Chapter 85 - Scouting Party? (1/2)
The head of the Cannon Yelper fell to the ground, another one came to the scene until a giant sword fell onto it, decapitating the wingless ground wyvern.
”New variant of Yelper, its cannon is devastating enough to break through a level three mana barrier.”
A hooded woman floating in the air, equipped with armor of mild protection engraved by orichalcum runes upon a bluish special steel of its plate. Neither light nor heavy, on her back was a circular rack of sword-holders that could hold 4 normal swords at every 45° angle. Her long silver hair was escaping from her hood. Her race was unknown.
Her mana's wavelength was that of a usurper in the Peak Alcazar Establishment stage. It could have terrified many low rank calamities but the Yelper certainly was being controlled by someone.
The swords were at the size of a normal sword but when unsheathed from its holder, it grew into eight times its size. ”There is another one, Gushen, seven o'clock from you.'
On the ground near her was a male ferrowl, barely protected by armor except for an aristocratic fine uniform. In contrast he was holding a unique melee artifact in the form of a 3 meters scythe with a jarringly curved wide blade.
Without any effort, he swung his massive scythe. The shockwave elevated the soil and everything on its path into an ascending wall of destruction that span 50 meters ahead.
He was in an Early Alcazar Establishment stage, but his physical strength was by no means weak.
”Carla, you can just use your sword to strike it from above. My attack deals too much environmental damage and I don't like it.” said the ferrowl with a frown, hanging his hands as he squatted with the scythe's pole laying on his shoulder.
”Waste of mana, we don't even know what is happening to Gaia Citadel. Gotta preserve every drop of energy that I can.” The floating woman smirked.
”It barely uses 1% of your mana depository, you're just lazy.”
”I'll take that as a compliment.”
”Where is Jaro anyway? Don't tell me he's lost?”
”Ah, he is sleeping on our way here, and still sleeping as of now. Might treat him as a reinforcement at this point, ey?”
”Let's give him a lesser share after that Kazdal boy paid us.”
Carla's sword casually be murdering every Yelpers and Shriekers that came in her way, until one of her sword stuck onto a gigantic demonic Calamity.
The Tarrasque Inchling plucked the sword as it hurled the sword back into its owner—with strength.
Carla connected her control to the sword and stopped it instantly on its track. ”A Tarrasque Inchling, this is troublesome.”
”Cast a lesser gravity repellant spell on me.”
”Whatcha gonna do?”
”Warming up.”
Gushen hopped up and down as he stretched his neck left and right. Spinning his scythe, he leaped forward, building up his slashing momentum by rapidly spinning the scythe around his limbs.