52 Dirty Tricks

An empty dark void replaced the vibrant reality.

Constant pain alarmed the mind yet what could Horned Viper Murderer do?

Refusing to accept such disgrace from weak ants, the lizard instead relied on scent to hunt Christian but the flesh wounds were too much.

The lizard writhed across the ground as chunks of land flew above Christian's men from the destructive tail swinging about.

Poison sludge were spat everywhere with people dancing like fools in the hopes they could dodge the incoming danger.

Those two stubby arms that fared no danger instead impaled the ground causing an unusual shake that threw few off their balance. Taking advantage of that, the lizard would then attempt to strike those men

However the loss of sight instead caused it to throw rocks against them.

It was a shame for the lizard that no matter what it did, it would always be paranoid by the fact that an enemy could be at every corner.

Christian thought that if he waited long enough, the lizard would eventually die from blood loss.

His army declined that thought as the amount of people injured and killed were too much that many may face some sort of obstruction in their cultivation if they couldn't kill the monster right then and there.

Voices could be heard exclaiming the effectiveness of the dangerous toxin surrounding a small group.

This one voice was attempting to lead a small group out of the danger as well as watching out for any soldiers in danger.

The enveloping chaotic field was slowly being avoided.

But this was a wrong choice.

The lizard had lost its sight meaning the next trustworthy ability to know where any enemies were was its hearing.

Diving into the sound, it guessed the approximate proximity and coiled around the group in a small circle while letting out an intimidating roar.

Tightening the circle closer and closer the anxiety of the small group could be heard by the frustrating screams and the loud footsteps.

People had no idea how to save them so they instead resorted to getting the attention of the beast by launching magic spells and chipping away the scales while the Martial Artists struck open flesh wounds.

Immobilizing the beast for only a few seconds, a few of the people in the group reacted fast as they either crawled atop the scales or looked for a gap within the encirclement.

Only a few were struck dumb by fear.

Annoyed by the constant attacks, the Horned Viper Murderer dug a hole and inserted its whole body into the ground and managed to hide itself from the danger.

The small group saw that glimmer of hope slowly expanding while the circle decreased in size but a loud

*BOOM*

Dirt exploded everywhere as the huge land where the small group once was had now been devoured in an instant while the snake resumed its original arrogant stance.

Those that had just managed to escape gasped in surprise and terror.

'That could've been me'

The few poor souls that were still on that patch of dirt had unfortunately passed away however Christian saw this as an opportunity to finally end the fight.

Any tough defense the snake may have had was now wrecked.

Blood was trailing and originating from the large flesh wounds and the Horned Viper Murderer was blind.

All they had to do was just blindly aim for the creature and now kill it.

People began using whatever magical arts they could remember while the Martial Artists drew restless from the horrifying experience.

Christian had realized that he should've brought cannon fodder if he knew this were to happen but at the very least they had won.

A lifeless corpse had finally crashed onto the ground breathing its last breath and reminiscing the simple existence it had led.

The blood would've been flowed out in a natural manner but the natural resource could not be put to waste

Christian immediately gathered the Autarch Society to carve the materials from the lizard.

Few were to count the casualties as well as the amount of material they could actually claim.

Some scales were already broken and were completely useless while corpses would not be intact forcing others to recount the traumatizing scene.

A depressing scene eventually was what the result was that left Christian to hold some of his men in contempt

'How can they not move on? If this happens every single time then an army would have no choice but to surrender in the face of danger.'

It was unusual to come to this type of disappointment but Christian tried to at least hope that this would somehow broaden his horizon

Standing at the top and watching millions of people releasing a war cry that would envelope the atmosphere with energy and optimism.

Watching a future that may come to fruit, Christian looked back to reality

'Slow steps Christian. Slow steps.'

Waiting for his aspirations to slowly mold itself into reality, a girl walked up to Christian and told him the casualty rate.

"9 people have passed away while 22 people have been injured"

The damage was surprisingly high but the causality rate was within what Christian had already estimated.

Sacrifices had to be made but as long as it never surpassed 70% then it was still a good victory.

Most had been poisoned leaving Christian absent of any Purification Pills however only a small minority had passed out from heavy bleeding, lost of limb or any serious injuries

Once the job had been finished with the corpse finally being dismantled Christian commanded the group for the last time for this battle

"It's time to go home!"

Some cried after the experience but most now wore a blank, emotionless face

....

"We can stop with the element formation, right?"

"But Christian didn't say to stop..."

"They are literally leaving us"

"Yeah, we might want to just stop."

"What do you think happened with the battle?"