the warrior wielding a broadsword but was quickly overwheld. Only after a few clashes did an upward swing cleave Edrion in half, his body falling lifelessly to the ground.
Kaldrek had hoped to assist with his speed, but his enemy proved too strong. Even a mont’s carelessness could spell his doom. Most of the other warriors were already occupied, leaving Kaldrek to deal with both opponents alone.
The broadsword wielder began charging so sort of fiery skill, his blade burning with intense flas. The staff-wielder capitalized on the distraction, ramming his staff into Kaldrek’s shoulder. The blow shattered the bone, and a follow-up kick sent him sprawling to the ground. Pain overwheld him, and he dropped his weapon.
As the broadsword wielder unleashed a slash of pure fire aid at him, Kaldrek thought with sorrow filling his heart, “This is the end. I’ve failed. I’ll never see my family again.” He attempted to roll away, but a lightning beam struck the fiery attack from the side, triggering an explosion that sent him flying several ters back.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a man in black armor engaging two fighters alone. In his right hand was a sword engraved with crimson-red runes that humd with incredible power. Before the two fighters could react, the man blurred into motion, attacking with astounding speed.
The skilled fighter with the staff was caught off guard, allowing Thalion to exploit an opening. He dodged a swing, and after a brief exchange, delivered a clean upward slash that severed one of the man’s hands. The other opponent attempted to ram Thalion with his shoulder after missing his swing, but before he could connect, Thalion transford into the umbral predator. Pure darkness surrounded him as the strong warrior ramd into him, which didn't even move him one bit.
The surprised warrior scread in panic as he saw Thalion's open maw closing in on him and unleashed a massive firewave from his body. Flas also erupted from one of his hands, propelling him away from Thalion. Thalion endured the firewave, shielding his head with his claws. The mist-like darkness enveloping his body snuffed out the flas like a candle in the wind. Any minor damage he sustained healed instantly as he launched himself at the warriors.
Fear flashed in the eyes of the stronger opponent. A mont later, both fighters disappeared, teleporting to the next stage.
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With the imdiate threat gone, it was ti for cleanup. Thalion moved quickly, cutting down the remaining fighters. Seeing their leaders flee, many of the enemy combatants panicked. Those with enough credits followed suit and teleported away monts later. It didn’t take long to dispatch the remaining enemies. So attempted to escape by leaping off the ship, seeking refuge in the forest below.
Although many enemies escaped, their fleet of five airships remained. The skyships were badly damaged, but each one had repair features that would restore them with ti. The cost of victory was steep—they had lost over forty fighters. Still, those who survived would grow stronger from the experience. That was not the only bonus, as many snatched the equipnt of their fallen foes. The credits gained were also good. The mood was not high due to the many dead, and at the mont the anger at the attacker was stronger than any other feelings.
As for rcy? After such a bloody battle, no one was in the mood to offer it to the attackers, and many groups kept chasing the escapees through the jungle.
Kaldrek was back on his feet, though visibly battered. Healers were sent around to treat the wounded, and the crew took full control of the remaining skyships. After so discussion, most of the fighters left, including Thalion. There was no real reason to stay any longer, as all of the enemies had fled to the higher stage or into the jungle. Over half of the survivors stayed behind to guard the powerful skyships until they were fully repaired.
Thalion was relieved. They had won. But the constant pursuit by enemies was wearing on him. He intended to use this downti productively—to birth a darkness elental, enhance eagly, upgrade his armor and sword, and expand his underground base with additional rooms. One of these rooms would house natural water treasures for the tidecaller serpent. So much needed to be done before they advanced to the next stage, especially since the war against the undead lood on the horizon, he thought while flying back to his base. There was no ti to waste. It would only get harder in the future, and he wanted to be prepared.
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