Free Web NovelChapter 61: Aberrant
The Aberrant roared in fury and pain as its arms fell off, but in the blink of an eye the arms regenerated, creating muscles, forearms and fists as quickly as possible.
Victor clucked his tongue, indignant at such power, but at that moment he realized that the Aberrant in general seemed to shrink considerably in size and mass as it regenerated.
"So, does that mean you have a regeneration limit?" Victor asked aloud.
The monster, desperate, launched itself towards Victor with a disorganized lunge, trying to grab him this time.
Victor quickly dodged the Aberrant and saw an opening to attack his opponent, so he decided to take advantage of it. With one swift movement, he advanced towards the monster, taking advantage of the split second in which the Aberrant was off balance due to the failed attack. His sword cut through the air with a slashing sound, aiming straight for the creature’s chest.
The blow was accurate. Victor’s blade pierced the Aberrant’s flesh and made a huge tear, slicing through the wooden muscles that were quickly trying to regenerate.
The monster flapped its hands to try and crush Victor like a mosquito, but Victor leapt into the air, drove his sword into the Aberrant’s chest and began to descend, tearing the monster apart from the chest down to the nether regions, which for being a monster there was nothing in.
Victor landed gracefully and firmly, his eyes fixed on the monster that was now writhing on its knees, desperately trying to heal its wounds.
Pyaxu was watching the intense battle between Victor and the Aberrant, so he gripped his sword tightly. His gaze was a mixture of respect for Victor’s skill and indignation at himself for not being as strong as that formidable warrior in front of him.
"He’s... incredible." Pyaxu muttered to himself.
Riggilo, the cleric, was right next to him, and at the same time as Pyaxu was being impressed by Victor, Riggilo was holding off a horde of Duplicate Blights with a magic shield.
"Hey, Pyaxu! Can you give... a hand here?" Riggilo asked.
Pyaxu snapped back to reality, shook his head and focused on his own battle.
"Oh, yes, of course! I got it!"
Riggilo hesitated briefly, but let the barrier fall and stepped back.
Pyaxu took the lead in the battle against the Blights again, and felt the tension of combat reverberate through every muscle in his body quickly.
The Duplicate Blights were problematic to deal with, because every time one of them was split in half, or even seriously wounded, it split and so one became two, like a plague that multiplied before the eyes of the combatants.
To prevent the enemy numbers from becoming alarming, Pyaxu knew he had to be quick and precise, not only to protect Riggilo, but also to prevent the situation from becoming even more chaotic. He had to cut down only those who were deeply needed, otherwise he would just drive them away with kicks or thrusts that didn’t hurt as much. The problem with this tactic was that the numbers didn’t decrease either.
Luckily, as Pyaxu’s sword cut through the air, he felt a gust of wind accompanied by a soft whisper, and suddenly, arrows started raining down from the sky, hitting the creatures with deadly precision, but not killing them but driving their feet into the ground like nails. freёwebnovel.com
Pyaxu wasn’t surprised by the unexpected help. In fact, he was counting on it. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Pyaxu redoubled his efforts, slashing with even more ferocity and speed, coordinating his movements with the rain of arrows to maximize the impact against the Duplicate Blights.
After some time being protected by Pyaxu, Riggilo finally finished the conjuration he was doing.
"... From the radiant forge of faith, a luminous armor rises, shielding with celestial grace in every battle’s embrace."
At that moment, a shimmering light began to shine around the cleric, forming a resplendent barrier that drove away the Duplicate Blights themselves. This was a large cubic barrier that surrounded Riggilo and Pyaxu.
Pyaxu fell to his knees, exhausted. "Ha... Ha..." He gasped, but with a smile on his face. "I’m amazing too." He muttered to himself.
The cleric Riggilo approached him, a little out of breath too. "Yes, we are. Now, we need to finish the job."
Riggilo then looked behind them and saw that, as expected, the oak tree had ended up inside the great barrier he had conjured as well.
Victor lunged again, and his sword literally glowed as he lunged, aiming to pierce not only the monster’s chest, but also the lotus flower on the Aberrant’s back, knowing that this was the creature’s weak point. However, the Aberrant reacted with a frantic defense, its vines coming out of its hands and forming a wall, trying to block Victor’s blows.
Despite this, the hunter was relentless. He unleashed a series of blows, each one more intense than the last.
At this point, the Aberrant finally acted differently, slamming his fists into the ground and launching a wave of green energy from his hands to try and push Victor away.
The hunter drove his sword into the ground and bravely resisted this attempt to push him away. At the same time, the grass floor of the clearing seemed to become less dense, turning into something as unstable as water, so Victor felt as if he were literally rocking on the waves of the sea.
With the ground turning into something unstable under his feet, Victor had to fight not only against the Aberrant, but also against the feeling of imbalance that enveloped him. He held on tightly to his sword, which was stuck in the ground like an anchor point in rough waters.
Then, at an opportune moment, Victor launched himself forward, sliding across the unstable surface of the ground as if he were surfing on turbulent waves. He deftly avoided the Aberrant’s tentacles, which emerged from the monster’s back and advanced against him.
When the opportunity finally presented itself and Victor was facing the creature again, he attacked with surgical precision. His sword sliced through the air in an elegant arc, aiming an attack that would directly affect the glowing flower on the Aberrant’s back.
The blade found the creature’s left shoulder, piercing the monster’s wooden skin and tearing one of the flower’s pink petals along with the rest of the shoulder.
The Aberrant let out an anguished roar, and the roots at its feet twitched in agony as Victor’s blade found its way through the creature’s weak spot. The viscous liquid that flowed from the wound was a sign that the blow had been extremely effective.
However, the battle wasn’t over yet.
The Aberrant, even wounded, was still a formidable threat. The tentacles that formed the creature’s left hand and made the whole ground so unstable finally came out of the ground, calming the ground but forming a fist, which hit the old hunter precisely.
Victor shrank his body to at least try to cushion this inevitable blow and when hit flew away into the clearing. He bounced a few times on the ground and when he got up, he was in severe pain in his abdomen, but with a smile on his face.
"Argh... I think you can do better than that." He said as he looked with a cold smile at the Aberrant.
At the same time, Riggilo and the others had already made a lot of progress towards the oak tree, so the Aberrant started walking towards them, making everything shake with his thundering footsteps.
However, Victor had taken it upon himself to stop the Aberrant and wouldn’t give up just because he had been punched. So, when the Aberrant stretched his hands forward to launch a wave of thorns in Pyaxu’s direction, Victor appeared, like a sudden and swift thunderbolt, in front of the Aberrant and cut off both of the monster’s arms.
"Don’t take your eyes off me, or you’ll deeply regret this!" Victor warned, and the Aberrant’s two heavy arms fell in front of him with a crash, as if two whole trees had fallen.
