300: Chapter 149 Snake Slayer 300: Chapter 149 Snake Slayer Clutching the hilt tightly, Leon raised his long sword in guard and looked at the half-man, half-serpent monster t had transford into, unable to suppress a laugh borne out of sheer fury.
This old rogue had no idea what he had conspired with the Athias assassins; he hadn’t even sought retribution for the fra-up, and now he had the audacity to bla Leon for exposing his plot, a truly preposterous jest.
Regardless of what the serpentine t was roaring, the knights by its side didn’t cease their movents.
Groups of three to five raised their weapons, shouting battle cries as they charged forward.
Looking at the hideous snake-man the wizard had turned into sparked not fear but a long-lost desire to hunt within the Orland knights.
This fervor, as if they were thrust back into legends of their ancestors battling monsters and pioneering their lands, was sothing no one would forsake—the glory and honor of slaying these demons.
t twisted his massive serpent body, resisting the knights’ onslaught.
The upper, humanoid part of t raised his clenched fists.
His large purple eyes surged with the frenzied power of chaos magic.
“…You ants!
Feel the true power of magic…!”
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!…
With a series of earth-shattering noises, nurous tentacle-like serpentine bodies burst forth from around the main trunk of the beast—either sweeping up the soldiers who flocked around or biting through armor with venomous fangs, flinging the soldiers into the air.
The knights and royal guards had to halt their advance, dealing with the heads of snakes striking at them.
What was a one-sided attack had suddenly turned into a battlefield filled with shouts and killing.
People were now entangled in a chaotic lee with snake tendrils constantly erging from beneath the ground, dragging even the nobles on the outskirts and the encircling troops into the fray.
“Is this…
Spirit Realm magic?!”
Hilgard swung his war hamr, shattering the serpentine heads that attacked indiscriminately.
As they regenerated two heads at each freshly maid stump, as if invincible in death, he realized the ominous power his old friend was wielding.
Even for magician Societies far from the Holy Sun Church’s dominion, this was a taboo force.
Looking down at the army now thrown into chaos, t grasped the opportunity, prompting his enormous serpentine body to dive at those detestable Farolis Family wing-helted knights.
Leon danced with his long sword, shielding Baron Eriv with the Thorny Flower knights, cutting through the oncoming swarm of snakes.
He heard the dull scraping of the snake’s body and glanced sideways, only to see t’s serpentine form, stretching from its initial pit, hurtling straight toward him.
“Milord, t is coming for …” Leon fought while retreating, hastily turning to warn the Thorny Flower Baron behind him.
“And what of it?” Baron Eriv crushed a severed snake head under his foot and, flinging the snake blood from his Thorny Blade, ca up beside Leon with a bold laugh.
“It’s rare to have a chance to fight side by side with you.
Let’s compete to see who can take t’s head first and witness your valor as the ‘Griffin’ of Longka!”
Having said that, the Master of Thorns gripped his Dwarf Steel Sword and led his family’s knights, charging toward the oncoming serpent behemoth: “Farolis knights, follow and slay this wizard’s abomination!”
…
What I an is, perhaps we could draw it out of camp…
Never mind…
Leon also realized that if they didn’t kill t on the spot, the elusive wizard might escape, so he unsheathed his sword and followed his comrades in the charge.
Cutting through the tangling snake whiskers, he looked up at the monster that brought the stench of the wind with its approach.
Dealing with the crazed wizard was proving to be a daunting challenge.
Leon wasn’t sure whether he regretted bringing Olivia due to concerns about their status or lanted that Kovis was still recovering and couldn’t lend a hand.
But himself, he wasn’t one to be trifled with either…
In mid-run, Leon’s left hand opened, and his magic pulled the Netti Card from his pouch into his fingertips.
Instantly activating the Magic Card in his hand, Boiling Heart dissipated into light, and the blood vessels in his eyes under his helt bulged.
The real power of magic?
As if he’s the only one who has it, let this bumpkin witness true Ancient Lorelette Magic!
The frenzied magic elents ca alive, and the pressure of maintaining the Heroic Spirit Card “Canis” suddenly eased, Leon’s agility sharply increased, allowing him to instantly catch up with the Sealing Lord’s charge.
“Get out of the way!
BEGONE!” t, lunging forward, let out an angry roar, lifting its imnse right arm.
With a loud thump, the knights and guards obstructing the path were sent flying by t’s hit, followed by his left arm raising high, the giant palm slamming down fiercely towards the Thorny Flower Family mbers.
Without the need for a warning, the Farolis knights swiftly dispersed.
Facing the looming shadow overhead, Eriv dodged, and the Thorny Blade glanced off the top of his head, leaving a deep sword wound on the giant palm with the razor-sharp Dwarf Steel Treasure Sword.
The giant palm, unresponsive with the gaping wounds visible to the bone, crashed down onto the ground, creating a thunderous noise and vibration, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Leon, who had dodged to the side, raised his sword with both hands and struck down mightily.
His long sword cut into the monster’s thumb, as thick as a tree trunk, until it was stuck by the bone, forcing him to withdraw and dodge back.
However, the surviving humanoid half-snake with a bloody palm seed completely oblivious to the pain as its left arm swung out, brushing back the attacking knights.
Seizing the opportunity, Eriv leaped into the air, using the creature’s sweeping strike to thrust his Dwarf Steel Sword into the giant hand’s back.
The giant hand soared up, carrying the Master of Thorns, who clung to the sword hilt as if climbing a rock wall, into the midair.
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