347 – Tentacles, Feathers, and Irregular Sexuality 2

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Lightning rains from the heavens, scorching the earth beneath. Huge tentacles pulverize every little thing of their path, unfazed by the electrical onslaught. Amidst this chaos, a lone warrior swings his warhammer.

“Unbelievable… Is that this what a decade of adventuring seems like?”

-We could not pull that off even with a century of expertise

-It is all about being born with a silver spoon, is not it? Some individuals simply have godly stats from the beginning

-The tentacles look singed, however the primary physique appears unscathed

-It is lovable how everybody else is simply sucking their fingers lol

-At that scale, should not the military usher in siege weapons as an alternative of counting on people? The battle’s affect alone makes me really feel like I am floating

The conflict between these three titanic entities was so fierce it made one’s physique really feel weightless.

Although the Harpy Empress was conserving mana by controlling her lightning, Han Se-ah fearful about their progress since there was no seen HP bar.

Nonetheless, Han Se-ah pressed on silently, bolstered by Roland who crushed tentacles one after the other, steadily approaching the primary physique.

Whereas the creature’s well being wasn’t visibly lowering, the variety of tentacles dwindled. Gritting her tooth, she gripped her employees tightly. Controlling lightning, which moved at gentle pace in contrast to wind or rock, demanded way more mana and focus.

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Is it true that Han Se-ah’s search historical past consists of males and tentacles? Males and tentacles, critically?

“Ugh, sh*t-!”

However what viewer would let her concentrate on the sport with voice donations turned on?

From malicious viewers slandering her tastes to these casually recommending bizarre p*rn, she was bombarded with nonsense. Alternating between anger and laughter, she choked and sputtered, inevitably disrupting her mana management.

Even so, her accuracy solely dropped from 100% to about 90%, imperceptible to viewers. However Han Se-ah, her aggressive spirit ignited, gnashed her tooth and tore her gaze from the donation window.

“Arrows appear totally ineffective. What’s our subsequent transfer?”Th.ê most uptodate novels are revealed on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

“The affect on my holy magic is stronger than anticipated. It’s going to be onerous to get nearer.”

Grace and Irene additionally struggled towards this colossal monster.

Because of her passive talent, Grace may ignore 80% of protection when attacking weak factors.

However how may she establish a weak level in a building-sized anemone monster randomly thrashing 100 tentacles?

Irene boasted an overpowered protect that ignored harm beneath a sure threshold, however these hefty tentacles dealt crushing blows quite than chip harm.

Shifting nearer risked shattering each her protecting holy magic and her physique below a barrage of tentacle strikes.

Excessive-level magic proved ineffective, vital weak factors remained elusive, and the monster’s erratic assault sample made blocking each hit not possible.

Confronted with this deadlock, Han Se-ah nervously chewed her lip earlier than abruptly sprinting away. Some viewers feared her resolve had crumbled, whereas others have been merely bewildered.

I lowered my stance and thrust my protect ahead.

Not like Katie, I lack the agility to leap away. Making an attempt to dodge and getting clipped as soon as may ship me flying. Whereas I would most likely survive with out severe harm, getting knocked again like a house run can be a ache to recuperate from.

Taaang―

My protect, white-hot from the long-dormant “Protect Grasp” talent, stuffed my imaginative and prescient with writhing tentacles. An odd strain bore down, adopted by impacts from back and front, but it surely was extra manageable than anticipated.

Positive, it is a vicious assault that might pulverize an individual and demolish constructing partitions, however to me it felt like bumper vehicles colliding at an amusement park.

The affect shook my physique and destabilized my stance, however not sufficient to make me cough blood and collapse. Simply sufficient harm to try this. Because the tentacles urgent down on me recoiled from the collision, I smashed them with my warhammer. The tentacle behind me rapidly withdrew.

It appears this factor is beginning to notice I am extra harmful than the lightning raining down from above.

“Roland, you are actually okay?!”

“Yeah!”

Now the tentacles that had been reaching skyward have been step by step decreasing to focus on me. However as typically occurs, a power can develop into a weak spot.

The monster’s sheer measurement meant that regardless of what number of tentacles it prolonged, solely two or three may straight assault me directly. Identical to how an individual with eight arms as an alternative of two would nonetheless want to make use of two palms to clap and catch a mosquito.

Annoyed by this limitation, the tentacles now got here crashing down from above. However there was no cause to take such simple strikes head-on.

I would stood my floor towards sweeping assaults, preferring to tank them quite than leap and threat getting caught mid-air. However for overhead smashes, a fast sidestep and sprint ahead would suffice.

“Hey, this factor we cobbled collectively would possibly explode!”

“Simply fireplace it already!”

“Loading full~ Firing!!!”

“Hey squishy― be careful for something that begins flowing out―”

With that thought, I tucked my chin to my chest, lowered my stance, and sprinted ahead. A thunderous increase erupted behind me.

It wasn’t the sound of tentacles tearing up the bottom, nor the crash of lightning. This was the acquainted report of a stone dwarf cannon. Then got here the dwarves’ voices.

They stated to be careful, however for what?

The reply to that query did not come from behind or from Han Se-ah’s stream.

It merely flowed in entrance of me.

“Ugh, f*cking-!”

A potent acidic answer, robust sufficient to soften not simply tentacles however palace ruins and even the bottom, proper earlier than my eyes.

What occurred subsequent was too quick for viewers watching by way of the digital camera to totally perceive. The flowing acid, my posture thrown off by the sudden change in path, the boss monster attacking whilst its tentacles melted.

Taang――!!!

The identical collision sound of tentacle towards protect. The biting wind slipping by way of gaps in armor and helmet.

A sense of weightlessness.

Clouds.

A cliff.

And a glitched hologram window.