Blood Elf Monarch - Chapter 383: Back To Life

On the other side of the battle,  Callan managed to land on the back of Guardian-Zilant and plunged his sword firmly into the nape of the monster’s neck from above.

KIEEEEK!

The monster screamed, emitting a deafening sound from the pain.

Queen Leena threw a dozen projectiles into the monster’s open mouth and—

BANG! BOOM!

It didn’t stop there, Hanz had stabbed three blades of his sword at once into the monster’s chest, right where its heart was beating weakly.

BANG!

Guardian-Zilant fell from the air with a sharp dive. His neck that had been blown up from the inside seemed to have a hole now.

Seeing his two guardians defeated, the god-serpent looked furious. It wagged its tail until it hit a high elf elder who was flying too close.

BANG!

“Conall!!” King Castian shouted. Meanwhile, Osgiliath quickly caught the high elve elder’s body before falling onto the stone ruins below him.

At the same time, the high elves gathered to give a healing spell to Conall, who was injured by the terrible impact of the God-Serpent’s tail.

King Ivaasar was still trying to defeat the monster with various forms of attack-type magic. His [Divine Earthbind] could only hold Jormungand’s body for thirty seconds before the monster increased in size to break the restraints of the [Divine Earthbind].

HISSS!

The god-serpent suddenly moved in a circle and stopped emitting poisonous smoke from inside its body. This time its long body seemed to be flattened, and it was already coiled like a millipede.

While still trying hard to attack the monster that had just changed its posture, King Ivaasar’s [Rain of Thorns] attacks bounced in the opposite direction. It had indeed hit the God-serpent’s coiled body, but it proved his attacks unsuccessful.

“What did it do?” asked King Castian in astonishment. The attack he intensified was reflected by Jormungand’s body that easily.

“I don’t know, it’s never been like this before.” said king Ivaasar, also confused.

“Hurry up and help me heal Conall!”

Right now, Jormungand was setting up an impossible to attack defensive position.

King Ivaasar decided to approach the high elves to help provide healing spells to speed up the healing of the injured elve.

However, something went wrong.

Tristan felt a bad feeling seeing Jormungand’s strange behaviour from a distance.

After positioning its body tightly in a perfect circle, Jormungand lifted its head slightly into the air and its two yellow eyes flashed with light at the same time. It made Tristan and the others feel a strange sensation that affected their feelings.

It was as if the monster’s two eyes had just hypnotized them. However, what happened was…

ROAAARRRR!

The gigantic airwaves sent the pillar debris flying, drifting away from the source of the terrifying sound. The trees near the place were even pushed almost uprooted.

Tristan and the magus level elves who were startled by Jormungand’s roar reflexively closed the two of their ears while restraining themselves from being swept away in the powerful airwaves.

And when the pair of yellow eyes returned to normal, Jormungand closed its mouth and hissed again

HISSS!

Suddenly Guardian-Zilant and Guardian-Naja who had been defeated by the elves slowly began to move again. Their half-destroyed bodies had recovered. Even the attacks that had created gaping holes in the two monsters’ bodies had disappeared.

The two of them let out a roar at the same time.

ROAAARRR!

“What the hell.”

Tristan and the others looked pale. How could the two defeated monsters come back to life just like that?

It’s not only that.

Tristan could feel the dozens of mystical powers he knew as demonic wyrms as if they were coming towards the place from all directions. He estimated the number using his enhanced senses.

“40…no…50.”

Everyone looked at King Ivaasar questioningly. However, the king was also as pale as the others.

“I don’t know anything about this one,” he said honestly with a weak voice, the memory of his first fight with Jormungand all these years, he never went this far before.

King Vizier realized that, and he took command of the battle swiftly.

“More to come! Attack! Improvise!”

The two guardian raid teams again attacked the monster that had just risen from the dead.

They could sense the approaching demonic wyrm.

“Avoid the swamp water!” shouted King Ivaasar, having managed to control himself.

Fighting just two guardian monsters was already very hard, let alone having to defeat the upcoming 50 demonic wyrms.

The elves were cornered again.

Was there still hope for the elves to win and complete this expedition?

Tristan swung his sword again while creating several new blood spears to kill Guardian-Naja once again.

“More blood to harvest.” he was talking to himself. The arrival of the demonic wyrm made Tristan feel an advantage. But, was he able to defeat those 50 demonic wyrms with his current strength?

BANG!

The pillar in front of Tristan was instantly shattered as King Vizier struck it with a terrifying metallic fist. The pillar collapsed into the marsh water, thereby reducing the volume of water in that place.

His move was deliberately blocking the way for the monsters to come.

“It’s going to give us some time,” he said confidently.

The dark elf elder was already standing on a pillar of ruins and was preparing high-level fire magic to attack the head of the Guardian-Naja before him.

Callan’s team had returned to flying through the air chasing the Guardian-Zilant, who had flapped his wings again.

WOOSH!

“Catch him, Leena,” Callan shouted, giving the command.

Queen Leena let out plant vines from empty air to entangle the flying monster’s two legs, disrupting the monster’s balance and causing the monster to sway to the side.

Callan and Hanz were ready to draw their swords.

Meanwhile, the god-serpent Jormungand had moved back.

However, its movement speed seemed to increase drastically after that mysterious roar.

And before those who were fighting on the front line realized it, Jormungand’s huge head pecked very quickly at the elves flying at the front, challenging them.

SNAP!!

The three-pointed fangs in the monster’s mouth managed to pierce the body of the most important person of the high elve army, their king.

“No! King Castian!”