Chapter 110: Exit Is Near

Chapter 110: Exit Is Near

"Second Tranch!" Viscount Atre commanded and immediately, the second tranche of buff skills, activated.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I moved my saber to cut these wretched plants, which have gone crazy in the past minute.

They have tasted the flesh and now they want more of it.

Our plan was to not use the second tranche of buff skills before reaching the twentieth column, but we have used it near the seventeenth. There is no choice. If they did not, people like me wouldn't survive.

As the buff skills activated, I felt my strength and speed increased more than before and injuries begin healing slightly faster than before.

The last one is from Brul. The healing type buff skill is rare and very useful in battles like this.

With this tranche, the people have used all their buff skills. The last tranche is going to be from Viscount Atre alone. Till now, he had not used any skills other than army skills; he used three.

Slash Slash Slash

As the power of the skills filled me, the speed of my attacks increased, and so is the power behind them.

I slash one plant after another with Consecutive Strikes. The buff is good, but I still need to use the skill.

Though, I am not using as much Weighted Strike as before. Which will save me a lot of stamina; that skill is powerful, but it takes a lot out of me.

Soon, we reached the eighteenth column and moved fast toward the nineteenth.

Since the second tranche f buff skills activated, the Viscount had increased the speed. Which put more pressure on us, especially Ethan and Cooper.

They are barely surviving, but for how long they would be able to do that? I don't know.

They are fighting with everything they have, especially Ethan.

If they had been somewhere less dangerous; they would have been able to survive with the efforts they are putting in, but here there is no guarantee. It is what making them fight so desperately.

I cut through plant after plant, swinging my saber again and again with the power of the Consecutive Strikes.

Soon, my saber moved in thirty-sixth strikes and cut the four plants at a very fast speed.

At speed, that I could barely see the flicker of my saber.

As I finished the thirty-sixth strike, I cut the skill and activated it again. At thirty-seventh, the speed and power behind the attack would have been increased further at a higher rate, but I don't want that.

That power and speed come at a cost. It drains stamina too quickly; I could not afford that.

I could have gone above the thirty-sixth strike hundreds of times, but I chose not to do it.

I am one of the weakest in here, weakest after Ethan and Copper, but unlike them, I am not protected. So, every decision I make needs to be with my survival in my mind and nothing else.

We reached the twentieth column, and I saw the surrounding scenery changing.

The untamed garden has become beautiful; each plan looked aesthetically pleasing. Especially those enchantingly beautiful red roses I have never seen something so beautiful, and I want them.

I am sure they will smell amazing. If I put them in a hall of my establishment. It will take the aesthetic of it to the next level.

Hun!

I nearly took a step toward it when suddenly a powerful aura washed over me, clearing my thoughts immediately.

"Fuck!"

I cursed loudly, with cold sweat pouring all over my body as I shook in fear.

I was nearly done. If not for the aura saving me in time, the plants would have had me.

"Careful. The attacks from plants wouldn't be limited to the direct physical attacks," Viscount Atre warned.

As for an anti-toxin one, I threw it away as it is completely empty.

A moment later, Heiman and Brul moved back to their places, and I resumed fighting. It is not the first time I had drank the potions and won't be the last.

Every minute, I am getting injured; there isn't a part of my body that isn't cut and armor that is not dented.

With injuries come poison and other things, while most plants only injure. Some leave behind nasty things and it is important that I deal with them quickly as possible, before they do some serious damage.

Slash Slash Slash

Minutes passed, and things got so hard that every second had become a challenge to survive.

Things have become so bad that I have drunk a stamina potion, which I only planned to do at the end, but there is no choice. Using the skills constantly is taking a lot out of me.

If I did not drink it, then I will die.

It is not just me, but the others are also having a bad time. They are the ones bearing the maximum burnt, more than me, and I could see how they are struggling.

Even Viscount Atre had not been spared and had gotten injured a couple of his times.

He is the one who is bearing the most pressure, they seemed to know he is strongest and attacking him crazily. He is dealings hundreds of them by minute, killing them by freezing them to the roots with his artifact.

Such a powerful artifact couldn't be used without paying a price. He is getting tired; I had already seen him drinking the potions a couple of times.

It is likely why he had started to push us harder. He had increased the speed, and that is putting a lot of pressure on us.

Rip!

"Fuck!" I cursed as the plant gave a bloody cut to my neck. It is a good thing I dodged it on time with Quick Steps, or it would have been far more than a cut.

I wish I could say, it had happened the first time. No, it had happened over ten times, and it felt like a miracle that I am still alive.

Though the biggest miracle would be Ethan, he was still standing, despite his body being filled with injuries. He should thank Zela. She is the only reason he is even alive.

Her healing spells are keeping him standing.

"Shit!"

Cursed Brul as thick vines pierced his shoulder. He cut the vines, before pulling them with his mouth, while continued using his swords.

People like him, who are on the edge of the formation and had to bear the greatest pressure, couldn't afford to put away their weapons, even for a second.

It is a good thing; he had armor, which covered most fatal spots, or he wouldn't have been standing right now.

Soon, we reached the thirtieth column and continued moving. The battle became desperate, and I am barely stopping myself from pushing all out with Consecutive Strikes.

I nearly did hundreds of times, before stopping myself, but I won't be soon, because, without it, I won't be able to.

Because not using its potential will kill me.

Hun!

A minute passed, and I was moving my saber, intending to go beyond I had ever gone in Consecutive Strikes when something shocking happened.

Viscount Atre stopped.

Since we entered, he had never stopped, even when people died.

"The exit is ahead," he said, and my heart shook. I had thirsted for it, even prayed thousands of times.

Now, the thing I had been waiting for had happened; the exit had appeared.

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