1141 The battle for Maynard Island (18)
Monica's lips curled into a malicious grin as she looked at the burning hilltop. There was a twisted and cruel satisfaction in the woman's eyes, making Erik want to kill her more.
"Oh, poor Erik," she said. "Look at you, the valiant protector, who failed to do his job. Where are your precious friends now? It seems your efforts to keep them safe have failed."
She grinned again.
Fla tendrils spread, creeping across the hilltop like living shadows. The fire consud the grass and vegetation in its path, leaving behind a trail of ash and scorched earth. Monica then circled around Erik, her wyvern's massive form casting an ominous shadow on the ground below, obscuring the moon for those fighting on the ground. Her laughter echoed across the hillside. "Face it, Erik. You've failed them. And now, as we speak, my forces will destroy yours."
Erik's gaze swept over the battlefield below. The blackguards under Monica's command had been reduced to a re handful. They had been decimated by the Chimaeric Demons. The advanced turrets and chas had been destroyed. There wasn't a single piece of machinery standing, scattered across the blood-soaked earth like discarded toys. Only the lights illuminating the area had been spared.
The problem, though, was the huge undead horde below. For every fallen soldier, both from the Chimaeric Demons and the Blackguards, another rose to join Monica's undead army, making the difference in strength between Erik's Chimaeric Demons and Monica's forces disappear.
It didn't help that less than ten thousand of his clones were still alive, and resisting against a horde of monsters more than tripled their numbers, and so of them were as powerful as the clones themselves.
Erik clenched his fists; the odds tilted in Monica's favor, and he was unable to do anything. However, there was a reason for him to still be relatively calm. Emily and the others were alive, just further down the hill, to which Monica was awfully close. She failed to see them because they were hiding.
Erik had to make Monica believe the sniper had been killed, because otherwise she would pay attention to the shots.
The younger man did his best to make a convincing face, which contorted with anguish, his eyes welling up with tears. His hands trembled as he clenched them into fists. A ploy to show Monica the barely contained rage and despair that should have threatened to overwhelm him.
"No!" he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "You monster!" Tears stread down his face.
Monica's laughter rose.
Erik raised his head, eyes red and puffy, glaring at the woman with a mixture of hatred and defeat. "You'll pay for this," he said between sobs.
But in truth, as he said that, he was thinking about sothing else.
—Status—
[Host Information] NA: Erik Romano
AGE: 18
SYSTEM LEVEL: 352
EXPERIENCE: 330,528,972
DNA POINTS: 77,409,823
HEALTH: 47,860
MANA: 47,790
{Attributes} STRENGTH: 542
INTELLIGENCE: 474
DEXTERITY: 522
ENERGY: 1592
Available attributes points: 105
{Powers} [Biological Super Computer Powers] -Brain Crystal Manipulation Brain Crystal Power Extraction
Brain Crystal Power rging
Brain Crystal Power Analysis
Brain Crystal Power Editing Brain Crystal Power Strengthening
Brain Crystal Power Sharing
-DNA Manipulation DNA Extraction
DNA rging
DNA Analysis
DNA Editing
DNA Strengthening
DNA Sharing
-Analysis
-Brain Information Injector
-Device Manipulation
[Host's Powers] Plant Master: Aι3B-RANKED
Chimaeric Demon: Aα3X-RANKED
Self Healing: Aι2A-RANKED
Instability: Aλ2B-RANKED
Phantom Veil: Aθ2A-RANKED
Frostwind Fire tempest: Aη3A-RANKED
Force Bastion: Aν1B-RANKED
Beastwalker: Aθ1B-RANKED
Telekinesis: Aσ1A-RANKED
Will of the Hydra: Aσ1X-RANKED
Earth's Will: Aσ1A-RANKED
Rising tide: Aσ1B-RANKED
Ti Freeze: Aσ1A-RANKED
Warp: Aσ1A-RANKED
Molecular Restructuring: Aσ1A-RANKED
Aegis Morph: Aσ1A-RANKED
{Skills} Kyokar hand-to-hand style (MASTER)
Etrium's sword style (ADVANCED)
Crypt of the Desert Style (MASTER)
Alchemy (Interdiate)
Architecture (Beginner)
Thaid Expertise Proficiency (Advanced)
Flora Expertise (Master)
Tactical Expertise (Advanced)
Managent Proficiency (Interdiate)
Stealth Proficiency (Interdiate)
—END—
Erik gained 20 levels during the battle against Monica, all thanks to the Chimaeric Demons. Despite the level gains, though, Erik's mana reserves were low, depleted by the combat. It was incredible how much mana he had to use just to injure the beast. The constant barrage of attacks had drained his mana faster than the level-ups could replenish it, and that was especially true when he used those powered-up wind blades. If not for the biological supercomputer absorbing mana from those who died below, Erik would have been defeated long ago. The wyvern's mana was too much, and its body too resilient. It didn't help that Monica often healed it.
The problem was also that there were just Chimaeric Demons giving him experience at that point. As their mana left their bodies, upon death, the biological supercomputer was going to absorb it. But the Chimaeric Demons didn't have that much mana yet.
Yes, they could increase it as Erik did, but it was still a slow affair, and the clones didn't have that much ti to make their astral brain crystals more powerful, aning there was only a certain amount of mana he could get from them.
The wyvern spread its wings, preparing to resu the battle against Erik once again. Monica wanted to take advantage of Erik's supposedly bad ntal state.
Mira said.
Emily heard what Erik said. She imdiately sent a ntal ssage to Erik.
Erik paused.
he then said.
She glanced down below at the battlefield. The Chimaeric Demons were on the verge of being overwheld.
the woman said, Erik said.
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