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The villain's side of the novel-Chapter 193 The Desperate Battle
As the energy wave tore through the battlefield, ripping apart everything in its path, the group swiftly regrouped around Norman and Adam, heeding Fray's command to form a defensive formation. Their movements were swift and coordinated, driven by a shared purpose and unwavering determination.
"Use the formation!" Fray shouted, his voice carrying with it a sense of urgency and authority. Elisa, Montaser, Adam, and Norman responded in unison, their voices merging into a single powerful proclamation, "Royina!" The word reverberated through the air, resonating with ancient power and purpose.
In response to their call, the armors adorning the warriors' bodies came alive. The runes etched upon them glowed with an intense radiance, pulsating with energy. Each armor bore a multitude of runes, symbols of ancient wisdom and protection, representing the connection between the warriors and the forces of the universe.
With the energy wave racing toward them, the warriors stood their ground, unwavering in their resolve. Their eyes remained fixed on the approaching tempest, ready to face it head-on. Fray's voice rang out once more, "Now!" In perfect synchrony, their arms rose, palms facing outward, as they tapped into the full might of the runes.
A surge of arcane energy surged through their bodies, flowing from the depths of their beings. The radiant glow of the runes intensified, casting an otherworldly brilliance across the battlefield. The lattice of interwoven runes materialized before them, forming a shield of shimmering energy.
The shield, born from the collective power of the runes, stretched wide and tall, encompassing the warriors within its protective embrace. As the energy wave collided with the shield, a spectacular clash ensued. The brilliance of the collision illuminated the battlefield, casting ethereal patterns of light and force into the air.
"Hold on!" Fray's voice cut through the chaos as he assessed the shield's resilience. Despite the cracks that formed on its surface, the shield held firm against the onslaught.
As the energy wave subsided, the shield stood resolute, its radiant glow undiminished. The warriors, their hands lowered, locked their gazes upon the towering boss, which seethed with anger and frustration. Fray's voice carried a note of urgency, "Let's try to finish it before it recharges!"
"It's coming!" Adam exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the monster's writhing tentacles. They extended and grew larger, snaking through the air with a ferocity that seemed to defy reason. The tentacles thrashed wildly, lashing out at the group with incredible speed and strength. Each appendage was adorned with jagged spikes, sharp and menacing, capable of tearing through solid rock.
"Move!" Fray bellowed, anticipating the imminent danger. He activated the runes on his axe, causing the small weapon to transform into a massive ax, larger than Fray himself. Gripping the colossal weapon with both hands, he swung it with astonishing power, meeting the onslaught of tentacles head-on.
Clash!
The clash between Fray's massive weapon and the tentacles created explosive shockwaves that reverberated through the battlefield. Elisa, her movements precise and fluid, evaded the striking tentacles with remarkable speed. Her radiant sword became a blur of silver as she parried and deflected the onslaught. Each clash of her blade against the tentacles created sparks of energy, illuminating the chaos that surrounded her.
While Norman, fought through a haze of pain and exhaustion. His bow seemed to have a life of its own as he launched a relentless barrage of arrows. His shots were aimed with impeccable accuracy, finding the gaps between the thrashing tentacles and striking true. With each impact, the arrows exploded in bursts of radiant energy, leaving trails of destruction in their wake.
Montaser, summoning his spirit, called forth a tall skeleton knight to aid him in battle. The skeletal warrior wielded a gleaming sword, its blade emanating an otherworldly aura. With the knight at his side, Montaser unleashed his powers to create an invisible barrier, repelling the advances of the tentacles with a force that seemed to defy gravity. The tentacles recoiled under the telekinetic assault, momentarily disrupted and off-balance.
As the group fought valiantly against the onslaught of tentacles, Adam, despite his drained energy, summoned portals and unleashed torrents of water with immense pressure. The force of the water struck the tentacles with incredible impact, causing them to writhe and retreat momentarily.
The battle continued to rage, with the warriors locked in a titanic struggle against the towering boss and its relentless tentacles. The battlefield became a swirling vortex of chaos, with the clash of weapons, explosions of energy, and roars of defiance echoing through the frozen wasteland.
Meanwhile, at the other side of the battlefield, Serafina and the knights found themselves surrounded by waves of pale monsters, closing in from every direction.
(This is bad. We have already lost more than ten knights. We can't hold on for long,) Serafina thought, her expression intense as she surveyed the upcoming wave. Breathing heavily, she turned her gaze toward the towering boss, witnessing the explosive energy and powerful attacks being exchanged. It was clear that the monster was still formidable, and the battle was far from over.
"Now! Unleash the power of the runes!" Serafina's voice carried across the battlefield, cutting through the chaos with unwavering authority. The knights, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded in unison.
In that decisive moment, each knight raised their sword high, their weapons glinting with radiant light. With a united voice, all the knights of Parada and Arezo shouted, "Elyoray!" They channeled their energy into the runes engraved on their blades, activating the dormant power within. The air crackled with energy as the runes came to life, emanating an ethereal glow.
As Serafina's voice rang out once more, a surge of fiery determination coursed through the knights. "Now, unleash it!"
In perfect synchrony, the knights swung their swords forward. With a whooshing sound, streams of blazing flames erupted from the enchanted blades, forming a massive barrier of fire that engulfed the surrounding monsters. The intense heat and searing flames sent the pale creatures into a frenzy, their screeches filling the air.
The flames danced and writhed, consuming the monsters in their path. The enchanted fire burned with a voracious hunger, reducing the pale abominations to charred remains. The knights stood tall within the inferno, their eyes shining with fierce determination and unwavering resolve.
"Now! Forward, reclaim your ground!"
As the front lines of the monsters opened, Serafina and the knights pushed forward, cutting through the remnants of the monstrous horde. The flames of their enchanted swords continued to blaze, illuminating the battlefield with a defiant radiance.
After several hours of relentless battle, Norman's hands trembled, covered in blood, and his body screamed with pain and exhaustion. But he fought on, launching streams of arrows at the huge monster. Beads of sweat mixed with dirt and blood trickled down his furrowed brow, stinging his eyes. His breath came in ragged gasps as
he fought to steady his aim, each arrow released with a trembling hand. Norman had reached his limits, and every movement sent sharp jolts of pain through his limbs.
But he wasn't the only one facing the toll of the battle. Fray's left hand was injured, rendering it unusable, while Elisa was covered in wounds and cuts, her Samurai armor broken and battered. Adam's attacks became slower, his reserves of energy depleted, and Montaser's body suffered from a massive cut across his chest.
It was evident that the group was unable to continue the fight much longer. However, the towering monster, too, showed signs of fatigue and injury. The relentless assault from the group had taken its toll, weakening the creature. But despite its wounds, it still radiated a formidable aura, refusing to surrender.