Chapter 198: SFDI: Chapter 198
"Extermination Complete" Valletta, though initially panicked, quickly regained her composure upon observing that while Finn was charging, hi
"Extermination Complete"
Valletta, though initially panicked, quickly regained her composure upon observing that while Finn was charging, his speed was surprisingly slow.
A cruel smile spread across Valletta’s face. "He’s nearing his limit! Finish him off!"
Indeed, Finn was rely human. Although he had withstood the bombardnt of the magic swords, he was quite severely injured.
The robed figures also noticed this. Those wielding cursed weapons pressed their advance, while those with magic swords prepared to unleash another volley of attacks.
Finn assessed his own condition and determined his next tactical approach.
Finn halted his charge, raising his golden spear.
In addition to "Berserk Magic Spear," Finn possessed another spell.
While most magic spells are cast through the chanting of incantations to weave magical formations and then manipulate magical power, Finn’s second spell, "Tir na Nog," was different.
This spell was a spear-throwing magic, calculating Finn’s ability values at each level to increase the spear’s power.
Although it had a 24-hour cooldown period, the power of this spell was undeniably terrifying.
Finn hurled the Ruler’s Spear. The spear’s flight even stirred up a powerful storm, sending all the robed figures flying backward. Those who stood directly in the spear’s path were torn to shreds by the sheer force of the attack.
By the ti Finn had completed his throwing motion, Valletta had already recognized the spell he intended to use and had already dodged out of the way.
However, when she looked towards Finn again, she saw him raising the other spear in his hand.
Valletta’s face turned pale. This damned Finn, even in his berserk state, was as cunning as a fox. Who could have imagined that he would use such a powerful spell as bait to force her to reveal her position, while his true killing blow was a simple spear throw?
"Move! Damn it, move!"
Seeing that Finn had already thrown his spear, Valletta roared inwardly. Perhaps by squeezing out every ounce of her remaining potential, Valletta’s body finally began to move.
She perford a rather ungainly, clumsy roll, but Valletta completely disregarded her appearance at this point, her mind consud entirely by the relief of having narrowly avoided a fatal blow.
She scrambled back to her feet, just about to observe the look of regret and remorse on Finn’s face, when she saw only an expression of astonishnt on his features.
Then, Valletta felt an imnse force strike her in the back, sending her sprawling to the ground. A searing pain shot through her chest.
She lowered her head and saw only a section of a spear shaft, still stained with blood, while the spearhead itself had already sunk into the ground.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with confusion. Even if Drake had tried to explain, she wouldn’t have been able to hear him.
Valletta, the executive of the Dark Faction, provided a perfect demonstration of what it ant to die with one’s eyes wide open.
Finn was also taken aback. When he had thrown the spear, he had already sensed that the throw was a failure.
Due to his weakened attributes, his serious injuries, and the fact that he had just used a powerful spell, this spear throw was far below his usual standard.
As expected, even though he had seized the opening revealed by Valletta’s dodge, she had still managed to evade the attack.
Just as Finn was considering how to make up for this mistake, he noticed that the spear he had thrown... had turned around in mid-air!
The spear had drawn a perfect U-turn in the air before piercing Valletta’s heart.
Dismissing the possibility of a hallucination, Finn understood that the spear Drake had lent him was no ordinary piece of equipnt.
Finn’s heart surged with a wave of warmth. The spear’s ability was likely to lock onto its target, making it a perfect match for his own magic.
However, now was not the ti to dwell on such thoughts; the battle was far from over.
Nevertheless, Finn’s killing blow against Valletta did act as a kind of triumphant fanfare.
The mont Valletta breathed her last, the magic circle on the ground shattered.
The most imdiate effect was that Drake and the others felt as though a massive mountain had been lifted from their shoulders.
The flas engulfing Drake surged with renewed vigor, and even Fal let out a triumphant roar.
"Now it’s ti for our counterattack!" Gareth declared, brandishing his battle-axe in both hands.
The Fallen Sprite also sensed the change in the montum of the battle and suddenly let out a piercing shriek.
The shriek was like a needle piercing the eardrums, penetrating directly into their minds. Even Drake felt his vision blur for a mont.
By the ti Drake had regained his clarity, a massive number of sharp tentacles had already shot out towards them.
In the haste of the mont, Drake could only unleash a "Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist," and although the flas on his fist managed to block a layer of the tentacles’ attacks, several tentacles still managed to pierce through the flas and strike the group.
The tentacles sent everyone reeling backward, and Tione, who was weaponless, suffered several scratches.
Drake burned away the tentacles that had struck his chest and looked up at the Fallen Sprite. Sure enough, it had begun its incantation once more.
If the Fallen Sprite were allowed to complete its ultra-long incantation spell, there was a real possibility that the situation could be reversed. However, at this point, if they were truly defeated, then none of them should continue to work as adventurers.
Without needing any commands, everyone launched a simultaneous charge.
A massive wave of carnivorous plant tentacles extended outward, attempting to prevent the group from advancing further.
Gareth laughed boisterously, unleashing the full extent of his power in a single, mighty axe blow that shattered the ground and pulverized a large, fan-shaped area of carnivorous plants in front of them.
Tione and Tiona followed closely behind, both leaping into the air and attacking the Fallen Sprite from either side.
But even faster than them was Tsubaki’s returning warhamr, hurtling towards its target.
However, the Fallen Sprite was already prepared. A large number of carnivorous plants suddenly burst forth from the ground, instantly forming a formidable wall.
The warhamr slamd into the wall, creating a large, hemispherical crater. The Amazonian sisters, who followed imdiately afterward, were also blocked.
The wall of carnivorous plants, having endured three powerful blows in rapid succession, was now covered in cracks and appeared to be on the verge of collapse.
Fal, who had been hovering in mid-air, descended rapidly and rged with Drake.
"Sprite Assimilation!"
Drake instantly transford into the Blazing Dragon King and began to gather his magical power.
Sensing the imnse magical power emanating from Drake, Gareth imdiately realized that Drake was about to unleash an incredible technique.
Therefore, Gareth shouted, "Let’s leave the final blow to Drake! Let’s clear the path for him!"
The Amazonian sisters, who had been montarily blocked in mid-air, exchanged a glance, and then clasped hands.
Tione used her waist muscles to launch Tiona back into the air with considerable force.
Tiona approached the already crumbling wall of carnivorous plants, bringing her twin blades, Urga, down with a ferocious slash.
Bang!
A large number of carnivorous plants disintegrated into black mist, leaving behind a scattering of dark green magic stones, and the path to the Fallen Sprite was finally clear.
"Thanks for the assist,"
Drake said, unleashing the magic he had been preparing.
"Dragon Slayer’s Secret Art: Crimson Lotus Blazing Blade!"
A storm of flas erupted as Drake swung his arm, engulfing the Fallen Sprite.
The Fallen Sprite attempted to block the attack with all of its carnivorous plants and the leaves of its vine-like body, but everything that ca into contact with the flas was instantly incinerated.
In the end, the Fallen Sprite’s entire body was enveloped in flas, transforming into a colossal pillar of fire.
"Unnad sprite, may you find rest in the flas,"
Drake whispered, offering a silent prayer for the sprite.
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