Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

993  Chapter 993- Hidden Quest

From the dark murky green energy, abominable creatures began to form, their twisted shapes defying logic.

Within moments, tens of thousands of these monstrosities emerged, each one radiating an aura of destruction.

"[Let's see how long you can survive this!]"

The spectre laughed maniacally as the abominations charged forward. The abominations came in grotesque, nightmarish forms, each unique and terrifying.

 Some had jagged, saw-like arms and legs that churned and screeched as they moved, Others had pudgy, slime-like bodies that absorbed the energy around them and launched it as corrosive projectiles.

There were spiked beasts with barbed heads, charging forward with reckless abandon, towering creatures with multiple heads, each emitting a piercing wail that disoriented those who heard it. Their sheer numbers and forms were mind boggling.

"So it plans to stop us from destroying the core, huh"

Rumble… Rumble… Facing their march head on, Vincent muttered, his silver blade already slicing through the nearest abominations with ease.

Itherion raised his golden shield, its light repelling the incoming wave "Then we don't have time to waste. Let's end this quickly."

The two warriors stepped forward, their movements steady and fluid, like a streaming river.

With a flick of his wrist, Vincent's sword shone, unleashing a torrent of slashes so fast they left afterimages. Each strike severed multiple abominations in an instant, their bodies disintegrating into the same green mist from which they formed.

"[True Sword Intent]," Vincent whispered, his figure vanishing momentarily only to reappear in the midst of a larger group of abominations. A single horizontal slash later, the creatures around him collapsed into piles of green mush.

Beside him, Itehrion summoned a golden book. Bright golden light expanded outward like a pulsating wave. The light incinerated any abomination that came into contact with it, leaving no trace of their existence.

He followed that up with a powerful downward slash of his blade, [Golden Arc Blade], creating a crescent-shaped wave of light that swept through an entire line of abominations. The force was so immense that it left a gouge in the space itself.

As the creation of that spectral creature, the abominations were meant to be powerful no doubt; however, when against the two heroes of humanity, they looked nothing more than cannon fodders.

Vincent and Itherion moved like phantoms, their blade cutting through hordes of enemies with precision and elegance. Each of their strikes seemed to defy common sense, bending even space to strike targets that should have been unreachable.

They were such a force of nature so overwhelming that even the abominations began to falter.

The spectre, observing its minions crumble like leaves before a storm, let out a guttural growl of frustration.

"This… how can this be?! How can they defeat my Wailing Brood Offerings so easily?"

The spectre's form flickered erratically showing its panic. For a moment, it seemed to doubt its decision when its gaze shifted behind the two human warriros, protected under the dwindling glow of the golden shield further in the backlines, the figure of Rothgard and Simon came into its view.

Immediately a sinister grin appeared on its face.

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Facing the enemy, Itherion's sharp instincts caught the shift in the battlefield immediately. The abominations, previously throwing themselves recklessly at him and Vincent suddenly changed their behaviour.

Instead of attacking haphazardly, they began to form a wall, blocking all their paths. His expression darkened.

"This is bad. The abominations targeting Rothgard and that demona are all above level 700. Those two can't possibly hold out against this. I'll hold them here. You fall back and protect them. Vincent—" …

 "On it." Vincent spun, his blade already shimmering with power.

"Where do you think you're going?" Suddenly the spectre appeared above them, its voice cackling "You think I'll just let you escape? You will stay and fight my Wailing Brood, champions. Let's see how long you can last against an endless tide!"

With a wave of its hand, the ground quaked as abominations poured in from every direction.

Further back, Under the protection of the shield, Simon's instincts flared. His heterochromatic eyes darted towards the centre of the conflict where the dark murky green energy seemed to pulse unnaturally. The pressure was growing heavier, more oppressive.

"Something's wrong," Simon muttered. For some reason, he had this bad premonition.

His eyes which never left the battle, suddenly saw the spectre's eyes focus on them. At that moment, he felt his heart being gripped.

The spectre in the distance raised its distorted hand, and suddenly, the abominations around it shifted their focus. A significant number of them broke away from the frontlines and surged forward.

 "They're coming straight for us!"..

"Dammit" Rothgard cursed.

The enemy was much more shrewd than he thought. Since Vincent and Itherion proved much more powerful than he bargained for, it turned its eyes towards the weakest link of the group. That is the two of them.

Vincent and Itherion were being drowned by the waves of enemies making them unable to break themselves off to aid them. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

This was bad, the enemies were far more powerful for the two of them to fend off alone, plus the shield itself wouldn't be able to last long under the constant attacks of the abomination.

What should he do? Rothgard fell into contemplation. During this time, the abominations had already crossed the distance.

Just when they were about to bang on their shield, from the corner of his eyes, Rothgard saw Simon moving his hands. Immediately, peculiar warriors with greyish appearance and runes marked all over their bodies, appeared around the shield and stopped the march of the abomination.

That was not all, to his surprise the two grey warriors were powerful enough to contend with the abomination and even push them back.

What was going on? Rothgard blinked his eyes unable to believe what he saw. With the abominations now targeting them, he thought that it was all over only to be proved wrong the next second.