Chapter 149: The Beast
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Chapter 149: The Beast
The time came for a twittering bird call to come from the front, one of the men on watch having caught sight of their quarry. One of them kept the Beast in their sight while the other six men moved into position, each of them assuming their place in their plan, concealing themselves among the rocks and trees of the narrow valley.
Sweat started to drip down backs, hands started to shake, and breathing began to quicken. The moments right before an attack were the times that tested nerves to the greatest degree. The tension of the coming confrontation continued to build, growing greater and greater by the second. Knowing that danger was walking towards them, feeling the approaching uncertainty, the chance of life ending.
Thankfully, nobody broke, nobody ran, nobody made a sound, they were all experienced mercenaries and each had their own way to cope. Mental games or songs, focusing mnemonics, prayers, thoughts of loved ones, repetitive motions, and all sorts of other tricks were used to keep each man focused and steady, ready to spring their trap. The sound of twigs snapping, rocks tumbling and dirt rustling came from ahead of them. Announcing the arrival of their prey far before they ever saw it. Three of them had been on watch earlier, but they were each at different locations so none of them were truly prepared for the appearance of this beast. Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
The next man of the squad held a huge bow, the arrows easily the size of small javelins, such a weapon would be impossible to wield if not for the extraordinary strength of cultivators. The arrows in his hands came to life, arcs of electricity breaking out upon them. The bow was pulled and the string released. The mans hands moving in a blur, firing arrow after arrow in a continuous stream. The arrows sparking as they flew, appearing like miniature lightning bolts, descending upon the beast from on high. Each of them aimed for a gap in the beasts armor plating. Arcs of electricity dispersing into the water that soaked the beasts whole body, multiplying the power of those falling arrows. Half of them bounced off the armor plates, delivering a shock before falling away. The other half struck the gaps of the writhing beast and sunk into its flesh. A surprisingly red blood mixing in with the water soaking it, each strike of an arrow adding to the electrical charge and creating a paralyzing effect to allow even more arrows to strike home.
With the beast seeming on the ropes, the attack didnt slow down, instead pushing harder. The water that had been dousing the beast had been mixing with the huge amounts of dirt and sand that had been used in the first attack. The fourth member of the Black Skull Squad took action, sinking his hands into the ground and using his Qi to take control of the earth beneath the beast. Speeding the combination of dirt and water, transforming the now muddy ground into a swampy quagmire. Further softening the ground and turning it into a massive pool of quicksand. Letting the beasts massive size and weight drag it down into the sand. At first it seemed to be working quite well, but eventually the archer had to stop his assault, most of his Qi having been used up to fire dozens of lightning coated arrows. When he did it took only a few seconds for the paralyzing effect to wear off and the beast began to struggle, starting to swim through the loose sand. Not one to be outdone, the massive pool of quicksand fought back, beginning to spin. The sinkhole turning into a whirlpool, not just passively taking the beast under, there was now an active suction pulling it in.
The three Black Skull Squad members who hadnt acted yet all shook their heads at the next sight and prepared to act. The beast stopped struggling against the swirling sand and extended its arms. Each of them tossing out a line of webbing, hooking onto trees and rocks, tying the lines together and throwing out even more. In only a few moments it had created a rough net above the whirlpool of sand and started to slide itself on top of it. Acting before their trap was broken, the fifth man started to make some hand seals, his whole body glowing with a fiery aura. In the next instant he thrust his hands forward and a torrent of flames was unleashed. A stream of fire ten feet wide poured towards the beast, bathing it in fire while it was still trapped in the sand and unable to avoid it. The sixth man immediately jumped in, releasing a river of wind. The gusting wind swirled around the sand pit, a similar action to the original array, creating a cylindrical cyclone around the raging flames. Containing while also stoking the fire into a huge column around the beast.
Was it finally dead?
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Chapter 149: The Beast
The time came for a twittering bird call to come from the front, one of the men on watch having caught sight of their quarry. One of them kept the Beast in their sight while the other six men moved into position, each of them assuming their place in their plan, concealing themselves among the rocks and trees of the narrow valley.
Sweat started to drip down backs, hands started to shake, and breathing began to quicken. The moments right before an attack were the times that tested nerves to the greatest degree. The tension of the coming confrontation continued to build, growing greater and greater by the second. Knowing that danger was walking towards them, feeling the approaching uncertainty, the chance of life ending.
Thankfully, nobody broke, nobody ran, nobody made a sound, they were all experienced mercenaries and each had their own way to cope. Mental games or songs, focusing mnemonics, prayers, thoughts of loved ones, repetitive motions, and all sorts of other tricks were used to keep each man focused and steady, ready to spring their trap. The sound of twigs snapping, rocks tumbling and dirt rustling came from ahead of them. Announcing the arrival of their prey far before they ever saw it. Three of them had been on watch earlier, but they were each at different locations so none of them were truly prepared for the appearance of this beast. Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
The next man of the squad held a huge bow, the arrows easily the size of small javelins, such a weapon would be impossible to wield if not for the extraordinary strength of cultivators. The arrows in his hands came to life, arcs of electricity breaking out upon them. The bow was pulled and the string released. The mans hands moving in a blur, firing arrow after arrow in a continuous stream. The arrows sparking as they flew, appearing like miniature lightning bolts, descending upon the beast from on high. Each of them aimed for a gap in the beasts armor plating. Arcs of electricity dispersing into the water that soaked the beasts whole body, multiplying the power of those falling arrows. Half of them bounced off the armor plates, delivering a shock before falling away. The other half struck the gaps of the writhing beast and sunk into its flesh. A surprisingly red blood mixing in with the water soaking it, each strike of an arrow adding to the electrical charge and creating a paralyzing effect to allow even more arrows to strike home.
