Brigante Ark - Chapter 182

The pain return again.

Alastor winced and stooped. Images flashing back and forth in his mind, unknown origins for him and then, they became blank, but he felt that the images are familiar. Somewhat, despite the pain, he felt a warm wrapped his heart. And the warm feeling didn’t subsided, instead it helps him desist the pain.

There’s a gasped. Alastor eyes turns white. The mercenary break through.

He felt new, reborn as if he found clarity despite the chaos he felt inside. The transition felt a revelation, but to what? He doesn’t know, but whatever it is, he felt thriving.

Alastor stood. His mind cleared from the pain and the twitch of agony. His eyes studying the environment. He can see a wave of maroon and blue energy all around, even the monsters and animals alike has the same pattern as well. What more intriguing is that his senses sharpened, from distance he could hear the birds chirping, the strife between the monsters, and a cry from a woman?

His eyes turned behind the floating decrepit castle and saw Noora, struggling with all her strength to avoid the venomous saliva of the serpent by blocking it with the roots.

The mercenary breath. Calm and steady. He’s feeling the energy pulsating inside him. Chasing the glimpse of every part of his body.

At one final turn of his mana, he let himself fell.

Everything in his eyes seems to be slower or is it just him becoming faster. Alastor bounded himself to the moment. He kicked against the tree, climbing the vines and roots and to the floating remains of the castle.

Passing by, Dimiscus’s eyes and his temporarily met. Yet, he doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that Alastor had recovered and received new source of strength.

He gave a great lurch as he heard a distinct screech of the ground from the distant. It was the giant serpent, struggling to create a room for it to crawl, but every time it tries to dig, the pillars of light weighs down, making it impossible for it to mobilize.

By seeing the immense mana from the light pillars, he knew that such magic requires a huge amount of mana.

Alastor throw out his arm to reached a higher ground then he landed at the base of the serpent. He withdrew his sword and plunged it on its flesh, and starts to dragged his blade.

A king serpent can regenerate given a moment of time, but this one possessed high regenerative power. Alastor was well aware of that fact. If he were encounter this one in the past, there is no chance he may have beaten it. But as of now, he became something else.

As he dragged his sword, the serpent hissed, crying over the wound opening. His body are moving on its own, injecting the flesh of the serpent through his sword with holy magic. As intended, the regeneration process was revoke to the monster’s end and to no avail it would regenerate like it always does.

The disoriented monster, snarled, and hissed. Then he felt it trembled. Soon after, he knew what it means. Spikes began to sprung out from the skin, but it was different from what would be like. The spikes are made of liquid, solidified. In a closer look, it appeared to be harmless when finally pluck out, but when an insect landed on it, the spike dissolve the small insect into thin smoke. It was then Alastor had picked himself up.

He made a huge leap away from the quick growing spikes. Lucky one. He use the transcendent wall as a board to hop on flipped on the air toward the roots, gliding as he descends.

“I’m sorry. Would you like to try again?” he made it sound like a question, smug and satisfied. “Not so scary that you’re in leash now. Eh?”

The giant responded with a hiss.

Noora shouted, “Al! Be careful! That’s thing is capable spitting acidic subst—”

There’s an expression that describe a moment when you realize that you had done something so wrong, and that’s what he’s in right now. He’s stuck on his position with nowhere else to hang in. In attempt to prevent the unwanted consequences, Noora dove herself in the air, bombarded the saliva of the gigantic serpent with her wind magic. But the serpent remained persistent. It certainly didn’t like the remark Alastor had left to it earlier.

She repelled most of it, but her arms frails, the spell cost her a considerable amount of mana and stamina. Ultimately, the roots raised and fortified their position, blocking the saliva from penetrating over. At least buy themselves some time to formulate a plan.

Alastor hopped over the walls and caught her in his arms.

“The hell you doing here?” he asked. “You oughta get yourself killed.”

“Your welcome.”

Her reply is hollow.

He turned to give a dubious look.

“You got yourself a transition problem, at the same time, a big monster appear. Does it look like I have a choice?”

“Well, you have now. I’ll take the lead. You bombard it with magic from behind.”

He tried to avoid her curious eyes, but it seems she had to say.

“What?”

“Are you planning to let me off?”

He turned away, shyly. And he slowly caressed her down.

For some reason, Alastor couldn’t take off his eyes seeing how she stretch her arms writhing in discomfort.

“You sure you all right?” he queried politely, “Would it be better if you let me handle the rest? We got a big fight coming next to this. Especially you. You have a score to settle with that guy.”

“I’ve seen worse. What’s a mere distraction to delay his impending plight.”

“Don’t be confident.” Was the last thing he offered to say, turning curt. He looked at his sword, sharp but as he cast his eyes at part of the blade, there’s a tinge of small crack, but it’s nothing fatalistic, it should be able to hold out for long enough.

“Here it comes!” Noora warned.

The root began to melt and turned to smoke. To tell the truth, it is more compelling for him if he should just left and end the man behind it, but that would a cowards way out, and he is not a coward.

The two parted. Each of them had their own style of evading. Alastor uses his transcendent walls to evade, leaping over the walls like a board while protecting himself. All the while, Noora was skidding away by leaping from roots to roots. Alastor wasn’t trying getaway, but rather, he’s trying to lure its attention away from Noora.

Alastor conjured flamen, dissolving the liquid substance away.

At some point, his legs tires out and so, he momentarily loses the strength to move, but the attack is not delaying on its track.

Given no choice, Alastor felt himself, the mana surging, extending to his blade. It’s now or never. He doubtlessly slash in the air. A ripple of white light emerges, splattering the acidic compound.

“I can’t believe that it works,” he scoffs, “Noora! Whatever you are doing, you better do it fast. I take it back, I’m afraid whatever’s happening to me, it won’t last much longer!”

The sorceress, kneeling over the tree as she caress a single bud on the log, jocundly responded, “Oh yeah, I’m doing it as fast as I can. You better be ready, because it’s going to be a big one.”

The pillar cracked as the serpent struggled to free itself from captivity.

“Uh-oh. That doesn’t look good. Noora!”

“Yes!”

Noora jeered at her success. She stands on top of the tree. In her palm, the bud’s floating. In her release, it bloom and flew. The bud had turn into a flower. Beautiful and dangerous. It showered the ground with its pollens.

The undead creatures had began to deteriorate, their bones had slowly turn to ash, their weapons dropped and only the armor remains clanging against the ground.

Soon after, the serpent move to and fro, squirming in pain as it started to smoke and melt into nothing.