Free Web NovelChapter 139: Aid From An Unlikely Source (2)
As the venomous poison coursed through Shinon’s veins, rendering him paralysed and at the mercy of the Queen, despair threatened to consume him. His vision blurred, and his body grew heavy, succumbing to the cruel fate that awaited him.
But a glimmer of hope pierced through the haze in his darkest moment. His eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed a figure cloaked in shadows emerge from the periphery of his fading consciousness.
"Widow?" Shinon’s voice carried a mixture of astonishment and gratitude, disbelief lacing his words. "I never... expected to see you here."
A sly grin danced upon Widow’s lips as she stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.
"Oh, my dear Shinon, surprised to see me, are you?" Her tone dripped with playful flirtation, a veneer to mask her true intentions.
Desire to boost her reputation by spinning tales of benevolence tugged at Widow’s conscience, but she couldn’t resist indulging in her mischievous nature. She continued, her voice carrying a teasing undertone.
"Well, let’s just say the system requested our assistance this time. And, of course, I couldn’t resist the chance to witness that adorable, despair-filled face of yours."
"I should have known-"
Widow’s sultry voice caressed Shinon’s ears as she sauntered closer, her gaze filled with mischief and concern.
"Well, my brave hero, you’ve had quite the encounter, haven’t you? Why don’t you lie down and let me take care of the rest? After all, it’s not every day I get to play nursemaid to such a handsome and wounded warrior."
"..." Shinon decided it was best not to engage with Widow in her... weird conversation choices.
As Shinon settled down, one of Widow’s bandits, a nimble figure with a vial, hurriedly approached him.
"Here, take this," the bandit said, his voice carrying urgency and a hint of respect. "It’s an antidote for the Queen’s poison. Widow made sure we were prepared before confronting the Queen."
"Thank you." Grateful for the assistance, Shinon accepted the vial and swiftly drank its contents.
The antidote coursed through his veins, its potency countering the paralysing effects of the poison. He felt a surge of renewed energy, his body tingling with revitalisation.
Meanwhile, Widow knelt beside him, her gaze fixed upon his face, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "You can thank me later for nursing you back to health."
"I... wait... never mind."
With a wink, Widow rose to her feet and turned her attention towards the Queen. Her gaze sharpened as she assessed the formidable figure of the hybrid insectoid.
However, unlike an ordinary person who would be weirded out by the Queen’s appearance, Widow couldn’t help but smile.
The Queen radiated an air of dominance, her insectoid features blending seamlessly with her humanoid form. It was clear that she possessed formidable physical prowess and unwavering confidence.
But Widow was no stranger to facing formidable foes. Her eyes narrowed, a glimmer of excitement lighting up her gaze. She revelled in the challenge presented by the Queen, knowing that triumphing over such a powerful adversary would only amplify her reputation and earn her even better rewards.
With a flick of her wrist, she signalled her bandits to adjust their positions, their pile bunkers held firmly in their hands. These powerful weapons, capable of launching devastating projectiles, were their trump card against the Queen’s exoskeleton.
Widow’s voice rang out, commanding and resolute, "Focus your fire on her back!"
Her bandits nodded in unison. The air crackled with anticipation as the bandits took aim, their pile bunkers unleashing a barrage of explosive projectiles towards the Queen.
The battlefield erupted in chaos as the projectiles soared through the air, closing in on their target with deadly precision. Sensing the imminent danger, the Queen swiftly evaded the shots, her movements defying human limitations. freёwebnovel.com
She danced through the air, displaying uncanny agility as she twisted and turned, avoiding the onslaught of attacks. The pilebunkers’ projectiles crashed into the ground, creating explosions that sent debris and dirt flying in all directions.
"Now, now, my dear comrades," Widow chided, her tone laced with humour. "I must say, your aim could use a little work. I just hope you idiots can aim properly where it counts."
Her bandits chuckled sheepishly, exchanging amused glances. They were well aware of Widow’s penchant for teasing and light-hearted banter, even in the midst of battle.
"How long will I keep cleaning up after all of you?" Widow smiled as she closed her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Widow raised her hands, palms facing the sky. The atmosphere around her shifted, charged with electric energy. Sparks danced along her fingertips, growing brighter and more vibrant with each passing moment.
A surge of power coursed through Widow’s veins, intensifying the electrical charge within her. As she concentrated her focus, the air around her began to shimmer, the very essence of lightning merging into a tangible force.
