108 Chapter 108: In the Depths of Despair (1/2)

The Crastrate leered at me with its eyeless, dome-shaped head, and then hissed ferociously. It took another step forward, its tail rising to pierce me. Even though it should be within range, it didn't strike with its stinger.

Evidently it planned on finishing me off with its inner jaws. I could see the secondary set of jaws sliding outward, dripping with drool.

Disgusting son of a bitch (though, given how his host or ”father” was Lin Zhan Long, I guess that was to be expected).

It didn't get very far.

Before, it could reach me with its jaws, giant heavy chains descended from the heavens and wrapped themselves around the stunned Fiend-class monster. The Crastrate struggled futilely, but the chains held firm.

”I might not be able to move my body, but I still can summon Constellation spirits and weapons,” I whispered with a sly smile. ”Chains of Andromeda.”

As my Constellation summoning magic was based entirely on my imagination and interpretation of myths (as much as I wanted to say it was ”anything goes”, my summoning magic was not omnipotent, and there were still limits to my power no matter how much I wanted to imagine it to be godlike or whatever), I chose to read the legend of Andromeda in a way that benefited me.

Normally, I would be wielding the Chains of Andromeda manually with my hands, but at the moment I was paralyzed. However, that didn't stop me from envisioning my own interpretation of the legend. While the original myth was that Andromeda was chained to an isle in order to prevent her from escaping the sea monster that she was supposed to be a sacrifice to, I had imagined these Chains of Andromeda to be the very restraints used to chain the sea monster itself. Following that characteristic, they should be able to hold down a monster like the Crastrate.

Unimpressed, the Crastrate screeched in fury, fighting desperately against its bonds. I watched with some satisfaction, until I remembered the Crastrate's acidic blood was slowly but surely corroding away the sturdy chains.

Even so, the restraints had bought me more than enough time to finish casting yet another major summoning spell. What, you didn't think I was just lying down idly and watching my Chains of Andromeda bind the Crastrate, did you? I wasn't as stupid as a good majority of readers seemed to think I was (just read some of the comments – according to some, I was retarded or an idiot, depending on the insult of the day).

”Virgo!”

Just as the Crastrate broke free of the corroded chains, a giant coffin the shape of a woman materialized over the Crastrate.

”Iron Maiden,” I commanded.

The coffin slammed shut over the Crastrate, entombing it and trapping it within its confines. Inside, dozens of spikes protruded and lanced through the immobilized monster, pinning it further in place. The Crastrate struggled wildly, but only succeeded in splashing more acidic blood over the interior of the trap. Despite its corrosive properties, the blood still needed a huge amount of time to eat through the sturdy deathtrap.

I knew the acidic blood and the Crastrate's own demonic power would allow it to break free of Virgo eventually, but that was fine. All I needed at the moment was to buy as much time as possible. Every second was precious. Every moment counted. As long as I could stall the Crastrate for a few more minutes, I could finish up my ultimate summoning spell.

Time slowly passed, and I took the time to rest and recoup my energies, while preparing yet another summoning spell. Too bad I couldn't accelerate my ultimate summoning spell, but at least I could devote time to completing it. Just like my analogy, I could allow it to download without interruptions without needing to pause it to download other spells to fight the Crastrate.

As I expected, though, the Crastrate finally broke free. Angry holes had been bored through its slender body, courtesy of Virgo's Iron Maiden spell. Acidic blood dripped from its mortal wounds ceaselessly, dissolving the ground beneath it. Yet the Fiend was still not dead yet. It was still capable of moving and attacking.

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Snarling furiously, it began approaching me, hell-bent on vengeance.

”I would watch your step if I were you,” I said.

Leo erupted from beneath the Fiend, knocking it high into the air. This time, it was the Crastrate that was sent spinning helplessly in midair, mirroring what it did to me earlier. I couldn't help but savor the irony.

But I had more important things to focus on right now than my personal satisfaction.

As the Crastrate flailed desperately in its descent, I yelled out a single command.

”Leo, Regulus!”

A massive golden beam of light flashed from the majestic lion, engulfing the Crastrate in destructive energies. The monster shrieked in agony as it plummeted down, almost vaporized by the devastating magical force that befitted the King of Beasts.

Boom!

A huge explosion resounded across the entire area as the Crastrate crashed back down to earth with the force of a meteor. Fortunately, I had dismissed Leo immediately before the creature landed, before he could be struck by the resulting shockwaves. I had to summon Scutum Sobiescianum to protect myself from being buffeted by the blast.

”That should have done it,” I muttered hollowly, even though I knew it was a faint hope.

A sudden chunk of earth suddenly burst out from the crater, flying over my head and embedding itself deep into the cliff behind me.

”Really? Fucking really?!” I moaned.

The Crastrate emerged from the crater, screeching furiously. Its black skin had turned red-hot from the blistering beam of Regulus from earlier, and an insane amount of smoke fumed from its body. Whole segments of its body were either gone or missing. Yet, it was still somehow able to stand. Hell, I didn't understand how it was still alive.

”What the fuck are you?!” I yelled, more from fury than fear. I still had my ultimate summoning spell, and was so close to unleashing it. Even then, I was still shocked at the amount of punishment the damned thing could take and still stand.

Instead of replying, the Crastrate tilted its head and glanced at the side. How it did that without eyes, I had no idea, but there was no point in trying to understand the logic of monsters. They never followed the rules that humans adhered to. Perhaps they had some sort of alternate optical sensory organ that differed from eyes. Or perhaps they ”saw” through pheromones.

I would never know. Nor did I care to know. Well, maybe I did, since I subscribed to the whole ”know your enemy” and ”knowledge is power” tenets, but at the moment I was more invested in slaying the hideous monster than analyzing how it functioned biologically.