Boom!
"Jor, stop ssing around and go help Captain. It seems like those bloody vines have so kind of enhancent which makes it hard for her to break free from them by herself," Ymir, who was playing the role of a at shield surrounded by monstrous vines from all sides, smashed his hamr on the ground to free himself.
He grabbed a handful of vines and dragged them out from the ground with ease, making a path for Jormungandr.
"I am trying, but those damn vines didn't let go," Jormungandr said impatiently, he is also as worried about Fenrir as Ymir. "Every ti I try to fly, they catch my legs and drag down, even their fire resistance is very high. God know which bastard invented such a pervert spell."
Finally getting free thanks to Ymir's help, Jormungandr quickly flew into the air and went toward Fenrir, whose condition currently wasn't very optimistic. Although she was still struggling and trying to break free from imprisonnt, after losing a lot of blood and getting nearly half of her mana absorbed by the monstrous vines, she was far from her peak condition.
"Where do you think you're going?" Stygian, who appeared like a ghost on top of Jormungandr's head, spoke with an expressionless face, sending chills throughout his entire body. "You like making jokes on , right? Let show you the consequences of ssing with soone you shouldn't."
Saying that, Stygian lightly tapped the butt of his wooden staff on Jormungandr's head, which felt as if it were made of thousands of tons. Jormungandr's eyes instantly rolled back, and with a booming sound, he crashed directly onto the ground, making a hundreds-of-ters-deep crater. This showed how much power was in that simple "butt tap" attack.
Maybe either Jormungandr and Maya really made too much fun of Stygian and got on his nerves, or he thought this level of punishnt was too simple, Stygian suddenly raised his staff high and cast another overpowered spell.
"ᛗᛖᛏᛟᚱ ᛋᚻᛟᚹᛖᚱ (MΕΤΩΡ ΣΗΟWΕR)"
As Stygian's gloomy voice fell, black clouds engulfed the originally blue sky hundreds of ters above. Ten ominous-looking purple-black vortexes of 50 to 100 ters in diater materialized out of nowhere.
Then, with a strange, loud sound like sothing burning fell from a great height, gigantic teorites, large enough to induce heart attacks in any hu with just sight alone, covered in unnatural purple fire and trailing tails of purple energy, began falling from the vortexes. Their target was obviously the unfortunate Jormungandr, who had barely regained his senses.
JOR!!!
BOOM!
BOOOOM!
Ymir and Fenrir's helpless screams, barely escaping their mouths, were instantly drowned out by the earth-shattering booming sounds of the teorites. One after another, ranging from a minimum of 10 ters in diater to ones even larger than Ymir, they rained down on the crater created by the poor Jormungandr.
The beautiful fireworks lasted for three whole minutes. During this ti, the ten vortexes continued to hurl teorites at Jormungandr like rain. This overpowered spell not only destroyed several kilotres of the surrounding area around Jormungandr but also affected Fenrir and Ymir.
Although they manage to get rid of those vines thanks to the teorite shower spell but they also get caught by this spell and sustain quite a bit of injuries.
"That old bastard is a monster! How can the gap between us be so wide?" Fenrir exclaid in frustration. Although she was covered in blood from head to toe and had small holes everywhere on her body, however her concern for Jormungandr was clearly deeper than the serious physical pain.
"It seems like staying at ho for such a long ti made us lazy and weak. If it were before, there is no way we would be in such a bad situation with just two spells. Maybe this is the real reason why the Boss let us fight with him. She might have noticed this problem long ago," Ymir said seriously, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.
Clearly, he wanted to go ahead and save Jormungandr but dared not, as he himself didn't have the power to defend against Stygian's attack. So, how was he going to save soone else?
Soon after the teorite shower ended and the dust settled, what appeared in front of everyone was a giant, deep pit. It was so deep that if a normal person tried to look inside, they might not be able to see the bottom. Thankfully, everyone present on the battlefield wasn't normal, and their vision was powerful enough to let them clearly see the bottom of the dark pit.
"JOR!!!"
"You bastard!"
Jormungandr, at the bottom of the pit, was in such a bad condition that he might die at any mont. His wings were torn to the point that only a few bones were left behind. Half of his body was burned to the point where the skeleton was visible. His long tail had been turned into ash, making him the world's first tailless dragon.
Blood gushed out of him like a fountain, and all kinds of burn holes and sharp rocks could be seen piercing his body. One of his eyes seed to have left the world, as did both of his beautiful horns. From a scientific perspective, Jormungandr surviving this level of injuries could only be considered a miracle.
