Story 7 - To Kill Demonic Vines (15?)
More of the infected moaned in pain. At this point, I was certain that all of these people were still alive!
Spear That Weaves took out his bottle of trick pills and flicked a few of them at the edge of the continuously growing zombie horde.
The pills crashed into the infected, exploded into clouds of gold, and surrounded the bodies.
The pink vines that wrapped around limp limbs darkened and shriveled.
They beca unconscious and collapsed to the ground. Their zombie buddies stepped over them to keep coming at us.
Wait. The amount of people kept increasing, pouring out of buildings and side alleys. The demonic cultivator must be desperate for more energy and was trying to use them as a distraction to prevent us from getting to the Life Gate.
“Seniors! We can’t waste ti here.” Spear That Weaves said. “I can handle these with the trick pills and my weapon. Please go on ahead!”
Clear Eyes Mad Tongue nodded and jumped onto the plastered stone wall that separated a line of houses from the street. To keep moving, he ran forward while kicking away any of the vine-covered hands that attempted to grab his feet.
Little Spring followed after him.
I briefly squeezed Spear That Weaves’ shoulder. “Don’t get overrun. Retreat is always an option.”
“Yes, Senior Lin!” He threw another pill at the horde and I handed him back the bottle he gave . He needed it more than I would. And in the worst-case scenario, Little Spring still had his.
As I jumped onto the top of the wall and started running, I called back, “Also, don’t die!”
He looked exasperated. “Don’t curse !”
He’d be fine. Probably.
Okay, I couldn’t help but worry about him, since he was only a few years older than my current body. Still, we didn’t have ti to deal with these vine zombies. But we also couldn’t let them attack us from the back while we dealt with the monster guarding the gate.
They didn’t have any cultivation. If he wasn’t able to take them down, then I would doubt the vision of my sect’s most honored Spear Grandmaster.
Using an Impossible Leap, I quickly caught up to Clear Eyes and Little Spring.
The fog had thickened to where we could only see twenty feet in front of us.
We ca to a large intersection. A massive Vine Wyvern, four tis the size of the first one, stretched its wings threateningly.
As it moved, the sound of a hundred squeaky doors echoed through the intersection. Which was, apparently, what it sounded like when thick vines rubbed against each other.
The eerie glowing pink dots inside its triangle eye sockets focused on us.
If we ca any closer, it would definitely start attacking.
And we had to fight this fucker to get at the flag that it stood on top of.
Mad Tongue pulled out his sword, then glanced at us.
He had a half-crazed expression — like he wasn’t sure that he could defeat it but was going to try anyway.
“Do you think its size matters?”
I looked him right in his eyes and very seriously said, “Yes. Yes, it does.”
If we were in a Manhua version of this universe, then black lines would have darkened his forehead.
I grinned. “Listen up. If you’re dealing with giant creatures, they’ll have a larger mass. And that ans that they’ll have more power behind their attacks. However, without an increased realm, they will also move slower to start out. It will take them more ti to turn. Use that against them.”
Little Spring nodded.
Clear Eyes looked like he had cald down.
“Co on.” I pointed my sword at the entity. “This vine monster isn’t going to kill itself, and we only have ten minutes.”
“We have to stop this thing in that short amount of ti?!”
“That’s right. You only have a short amount of ti to kill it.”
He opened his mouth.
“You can do it!” I encouraged.
“I believe in you!” Little Spring added.
“Hey! Don’t act like I’m the only one who’s going to fight this giant monster!”
I gestured to myself and my junior brother. “We’ll make sure you aren’t attacked from the side so you can better strike its weak point.”
“We can watch your back too!” the kid said. “It will be a nightmare if those infected people run over here and get in the way of your fight.”
“I also need to keep in touch with the other team to make sure they’re killing off their vine wyvern, too.”
“Their what?”
“I can’t simultaneously beat this monster and keep track of the other group of cultivators at my current realm.”
Clear Eyes Mad Tongue grimaced. That crazed look started to reappear on his face again.
It must be hard accepting the fact that he was in the main fighting position while his ‘seniors’ were rely defending his ass from random attacks. But that was reality.
Annoyed with our stalling, the wyvern lowered its head. A line of pink saliva flowed from the not-mouth on its wood-like mask and landed on the ground.
Where the liquid hit, a barrier of thorny vine bushes sprouted. A large defensive wall protecting its weak spot now stood between us and it.
It taunted our group by silently roaring.
“Tch.” Mad Tongue grimaced. “I should have attacked it earlier.”
And I should talk to his master about renaming him to Daoist Hindsight.
Clear Eyes sent a slash toward the wall. It broke up then, due to the relentless pink saliva, it regrew within monts. Then he started to run towards it.
While spreading out my divine sense, I split my mind into three and simultaneously watched each fight.
***
Spear That Weaves darted in and out of the mass of vine zombies close to where we left him.
He threw pill after pill at the shuffling crowd. The dicinal dust that hit the figures stopped them and caused each body to fall to the road.
The young cultivator was doing very well for being overwhelmingly outnumbered
When a couple of infected ca too close, he used his spear to push them back. Then he flicked another two doses from the jade bottle to crash onto their chests.
The zombies collapsed.
The horde stepped over them and continued their push towards the Spear that Weaves.
In the blink of an eye, he took out a dozen more by filling an area with pill dust and having them chase him through it.
Unfortunately, there were just way too many people, and the pills he’d brought weren’t enough to get them all.
The infected, whose numbers constantly increased, started to surround him.
A vine-covered hand pulled at his robes.
He kicked the zombie away.
Another attempted to claw at his arm with the sharp pink thorns. He dunked and dodged.
His situation wasn’t looking good at all. I was half tempted to go back and help him.
Then, Spear That Weaves tossed the last of his trick pills.
***
In the other team, Incapacitating Wind and the alchemists under her threw trick pills at a crowd of zombies that must have attacked them once they reached their wyvern.
I really should have looked at this team more while we were on our way over. Whatever, they were doing fine.
Also, maybe it was the demonic fog getting in the way of my divine sense, but it seed like their demonic vine wyvern looked more like a demonic vine duck.
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