Before Shinon could even contemplate what was happening, Widow unleashed a torrent of lightning bolts towards the Queen, each bolt crackling with raw energy.
The Queen, caught off guard by Widow’s sudden display of elemental magic, struggled to evade the lightning bolts. Her insectoid form convulsed under the electrical onslaught, her screeches echoing through the battlefield.
But even as the lightning struck, the Queen’s resilience and instinctual defences allowed her to endure, her chitinous exoskeleton protecting her from the full brunt of the attack but still harming the flesh underneath.
With a furious snarl, the Queen retaliated, launching herself towards Widow with blinding speed. Her claws gleamed in the dim light as she unleashed a flurry of strikes, each blow aiming to incapacitate her opponent.
"You aren’t the only one with superspeed around here." Widow scoffed as she gracefully evaded the Queen’s attacks, her lightning-imbued blades meeting the Queen’s razor-sharp claws in a clash of titans.
The battlefield transformed into a whirlwind of motion and power. Widow’s lightning-tinged blades danced through the air, their electric arcs leaving trails of brilliance.
Her movements were fluid and precise, each strike calculated to exploit the Queen’s weaknesses. Yet, the Queen proved to be a formidable adversary, countering with her own ferocious attacks, her strength seemingly boundless.
However, despite the Queen’s relentless assault, Widow refused to yield. She fought with a tenacity born of years of surviving in the harsh wilderness, honing her skills and adapting to the deadliest of environments.
Her lightning magic surged through her veins, empowering her strikes and imbuing her movements with an otherworldly grace.
As the battle raged on, the Queen’s attacks became increasingly frenzied, her desperation palpable. No matter what she did, Widow was always a step ahead of her, not to mention, Widow’s lighting strikes were slowly but surely taking a toll on her.
She recognised the threat posed by Widow and sought to end the fight swiftly. Yet, Widow’s lightning-imbued blades were a formidable equaliser, their electrifying touch disrupting the Queen’s focus and weakening her bit by bit.
With a swift and calculated manoeuvre, Widow capitalised on a momentary opening, her lightning-infused blades finding their mark.
A surge of electricity coursed through the Queen’s insectoid body, causing her to convulse in agony. Her screeches of pain reverberated through the battlefield, her once-confident demeanour now shattered.
Widow seized the opportunity, pressing her advantage. She unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one carrying the weight of her determination and fury.
Her lightning magic crackled around her, enhancing her every movement as she delivered blow after blow with unwavering precision.
The Queen weakened and disoriented, struggled to defend herself. Her insectoid form faltered, her movements becoming sluggish. It was only a matter of time before it would be the Queen’s turn to be paralysed instead.
At the same time, the bandits reloaded their pile bunkers and fired another shot at the Queen, and this time, she wasn’t fast enough to dodge the incoming copper rounds, and dozens of projectiles became one with her.
As the dust settled, the Queen, once a fearsome and formidable adversary, now knelt before Widow, her strength drained and her spirit broken. The Queen’s chitinous form trembled, her insectoid limbs shaking with exhaustion and defeat.
"It was a good sparring session; you should be proud of yourself!" Widow smiled, squatting up to her level.
The Queen’s eyes once filled with arrogance and malice, now reflected a glimmer of resignation. She struggled to raise her gaze, but her strength waned with every passing moment. With a final effort, she managed to utter a faint whisper, her voice filled with bitterness.
"Go... fuck yoursleves..."
"And here I thought using ’that’ would be overkill," Widow sighed before shaking her head. "But I guess I should give me junior a glimpse of my true strength."
Raising her hands high, Widow gathered the surrounding energy, drawing upon the very essence of the storm. Thunderclouds rolled ominously above, crackling with electric power.
The air became charged with an electrifying presence as lightning bolts danced between Widow’s fingertips.
"Behold, the power of the Lightning Lord." Widow proclaimed as her eyes began to glow.
The bolt of pure electricity streaked through the air, its brilliance blinding. It struck the fallen Queen with cataclysmic force, engulfing her in a searing torrent of lightning guided by the copper rods stuck to her back.
The ground quaked as the sheer power of Widow’s attack coursed through the Queen’s body, obliterating her into ashes.
As the smoke and crackling energy dissipated, a hushed silence descended upon the battlefield. The Queen’s corpse was nowhere to be found. However, the remnants of her shadow were forever printed onto the floor, a dark reminder of Widow’s godly ability.
