Chapter 605 Battle revtion
In the tumultuous aftermath of the Primordial beast''s entrance, Lenny, battered and bruised, attempted to regain his footing. The watery onught unleashed by the beast flooded the Arena, its liquid tendrils reaching out with a life of their own, converging on Lenny with the intent to pull him under.
As the water surged, a dual threat emerged— the dragon, Mr. Augustus, and the relentless waves, both converging on the beleaguered thief who was lenny.
In a decisive move, the dragon, fueled by its desire to reim the stolen gem nestled within Lenny''s form, lunged forward with a powerful smash, forcing the water in its immediate vicinity to evaporate into mist.
Beneath the dissipating mist, Lenny, struggling against the encroaching elements, attempted to rise and escape the impending onught.
However, fate had other ns. In a swift motion, the dragon''s colossal wing swept through the air, severing both of Lenny''s legs with a merciless precision that left him screaming in agonizing pain.
"Ahhh!" Lenny''s cry echoed through the Arena, a stark reminder of his vulnerability in the face of these formidable adversaries.
The dragon, triumphant in its capture, taunted, "Got you, Vermin!" The Arena, now a battleground of cosmic proportions, seemed to close in on Lenny as hey helpless on the ground.
Just as the dragon prepared to strike the final blow, an unexpected savior emerged.
Governor Momoa, the formidable Great Demon, intervened with a ferocious counterattack. A st of cosmic energy, interwoven with darkline magic, erupted from Governor Momoa''s formidable form, creating a dazzling disy of power.
Of course, this was not because he intended to save Lenny but because he did not want the Dragon to get the Invitation stone for himself.
The dragon roared in frustration as the darkline magic disrupted its calcted assault.
The sudden intervention provided Lenny with a momentary reprieve, a fleeting chance toprehend the unexpected ally that had stepped into the fray.
The uselessness that had gripped Lenny in the dragon''s clutches began to dissipate. With a mix of awe and annoyance at his helplessness, he watched as Governor Momoa''s formidable powers shed with the dragon''s might. It was a spectacle of otherworldly proportions, where the elemental forces collided in a dazzling symphony, resonating with the unyielding spirit of those entangled in this fantastical narrative.
Governor Momoa was really not an adversity to be messed with. He waved his big Bat like wings that moved like swords with a life of their own and they caused the dragon to finally shed blood as the wings cut through its body with incredible precision.
Blood like a small river poured unto the ground, some of which was on Lenny.
"AHHH!!!" Lenny screamed again, the Blood of a Great Demon ranked being was no funny matter. That from the Primordial beast had more healing qualities but from the Dragon was like acid on the skin.
Lenny had grown in power, and he was only a step from bing a a Peak power house in the Deep Demon rank stage, but in a battle where peak great demon existences shed, he was like a boat at sea, at the mercy of the raging storm.
All the power he tried to gather kept on dissipating at merely just the shockwaves produced by the sh of the Great Demon existences.
Lenny had not felt this miserable and helpless since he forth for his life against the Chimera queen back in the Arena.
This was true power, the peak of existence in this world. By now, The Arena was no more. If Glenn had not taken the people away, they would have all died.
The Arena would have been filled with limbs and human organs scattered everywhere.
Fortunately, she had done as Lenny requested.
At the moment, lenny bleed from his armless shoulder, and also from his legs as the Satan system tried its best to heal him. However, healing was slow as a result of the strong darkline magic mixed with cosmic energy of a higher value in his wounds.
The pain was intense, but Lenny had been in very tight situations in his life time. He Struggled to back away as he continually fired Fireballs with one hand, further depleting his magic reserves. As things were, he was already more than half way through it.
<Magic 2000/7000>
<HP 6000/12000>
His Hp was also half full.
In the midst of the chaotic confrontation, the Primordial beast, wielding its menacing tendrils and tentacles,unched a ferocious attack. However, the trajectory of its assault took an unexpected turn as it collided with the body of the dragon, Mr. Augustus. In that moment of impact, the dragon''s red eyes glowed with an unearthly radiance, a revtion dawning upon the colossal creature.
With a tone of realization, the dragon addressed the Primordial beast, "It seems like you are sick... Hahaaha!!! I can sense it. Your core is gone!" The revtion echoed through the Arena, casting a momentary stillness upon the battlefield. The absence of a core, a vital source of power for the Primordial beast, became apparent, altering the dynamics of the ongoing sh.
In response to this newfound vulnerability, Governor Momoa, the formidable Great Demon, seized the opportunity. Swiftly changing the target of his attack, he redirected his cosmic-infused onught towards the now-weakened Primordial beast. The absence of its core rendered the once-mighty creature susceptible to the onught, transforming it into easy prey for the cosmic forces unleashed by Governor Momoa.
The revtion of the Primordial beast''s ailment added ayer ofplexity to the already intense conflict. The dragon''s keen perception and the subsequent shift in focus by Governor Momoa demonstrated the ever-changing nature of the battlefield.
This revtion served as a pivotal moment in the ongoing battle. Now, it was two Great Demon Level Existences against one.
The shockwaves of their attacks practically destroyed the entire City and spread far for hundreds of kilometers into the wastnd.
At the same time, somewhere not so far away within the depths of the earth, the undeadmander, Duncan and wed now an undead waited for their opportunity to strike...