NABC Chapter 1151: Chapter 1150: All Out Attack (7)
Chapter 1151: Chapter 1150: All Out Attack (7)
Chapter 1151: Chapter 1150: All Out Attack (7)
Letting out a roar as she pushed through the mana, Saif swung her cleaver as hard as she could even though her movements were reminiscent of those that would have been made in syrup; as such, when the Fiend felt that she was getting a little too close for comfort, she simply stepped back and stared at the straining woman and tilted her head.
She was still moving rather quickly for someone pushing against the potent mana of a Fiend, and that only made the blue skinned woman tilt her head the other way as she said "Incredible... such strength... I guarantee the genetics you have would only be stronger if passed down. Now I just need to capture you..."
Those four eyes shone with fascination as the Fiend leaned closer to Saif, though when both Zahrah and I struggled through the mana field to approach her she took another few steps back and nodded again, this time with a tad more caution and urgency as she surveyed the scene around herself.
"Honestly... if I could get the three of you I would be beyond blessed... to the point that I would even want to resume the mortal-Fiend cross breeding I had once been so fascinated with!"
Despite the three of us getting closer to her with a myriad of blades and spells ready to tear her to pieces, the Fiend didn't seem that bothered by it as she just walked to the side, avoiding us and forcing us to halt our momentum forwards before gathering more in a different direction.
"I haven't considered that idea since none of those imbeciles down there were of worthy stock, but the three of you... physically you are more than capable, and genetically you are rather ideal... though some tweaks will need to be made anyways, since all things are imperfect after all."
Humming to herself, the Fiend sidestepped a clumsy stab from me before ducking beneath swing from Saif, continuing to shroud us in a thick, permeable membrane of mana that hindered every single movement we wanted to make.
Even as our own mana chewed away at it, hers just replenished itself and pulled from the natural mana around us to keep us trapped, though the longer this went on the more I noticed that she was struggling to keep up; her eyes were no longer as bright, and her jaw clenched as she fought to maintain this domain around us.
Compared to the hectic and explosive fighting going on down below between the two Fiends and our comrades, this slow dance up on the wall was rather calm even as we tried to kill one another, and the difference in magic being slung around was even more apparent as each of us shone like a torch in the night.
I didn't wring my Core out entirely, but I did expend a large amount of my mana alongside the Lust Mana inside of my crest as I pushed myself towards the Fiend, and that made her purse her lips as she focused on me instead.
I remained above them as I looked back towards the battlefield, watching that towering Fiend swing its axes down towards the fortress only to have them blocked by giant Torii Gates appearing out of the ground, while a few blurry figures zipped out and slammed into its chest.
One of them flew past the towering Fiend and blitzed towards the monstrous one, engaging it in combat away from the fortress and putting themselves at risk; since I had a good view of the fight from up here, I sheathed my short sword and raised my hands, channeling my remaining mana as I began to cast a spell.
The runes needed to come first, but as it reached completion I began to weave together the two different schools of magic as I muttered "[Descending Blizzard, Host of Blades]...", the combined spells that formed the large Ritual Circle working together well as I layered everything I needed into a single attack.
Making use of the winds that already existed, I gave them a bit of a boost and harnessed the chill lingering within them as I sent the Ritual Circle forwards, creating a large area of swirling gales that only grew sharper and colder as the spell took affect.
Those sharp winds 'solidified' into blades that swam around the storm, and snow began to drift down to the sands below as I turned this portion of the desert into a tundra instead, using the already cold temperatures to further enhance everything.
It took a lot out of me, but now that it was cast I could begin to control those blades from afar, and each one responded to me since they were now infused with my mana entirely; I sent them crashing down into the waves of cultists, tearing through them and chopping them into pieces, while even more sliced at the monstrous Fiend as I battered it attack after attack. Targeting its limbs and ensuring it couldn't get an attack off properly, I aided whoever was down there and made their job easier as the chill began to settle in, bringing that frost of mine into existence and further hindering the Fiend.
Then the bodies began to drop as more cultists died, and even though some of them tried to claw back up in undeath thanks to the pot bellied, balding, greasy man waddling around in the back, they were torn apart and frozen before they could get their footing.
The difference in these Fiends only became more apparent as the towering Fiend was sent
tumbling back as a golden meteor slammed into its chest, the monstrous one was battered to the ground before its head was crushed and its body turned into slabs of meat, and finally the fat man stumbled and crashed to the ground as he tried to defend himself from the blades of
wind.
All the while that Tza Fiend was nowhere to be seen, and completely unscathed...