Chapter 34 - Thirty-Two (1/2)

The thing coming our way was big, strong, and pissed. It had the body of an albino snake, eyes of the bloodiest red, skating around the street and bumping everything out of the way in the most brutal fashion possible.

At its back there were spider legs coming out of its column line, black and pointy, sometimes helping it move in a quick tap tap tap motion, others menacing opening like wings, making it look bigger and scarier.

Not that it needed that though.

Leonel was already standing there in the middle of the road, on top a big square vehicle, waiting for it to approach.

”Ah, little brat angel, there you are! You and that sssstupid mutt will regret disssobeying me!” She said, and only then I realize who she was.

The Queen in her mutated form.

How did she found eyes? I receive my answer when many mummies got out of the buildings, some the ”normal looking” ones, others like the Clothed ones, and many, many others, looking from behind the windows, but most following her like little ants, crawling like bugs all around as if the ground itself was moving.

She stands with her white belly up as tall as the buildings, and when I thought it couldn't get worst her lower part cracks and opens like a big mouth, where many hairy lack spider legs, like teeth, are scattered about trying to poke with their sharp ends to bring a victim inside into the dark void beyond.

”You will come with me little angel, but not before I rip the houndssss throat!”

Her eyes then locked on me, making me feel directly all her killing intention, knowing that if I was to fight her now I wouldn't easily get away like before.

”Leonel! She is level 120, let's run!” He didn't answer, so I look at him, screaming: ”Leo!”

Leonel, however, seems unfazed by it all and unsheathes his sword, evaluating his prey.

That calmness brought shivers down my spine. He looked tall as a mountain looking down at ants that crawled his hills. Mere nothings. So untouchable, far and unshaken, the Leonel I knew from before, the cold face, and yet far more than that, with the calmness and confidence of a warrior that went through thousands of battles before, the certainty of a tiger upon a deer.

Those golden eyes cut right through me with their intensity, and, even though I had all reasons to stop him, I didn't. With that one look I knew he wouldn't lose.

He simply wouldn't.

Still, I was surprised next. Like, he asked my help, but soon I knew it was just so to be polite, as I ended up watching the entire fight from the distance, entranced by it.

He stood tall as an object formed in his free hand, made of pure light, only making sense to me once he blew into it; a Blowing Horn, a huge one at that.

I expected a high deep sound to resonate through the city halls, but, instead, all the sound seems to be captured by it, an eerie silence falling upon the battle scene as if a bomb had exploded right beside my ear.

The instrument disappears as Leonel quickly rises up his sword, moving the blade in an arc as an arrow of light surges from the curve in part of the blade, shooting it up in the sky as the point the sword up. He keeps slicing the air as others arrows shot out of his sword, almost like a mechanic crossbow releasing its projectiles.

The snake didn't wait to see the result, pushing the mummies with her tail so they would start attacking; even if some were smashed by her movement.

The arrows flow right at them, however none hit as I expected; instead, they stick themselves in the ground, falling like rain and starting to form a very complex pattern; the first looked like four circles stretched in the shape of petals crossing like an X sine. Then, crossing over it in a ✮ sine, there was a straight 5 point star, ending up with an inner circle closing in all the creatures that now dashed in for battle.

All made in a blink of an eye, every swing of his wrist making more arrows fly that I could see.

Once the Mummies are close, enough that I could smell the stench on their breaths, Leonel, as if with all the time in the world, lowers his sword until the tip touches the ground, his lips moving as the ground shines a bright light, crisscrossing like little lightning between the arrows.

I have to close my eyes for a second as the light becomes too bright.

And poof.

All those Dark Mummies just… disappeared, like the one from the building from before, but this time in a much faster and on a bigger scale than before.