25 Tormented Cries (2/2)

As they both watched, the centipede continued to move without restraint. The earlier bolts seemingly doing more damage as they actually had a collateral force behind them, while the black bolt moved so quickly it stabbed through the metallic outside like it was forged from cloth.

The centipede lurched itself backward in a launching position. The pressure built up around it as ash kicked into the air.

”What the h.e.l.l, the bolt did f.u.c.k all?” Elias cursed aloud as his head fell to a crooked frown. He was clearly upset and concerned, especially since the main force he was relying on had seemingly done next to nothing. ”Why had Roland acted so confidently if the bolt doesn't work?”

”Elias, look!” Deus shouted out, his finger aimed downward at the midnight centipede as it seemingly paused mid lurch.

Elias followed Deus' attention as his eyes fell upon the point of impact where the black bolt had originally pierced the beast.

Several small black cracks began to form, using the original stab-hole as an epicenter for everything. They quickly grew across the worm as the outer metal slowly cracked apart and collapsed to the desert, creating heavy divots in the sand and ash.

The only difference between this and the first few bolts was that the centipede seemed incapable of regenerating this damage, not only that, but it seemed to be pa.s.sing along the outer layers as more cracks formed all across it.

Like an infection spreading through a diseased patient, the black cracks slowly began to rot and decay the metal, turning most of it into fragments that could no longer stick together. The centipede slammed down into the desert with an awful screech. It spasmed in agony, letting loose a terrible tormented cry.

More metal fell away as an almost entirely crimson vein revealed itself from behind its previously impenetrable armor. The inner layers of the centipede laid bare for all to see as black cracks began to form across its insides.

Each time a plate of metal formed to take shape, it grew cracks and shattered off into the desert. More anguished cries screeched out across the battlefield.

Deus stared in shock and awe as this all-powerful force was reduced to such a state. When he had first arrived within Midnight, he had begun to believe that those midnight centipedes were invincible behemoths of monsters.

To see one decaying right in front of him, though, was a definite eye-opener. He truly felt so incredibly little in comparison. So small, so weak.

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