Chapter 52
Sebastian and the remaining players were unevenly scattered around the two , their distance about ten meters from the center where the Dragonoid had summoned the twenty-meter two-headed Basilisk serpent. To protect it as it regenerated and healed from its wound, the mana core of this evolved creature was different. Unlike normal monsters, it was slowly adapting and learning , but I was incomplete and was still in the process of fully integrating with the absorbed mana energy from those weaker monsters that followed it out of fear and mind control.
They dragged their wounded bodies as they felt the power of these beings collide; each strike was powerful enough to create a gust of wind each time their fist hit. The dragonoid punches were met by the meatherborn with accuracy and precision, causing the creature to stumble and falter. Despite its incomplete state, the creature showed signs of intelligence and strategy in its movements, but its attack was blocked, deflected, and countered by the Neatherborn with ease. The battle between the two powerful beings was intense, with neither willing to back down in their quest for dominance.
The rapid puck and kicks when thundering and the ground tremble by each blow, the vibration was so strong the remaining buildings that were further away were shaking, the foundation could not keep up with the sheer impact, the players were having a hard time standing and stabilizing their movements as the ground moved, and the ground broke apart from the force.
The battle was not even moving; the two stood their ground and bombarded each other with attacks that created a swirling force that was pushing everything that was not bolted to the ground. The intensity of the battle was causing destruction all around, with debris flying through the air and structures collapsing. Despite the chaos, neither player showed any signs of backing down, their determination fueling the relentless exchange of blows.
But the players saw the Dragonoid was moving, and the ground it was standing on was beginning to crack, and it was getting hit heavily on every part of its body, a sign that its strength was waning. A combination of uppercuts and a left hook in the jaw made it clear that the Dragonoid was struggling to keep up with the relentless attacks. As the battle continued, the dronoids' ability to regenerate was not enough to keep up with the damage being inflicted by Dane, aka the Netherborn. The Dragonoid's movements became slower and more labored, indicating that it was nearing defeat.
Until I cast an attack spell, as it stech its neck and took a deep breath and blasted it enemy at point blank , the blast was so powerful that it knocked the the remaining playet who were now further away from the actual battle zone, the fire melted the ground and turned to magma smoke rose up while the Dragonoidjump backwards to ensure its safety , but as soon it landed five meeters bask from were it stood ,somebody grab its back head and smash it down to the ground and drag the dragonoid face and body like it was a rag doll, the force carve the granite floor and the Neather born ran in full force and just smash the monster into the ground continuously until parts of its body were torrn off.
It was so fast, brutal, and violent the players felt a mix of fear and adrenaline as they watched the intense battle unfold. The dragonoid's roars echoed through the ruined city, adding to the chaos of the scene. It was like watching a lion brutally attacking a helpless deer. The Netherborn action was so violent the dragonoid looked weak and utterly pathetic at his mercy. The players could only stand in awe at the sheer power and ferocity displayed by the Netherborn, feeling a sense of both horror and fascination at the spectacle before them.
It never stops. Even when the dragonoid smashes toward another broken structure, it will get viciously attacked again. It wasn't even using any magical attack spell; it was just using its bare hands to inflict such devastation. The players realized they were witnessing a true display of primal strength and brutality by the Neatherborn's relentless assault.
The creature that killed most of their guild members was being toyed with and tossed like a ragdoll, its body mangled beyond recognition. The Heatherborn would pick up the ten-foot-tall monster by the neck as it dragged its torn body. Those who saw the monster's condition held their vomit as the creature was cut in half, blood gushing out from its body. It was still alive as the Neatherborn smashed its remaining body on the ground again. Multiple long, snake-like tendrils came out of the Neatherborn's clothing and extended outward; it was looking for something.
Soon the Dragnoid was slowly trying to regenerate its remaining half-body. The titanium sphere it once used, it was using all its remaining mana to rebuild its body, while the Netherborn just stood and waited. After a few seconds , the snake tendril just attacked the Dragnoid's chest with the titanium spheres it found. The pain was too much to watch.
All those that were seeing this brutality were scared out of their minds; the nobles and people seeing this were horrified by the violence unfolding before them. The Netherborn's relentless attack on the Dragnoid left a trail of destruction in its wake, causing chaos and panic among the spectators. Now the tables have turned. The fear created by the evolved drake was no longer present as the Netherborn's vicious assault continued unabated. The once mighty Dragnoid now seemed helpless against its relentless foe, and the outcome of the battle appeared increasingly grim.
As more titanium spheres pierced the monster's so-called impenetrable scale, the crowd's gasps of disbelief grew louder, their hope dwindling with each passing moment. The Netherborn's ferocity was unmatched, leaving no doubt that victory was within its grasp.
Until is spoke, those who heard its deep voice made everybody feel death had taken hold of their soul; the fear was so strong many lost consciousness and fell to the ground like lifeless dolls. The Netherborn's words echoed through the battlefield and to all those who were watching from afar. striking fear into the hearts of all who heard them. The once confident crowd now lay in a state of terror, unsure of what would come next.
"I am the Netherborn, born from the womb of darkness. Those who stand in my way shall face my violence, and those who lay a hand on those who serve my will shall meet the same fate."
The Netherborn's voice boomed with authority, sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to oppose him. The air was thick with tension as his dark presence loomed over the battlefield, casting a shadow of fear over all.
"This foolish thing will be a fair warning and a gift to those I have been watching from afar."
"Behold, sons and daughters of the Lazarus clan," he proclaimed, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "The power of the Netherborn shall not be underestimated, for I am the harbinger of destruction and the protector of the chosen few."
Then the neatherborn extended his hands and cast an attack spell with two element attributes: lightning and fire. The power that came out made their fear even worse as rapid, constant attack spells blasted and hit the dragonoid at a rapid pace, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet. The neatherborn's eyes blazed with an otherworldly light as he continued to unleash his devastating magic upon the fallen monster. It was so powerful and focused, but what scared everybody was the way the spell manifested; it was so raw and nonstop. The attack lasted for one minute, but the netherborn's mana didn't even slow down or decrease. That one minute obliterated the area and disintegrated the dragonoid's body.
Mira Suvari spoke, " it was dual casting, but its only a level one attack spell."