Chapter 26 - End Of The Showdown (2/2)

Since a battle with the snake clan was now unavoidable, they would rather take the initiative rather than passively await their death.

Versailles swept her golden tail at the attacking gorgons, not giving them the chance to draw near her with their poisonous snake hair.

The two leaped over the sweeping tail, landing on her left and right. Swinging their heads, their snake hairs aggressively hissed as they lunged forward, their forked tongues spouting venom as they attempted to bite the serpentine.

Although the two were both snakes, the venom of a gorgon was more deadly than a serpentine's.

If it was not because of their sacred race linage, giving them a boost in wielding the five elements in limited quantities, then they definitely would not have been a match for the gorgons who controlled poison like controlling their breathing.

Shrinking her size, Versailles dodged the attack without much effort, then twisting in a spiral, she flung the two gorgons to either side of the hall.

The two crashed roughly onto the crimson cement, blood spouting from their mouths and nose. On feeling the vibration of approaching footsteps on the ground, they painfully turned over, struggling to sit up and crawl away to distance themselves from the nightmarish serpentine.

Shadows of creatures silhouettes blurred past his vision as Ian flashed in and out of the encirclement of the giants and ogres. His lean vampire body froze as a heavy hammer came sweeping down towards him, interrupting his dance with the invincible winds.

He did not hold back as he changed his forward dash into a vertical flash, appearing right beside the giant that was still in the motion of banging his hammer onto his afterimage.

Opening his mouth, his fangs elongated and he viciously bit onto the neck of the giant, wrenching his neck off his body in the process. Fountains of blood sprouted out, covering his figure in crimson red.

”One down, few more to go.” He thought in dark pleasure as he went after another prey.

”Get back here!” Tium held the leg of the fleeing minotaur with two of his arms, using the other two to pull his head ruthlessly backward.

Screams and cries of pain resounded throughout the arena as the minotaur's head was squashed brutally into his back ram, in the end looking more like a headless horse than a minotaur.

Watching the siren singing in her hypnotizing voice, Mark lost his cool as he spread out his arms, closed his eyes, sucked the creature whole into the gaping dark hole of his mouth.

By the time he opened his eyes in contentment, the whole arena stage was eerily silent, the iirifey and sirens looking at the devouring monster in shock and horror.

Roar!

The dark eagle roared at the two peguman and uniman that surrounded him, intending on teaming up to get rid of him.

The eagle looked at the two mockingly as he swung his wings, showering a rain of steel feathers onto the three parties.

Horrific shrieks filled the ears of the spectators as they watched the three beasts plunge into the cement, blood endlessly flowing out of the many gaping wounds on their bodies as they repeatedly spasmed.

And just as the selkie was swinging his tail in a magic spell casting, claws swept onto his waist, bisecting his body into two halves.

With the glaring crimson ground as testimonial, the Battle of might concluded in a clean sweep.