However, from a magical perspective as a dragon known for their strong defence both magically and physically, and especially for their near 100% resistance toward anything related to fire, it was still acceptable that Jormungandr survived such a disastrous attack.
Fenrir managed to hold back her emotions and quickly ran toward Jormungandr to give him ergency treatnt. Otherwise with his current condition, if he managed to survive a few more minutes, then it would be another miracle.
In contrast to Fenrir, Ymir, tough on the outside but warm and caring on the inside, was directly carried away by emotions. With an angry roar, he rushed toward Stygian like a behemoth without thinking about the outco.
"BOOM!"
A colossal hamr slamd into Stygian's head, generating a powerful shockwave and a cacophony of noise, but that's all. Ymir's all-mighty hamr, which had been invincible until now, finally hit the iron plate. Stygian, unfazed, didn't even lift his head, but Ymir's assault was effortlessly blocked by the shimring barrier.
"That lizard is tougher than I anticipated," Stygian muttered, annoyed. "Surviving my strongest attack? What a surprise. Sadly, he refuses my kind invitation. He can withstand one blow, but what about a second? But first, let's deal with this noisy mosquito," He lazily shifted his gaze to Ymir, who was madly attacking his defensive barrier.
It was quite amusing to see a 200-ter-tall hamr trying hard but couldn't move a 2-ter-tall old man.
After seeing that, Stygian finally moved his eyes from Jormungandr, Ymir breathed a sigh of relief. He had successfully drawn the final boss's aggro. Just as he prepared to land another blow on Stygian's Stygian's defensive barrier, which didn't even get a scratch from all his attacks, sothing bizarre occurred.
Stygian, who was right in front of him, vanished and reappeared dozens of ters distant.
Then, out of nowhere, a colossal hamr around 300 ters in size, made of pure dark energy, materialized out of thin air directly in front of Ymir. Before he could react, the colossal hamr struck his stomach with unimaginable force, propelling him backwards like a rocket.
But before Ymir could go too far, as if teleporting, the dark hamr reappeared above him, smashing him into the ground, and giving him the sa treatnt as Jormungandr.
Then another dark energy hamr, an exact replica of the first, materialized above Ymir, who was coughing blood and struggling to stand. He could only glimpse a descending shadow before both dark hamrs started beating him one by one relentlessly as if trying to transform him into Ymir-flavored mochi (Japanese rice cake made by moon rabbits).
However, while Ymir was enduring this brutal pounding, suddenly a sharp jet of water capable of slicing through the strongest steel erupted from a certain direction, shattering one of the dark hamrs. Another jet followed, destroying the remaining hamr and granting Ymir a precious mont to catch his breath.
Stygian, who was having the ti of his life torturing a few ignorant brats, frowned deeply seeing soone dare to ss with his fun. His gaze followed the trajectory of the water jet, but all he saw were two dissipating magic scrolls after the magic inside them emptied out, their owner nowhere in sight.
"Hmph? Is that annoying girl trying to play hide and seek with ? Interesting. Let's see how long she can hide from ," Stygian muttered, a look of disdain twisting his features. From his cloak, he took out a head-sized crystal ball-like object swirling with silver mist. Gazing into its depths, he saw Maya, who was in invisible mode, beside Ymir, feeding him so kind of strange potion.
"What a powerful invisible spell. Even I can't find her without divination. Today seems to be my lucky day, so many surprises at once, making overwheld," Stygian chuckled derisively, tucking the crystal ball away. Then, he chanted a long, complex spell and stared at the place where he saw Maya sitting and feeding Ymir the potion.
2 minutes after Stygian peeked into the future with his crystal ball, he flicked his staff gently, causing the space around him to ripple like water disturbed by a stone.
Maya, who originally had full confidence in her invisible spell, never in her dreams expected that Stygian would use such a shaless thod like peeking into the future to determine her location. After confirming that Stygian couldn't see her, Maya hurriedly ran toward Ymir, as he was clearly in a very bad situation.
She hastily ca beside his mouth, took out a powerful healing potion, and poured the entire one-litre bottle inside his giant mouth with a heavy heart. Just then, An icy sensation gripped her, sending shivers down her spine as a primal sense of danger flared. Maya, who believed in her sixth sense, reacted instinctively and tried to dodge, but she was still a bit late.
An invisible spear flowed toward her with a speed faster than light and pierced her stomach, leaving a fist-sized hole.
"AHHHH!!!"
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