Chapter 394: Last Struggle
The stillness in the air shattered in an instant as the serpent’s massive body jerked violently, its eyes snapping open with a blazing intensity that seed to pierce through the dim surroundings. The low rumble that accompanied its movents escalated into a cacophony of thrashing and hissing, the sheer force of its struggle shaking the very ground beneath them.
“Stand your ground!” Lyerin bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. His sharp, commanding tone left no room for hesitation. “Do not let it gain any leverage! Encircle it! Tighten the formation!”
The Pig Orcs imdiately moved into action, their colossal forms bracing themselves against the relentless thrashing of the serpent. Its body, though weakened and riddled with wounds, still possessed imnse power, slamming into the earth and sending tremors rippling outward. Dust and debris were thrown into the air with every violent movent, creating a storm of chaos that obscured the battlefield.
“Focus on its head!” Lyerin roared, his eyes locked onto the serpent’s frenzied movents. “It’s trying to lash out! Keep its head pinned down! You two—move to its tail! Do not let it sweep anyone off their feet!”
Two Pig Orcs, their muscles bulging with effort, charged toward the serpent’s tail. The massive appendage writhed and coiled like a whip, threatening to crush anything in its path. The Orcs worked in tandem, their weapons striking precise blows to keep the tail under control.
anwhile, the others focused on the serpent’s head, their imnse strength barely enough to hold it at bay. The creature hissed loudly, its forked tongue flicking out as it thrashed in a desperate bid for freedom. Its imnse coils writhed and rolled, smashing into the surrounding terrain with deafening force.
“Hold it down!” Lyerin commanded, his voice rising above the deafening noise. “Every second it struggles, it weakens itself further! Do not falter!”
The Pig Orcs obeyed without question, their movents synchronized as they worked to contain the beast. Yet, the serpent’s thrashing only grew more violent, each movent a testant to its primal instinct to survive. Its massive body rose and fell, slamming into the earth with enough force to send shockwaves through the ground.
“Brace yourselves!” Lyerin shouted, his keen eyes assessing every movent of the beast. He stood at the center of the chaos, a calm yet commanding presence amidst the storm. “It’s desperate now. Do not let it throw you off balance! This is its last stand!”
The serpent’s thrashing intensified, its strength fueled by desperation. Its massive jaws snapped open and shut, trying to strike at anything within reach. The Pig Orcs, despite their imnse size and strength, were pushed to their limits, their muscles straining as they fought to keep the beast contained.
“Attack its vital points!” Lyerin ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos with unwavering authority. “Do not waste your strength on its scales—strike where it is already injured! Every blow counts!”
One by one, the Pig Orcs followed his orders, their weapons finding purchase in the serpent’s wounds. Each strike drew a guttural hiss from the beast, its massive body writhing in pain. Yet, despite its efforts, it was clear that the creature was losing the battle.
Lyerin’s sharp eyes never left the serpent, his mind calculating its every movent. “It’s tiring!” he called out, his voice filled with determination. “Keep the pressure on! It cannot sustain this much longer!”
The serpent’s movents began to slow, its thrashing losing the ferocity it had displayed monts before. Its once-mighty body now trembled with exhaustion, each movent growing weaker and weaker. The Pig Orcs, sensing the shift in montum, pressed their advantage, their relentless assault pushing the beast closer to its end.
Yet, even in its weakened state, the serpent refused to go down without a fight. Its massive tail lashed out one last ti, sending a shockwave through the air that nearly knocked several Orcs off their feet. Lyerin stepped forward, his voice booming with authority. “Do not let up! It’s on its last legs—finish it now!”
The Pig Orcs responded with renewed vigor, their collective strength overwhelming the serpent. Blow after blow rained down on the beast, each strike bringing it closer to its inevitable demise. The once-mighty serpent, now reduced to a shadow of its forr self, let out a final, guttural hiss as its body convulsed one last ti.
Finally, with a shuddering sigh, the beast collapsed, its massive form coming to rest on the bloodied earth. The ground beneath them seed to breathe a collective sigh of relief as the tremors ceased, the silence that followed deafening in its intensity.
The Pig Orcs stepped back, their massive forms heaving with exertion. Lyerin lowered his weapon, his sharp eyes scanning the fallen beast. “It’s done,” he said, his voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity. “The serpent is no more.”
The group stood in silence for a mont, the weight of their victory settling over them like a heavy shroud. The air, still thick with the remnants of the serpent’s toxic fus, felt strangely lighter now, as if the very world itself had been freed from the beast’s oppressive presence.
Lyerin took a deep breath, his sharp eyes glinting as they traced over the fallen serpent’s massive form. The battlefield was silent except for the faint groans of the injured Pig Orcs and the occasional whisper of the wind. He raised his hand, pointing at the beast’s chest, where its mana core lay hidden beneath layers of thick, unyielding scales.
“Retrieve the mana core,” Lyerin commanded, his voice firm yet steady. His words carried the weight of authority, and the Pig Orcs, though battered and breathing heavily from their exertion, straightened themselves and nodded in unison.
The Pig Orcs began moving toward the corpse, their massive bodies still showing signs of the strain from the battle. As they approached the serpent, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor rippled through its colossal fra, as if even in death, the creature’s presence resisted their attempts to claim its essence.
Lyerin’s sharp voice cut through the tension. “Careful. That thing might still have residual energy stored in its core. Do not underestimate it, even in death.”
The largest of the Pig Orcs stepped forward, a towering brute with arms as thick as tree trunks. It carried a massive war hamr that it raised high above its head. With a grunt of exertion, it brought the hamr down onto the serpent’s chest.
The impact sent a dull thud reverberating through the air, but the hamr barely made a dent in the creature’s thick, armor-like scales.
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