Chapter 306 - Ash Grey World: Unholy Elves Necropolis! (2/2)
”Come here,” Elliot pulled the wyvern who attacked him with its tail towards him, and the moment it got closed to him, he punched its hideous face. Its face exploded, and the rest of its body turned to dust.
It was at this moment that Elliot realized that their life orb was in their head region!
The undead wyverns felt angry. None of them made a move through. They were all checking him out and determining how dangerous was he.
”I've never massacred a den of undead wyverns, but today I will.” Elliot's eyes narrowed provocatively, and he gave them all a middle finger.
Just as he had expected, they responded viciously to his insult. Some spat a ferocious black fireball straight at Elliot's face. While the rest pointed their horns at him, and a lightning bolt charged towards him. Just as it looked like Elliot would get himself scorched to death and blasted to smithereens, an intense pressure enveloped everything in this area. The fireballs and the lightning bolts shattered into nine pieces and dispersed.
[You've used Energy Radiation (Intermediate-level)]
[-10000 units of spiritual energy]
[I advise the champion to use his energies sparsely in this world as it lacks spiritual energy, mana, and magic power!]
Elliot immediately stopped using energy radiation.
Meanwhile, the remaining Wyvern scattered away from him. They were scared off by Elliot because his attack had caused their attacks to vanish so suddenly that it caused a commotion in their ranks, making them feel nervous and terrified. To them, it felt like they had never spat out their undead fire and discharged their lightning bolts. And as they couldn't make sense of this situation, they decided to report it to their masters, the unholy elves!
”Death comes uninvited and out of nowhere, so how can I let you guys report my presence to your masters?!” Elliot laughed and charged towards them.
Before the ones, who were the furthest away from him, could make their escape, Elliot came flying through the air and stomped his foot on the head of one of them. The force behind his simple stomp was so great that the entire life orb and half of the wyvern's body exploded. Blackish blood splashed on the head, eyes, and chest of nearby monsters.
The blood caused their vision to turn black, and before they could take the sticky blood off of them, Elliot made his second move. A sword appeared in his right hand, and a saber appeared in his left. The Sword Lord gave the Moonlight Sword to him, and the saber lord gave him the Demonic Saber.
Grabbing their handle, he swirled around, and the blades of his two weapons chopped the bodies of the wyverns around him, including their life orbs, into two.
The moment he destroyed the life orbs of the monsters, their bodies turned into black liquid and gray ashes.
There were still thirty or so undead wyverns alive in this place. All of them were looking at the ferocious human who had hunted down the leader, and vice leaders of their squad with eyes widened like saucers. It seemed as if they were not looking at a human, but their worst nightmare, a devil!
Elliot, whose hair was soaked in the black blood of the wyverns, tilted his head and glared at them. ”The rest of you are next.”
He said that with a murderous smile on his face. The undead wyverns flapped their wings and scattered to the left and the right, hoping to get to the passageway nearest them and escape the devil knowns as Elliot.
”Splitting up and making a run for it is a good choice only when you're not facing a man who is an expert in shooting down scattered armies.”
Elliot poured five units of energy into both of his weapons.
The sword released a dazzling moonlight, and the saber glistened in an equally majestic crimson hue that was chaotic enough to shun the glorious sun.
”Die!”
Hundreds of crescent sharpness burst out of the moonlight sword and shot towards the wyverns. Each of them was so sharp that they cut through their fleshly but solid-like steel bodies and life cores as quickly as a hot knife passing through tofu.
The name of this attack was The Magnificent Starry Sky.
Right after, hundreds of red threads expanded out of the demonic sword, and they charged towards the remaining undead wyverns. They only saw a ray of red light flashing in their vision before their bodies got separated into a thousand pieces.
The name of this move was far glorious than the previous one. And it also had a poem on its name.
Ten Thousand Miles!
Clad in crimson armor, a man walks under the darkest of skies.
Every three steps, armies of valiant men fall to the ground.
Stepping on rivers of blood and endless corpses, he walks towards a better paradise, ten thousand miles away.
[You've killed all the undead wyverns in area 15.]
The notification made him realize that he was far from done.. He had only won a single battle, not the war.