With the beast seeming on the ropes, the attack didnt slow down, instead pushing harder. The water that had been dousing the beast had been mixing with the huge amounts of dirt and sand that had been used in the first attack. The fourth member of the Black Skull Squad took action, sinking his hands into the ground and using his Qi to take control of the earth beneath the beast. Speeding the combination of dirt and water, transforming the now muddy ground into a swampy quagmire. Further softening the ground and turning it into a massive pool of quicksand. Letting the beasts massive size and weight drag it down into the sand. At first it seemed to be working quite well, but eventually the archer had to stop his assault, most of his Qi having been used up to fire dozens of lightning coated arrows. When he did it took only a few seconds for the paralyzing effect to wear off and the beast began to struggle, starting to swim through the loose sand. Not one to be outdone, the massive pool of quicksand fought back, beginning to spin. The sinkhole turning into a whirlpool, not just passively taking the beast under, there was now an active suction pulling it in.
The three Black Skull Squad members who hadnt acted yet all shook their heads at the next sight and prepared to act. The beast stopped struggling against the swirling sand and extended its arms. Each of them tossing out a line of webbing, hooking onto trees and rocks, tying the lines together and throwing out even more. In only a few moments it had created a rough net above the whirlpool of sand and started to slide itself on top of it. Acting before their trap was broken, the fifth man started to make some hand seals, his whole body glowing with a fiery aura. In the next instant he thrust his hands forward and a torrent of flames was unleashed. A stream of fire ten feet wide poured towards the beast, bathing it in fire while it was still trapped in the sand and unable to avoid it. The sixth man immediately jumped in, releasing a river of wind. The gusting wind swirled around the sand pit, a similar action to the original array, creating a cylindrical cyclone around the raging flames. Containing while also stoking the fire into a huge column around the beast.
Was it finally dead?
Chapter 149: The BeastThe time came for a twittering bird call to come from the front, one of the men on watch having caught sight of their quarry. One of them kept the Beast in their sight while the other six men moved into position, each of them assuming their place in their plan, concealing themselves among the rocks and trees of the narrow valley. Sweat started to drip down backs, hands started to shake, and breathing began to quicken. The moments right before an attack were the times that tested nerves to the greatest degree. The tension of the coming confrontation continued to build, growing greater and greater by the second. Knowing that danger was walking towards them, feeling the approaching uncertainty, the chance of life ending. Thankfully, nobody broke, nobody ran, nobody made a sound, they were all experienced mercenaries and each had their own way to cope. Mental games or songs, focusing mnemonics, prayers, thoughts of loved ones, repetitive motions, and all sorts of other tricks were used to keep each man focused and steady, ready to spring their trap. The sound of twigs snapping, rocks tumbling and dirt rustling came from ahead of them. Announcing the arrival of their prey far before they ever saw it. Three of them had been on watch earlier, but they were each at different locations so none of them were truly prepared for the appearance of this beast. Nvl-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.The next man of the squad held a huge bow, the arrows easily the size of small javelins, such a weapon would be impossible to wield if not for the extraordinary strength of cultivators. The arrows in his hands came to life, arcs of electricity breaking out upon them. The bow was pulled and the string released. The mans hands moving in a blur, firing arrow after arrow in a continuous stream. The arrows sparking as they flew, appearing like miniature lightning bolts, descending upon the beast from on high. Each of them aimed for a gap in the beasts armor plating. Arcs of electricity dispersing into the water that soaked the beasts whole body, multiplying the power of those falling arrows. Half of them bounced off the armor plates, delivering a shock before falling away. The other half struck the gaps of the writhing beast and sunk into its flesh. A surprisingly red blood mixing in with the water soaking it, each strike of an arrow adding to the electrical charge and creating a paralyzing effect to allow even more arrows to strike home. With the beast seeming on the ropes, the attack didnt slow down, instead pushing harder. The water that had been dousing the beast had been mixing with the huge amounts of dirt and sand that had been used in the first attack. The fourth member of the Black Skull Squad took action, sinking his hands into the ground and using his Qi to take control of the earth beneath the beast. Speeding the combination of dirt and water, transforming the now muddy ground into a swampy quagmire. Further softening the ground and turning it into a massive pool of quicksand. Letting the beasts massive size and weight drag it down into the sand. At first it seemed to be working quite well, but eventually the archer had to stop his assault, most of his Qi having been used up to fire dozens of lightning coated arrows. When he did it took only a few seconds for the paralyzing effect to wear off and the beast began to struggle, starting to swim through the loose sand. Not one to be outdone, the massive pool of quicksand fought back, beginning to spin. The sinkhole turning into a whirlpool, not just passively taking the beast under, there was now an active suction pulling it in.The three Black Skull Squad members who hadnt acted yet all shook their heads at the next sight and prepared to act. The beast stopped struggling against the swirling sand and extended its arms. Each of them tossing out a line of webbing, hooking onto trees and rocks, tying the lines together and throwing out even more. In only a few moments it had created a rough net above the whirlpool of sand and started to slide itself on top of it. Acting before their trap was broken, the fifth man started to make some hand seals, his whole body glowing with a fiery aura. In the next instant he thrust his hands forward and a torrent of flames was unleashed. A stream of fire ten feet wide poured towards the beast, bathing it in fire while it was still trapped in the sand and unable to avoid it. The sixth man immediately jumped in, releasing a river of wind. The gusting wind swirled around the sand pit, a similar action to the original array, creating a cylindrical cyclone around the raging flames. Containing while also stoking the fire into a huge column around the beast. Was it finally dead?
