Chapter 95 Thirsty Bitch

I flew directly at the Undead Riftwalker, and it made its way to the wall, but I would let it get there!

Angling down, I flew directly at the invader, and an arm came up to swing at me, but I dodged it. I swirled around the arm but pointed myself at my target, knowing what was coming.

*Otherworldly Screams*

The distortion hit me, and my wings and spell shattered, but I was on course to land under the creature.

'Scream in fear!'

'Resisting only prolongs the inevitable!'

'Your existence will be erased from this world!'

I hit the ground as the voices screamed in my head, but I blasted them away with my Spiritual pressure, cracking the ground around me. I pulled in magic and slapped my palms down on the ground.

"Ground Spike!" I roared as bone tentacles came for me, but a massive spike of rock drove up and into the center of the Undead Riftwalker.

The massive spike smashed some bones, and the creature was tossed to the side with an earth-shattering impact. The bones that were broken healed and reformed as the Riftwalker flailed to get back up, but my hands were still on the ground.

"Not just yet, you ugly son of a bitch!" I shouted, lifting a thumb to my mouth and biting it to rip the skin.

I slammed the bleeding hand back down, and the blood was sucked into the ground.

"Transmute rock to mud!" I roared, and the ground under the Undead Riftwalker turned into soup, causing it to sink in.

*Otherworldly Screams!*

The wave hit me, but I was ready and already blasted out my Spiritual Pressure to counter it. As long as I could see it coming, I could block it, but I couldn't use magic while it was like this.

This kind of power was something different than magic or technology. The problem was that I didn't know what kind of questions to ask, nor did I have the time.

The moment the scream was done, I released my pressure and started running and flinging rocks. When I say rocks, those are ten-foot boulders that I tossed nonstop to bury the flailing bones.

While flinging rocks with one hand, I raised the out palm up and started to write a massive gravity overhead. I made sure to cover the head first, so it couldn't interrupt me.

Normal magic would have no direct effect, so I had to get creative with what I was doing, and this was the first plan I had.

Once the spell was drawn, I worked double time with both hands. I mounded a mass of rocks on top of the Riftwalker, but it was still moving under all the weight.

"Gravity Crush!" I roared, and the spell crushed the rocks down on the Riftwalker, pinning it down.

I had thirty seconds of the creature being pinned down, but if I timed it right, it would be less. The recharge time on the beam should be ten minutes, meaning now would be about the time that it could be used again.

I watched and then fist pumped as I jumped back, seeing a red glow coming from where the head was under the rock.

Then the beam shot into the sky, and I pulsed my Spiritual Pressure out, but the sound of it almost made me falter. It was like having your entire body vibrated in waves, and it was almost enough to make you sick.

The beam lowered and burned the rock of its body, but it was facing south like I had planned. The first step of this plan had gone pretty smoothly, but I think I might have pissed it off.

The Riftwalker was changing forms as all the tentacles became two legs, and its four arms became two.

This was one of the many fabulous things about these creatures, Adaptive Evolution. Whenever they get overwhelmed or just feel like it, they can change the shapes of their bodies.

This wasn't good, but if it wants to play bone knight and think I am scared, this Undead pile of bones had another thing coming.

,m I reached into my magic pouch and pulled out the fancy sword Listenia gave me.

"Alright, Blood Blade, this guy is a bit lacking in blood, so you are going to have to take some of mine," I said, dragging the blade on the inside of my arm.

I groaned as the blade sucked in a lot of my blood, becoming much heavier by the time I pulled it back.

"You are a thirsty bitch! You are just as bad as those freakin vampires! Why the hell do I want a juice box?" I said, feeling a bit dizzy, almost getting pulled over by the sword in my hands.

This damn thing took way more than I had thought, and I actually found it heavy now.

*Otherworldly Screams*

"Shut the fuck up, Charley! I will come and whoop your ass in a minute for talking about my sweet mother like that!" I roared back, not sure what the hell I was talking about, but the damn thing was loud and distracting.

'What was I supposed to be doing again?' I asked myself, and someone answered, snapping me back to reality.

[Fighting that giant bone monster running at you! Cast healing on yourself!] The sexy voice yelled at me, which made it less sexy.

I could heal? That's right!

I am a wiz-or something!

I cast pure Life magic that came to me, and my extreme blood loss was cured. The fog and drunkenness burned away, and I could see the titan Riftwalker getting very close.

"Wow, that was rude, sword," I growled, but the blade was incredibly heavy.

The Riftwalker ran directly at me and swung its massive bone fists down at me, and I gritted my teeth.

I slashed sideways two-handed with a slight upward arc, deflecting and knocking up the attack. The Riftwalker stumbled and spun to kick me, but I met the foot with an upward slash that sent it up in the air, flipping the massive creature.

It rolled and landed back on its feet, making the ground tremble, and glared at me. I grinned back with a vicious smile, and I roared in defiance at the unnatural being that was changing its body again.

Maybe I couldn't beat it like this, but I could at least keep it busy until help arrived.