Chapter 258 The Battle Of The Astral Lamias



As the moon reaches its zenith, casting an ethereal glow over the battlefield, Arthur, Ross, Nadia, Lois, and Monk stand prepared to face the formidable Lamia queen and her minions. The air crackles with anticipation as they tighten their grips on their weapons, their resolve shining in their eyes.

Arthur, empowered by the ancient artifact, the blood sword Excalibur, feels a surge of energy coursing through his veins. His muscles bulge, his senses sharpen, and an overwhelming power surges within him. With the blood sword in hand, he becomes a force to be reckoned with.

The Astral Lamia queen, a seductive and cunning creature, slithers forward, her serpentine body glistening in the moonlight. Her eyes lock onto Arthur, recognizing the immense power emanating from him. She hisses, a sinister smile crossing her lips, eager for the challenge that lies before her.

Suddenly, the sword vibrates intensely in Arthur's hands, resonating with his own heightened power. The runes inscribed on the blade light up in bright crimson, revealing intricate designs that pulse with energy. The hilt of the sword also glows in crimson, while a red aura dances around it like a blazing fire.

The scene is truly mesmerizing, showcasing the peak of craftsmanship. The once dull-looking sword now appears as if it were forged for the gods themselves.

Arthur's teammates are left in awe, their mouths hanging open in disbelief at the awe-inspiring sight before them.

"The Astral Lamias are approaching," Arthur announces to his teammates, a confident smile forming on his face.

"The Astral Lamias?" Ross mutters in a low voice, his eyes widening as he springs up in a flash.

He walks past Arthur, his gaze fixed on the horde of angry Astral Lamias rapidly closing in.

"They're near, and to make matters worse, they're accompanied by their queen," Ross mutters, his voice laced with trepidation, his lips bitten until they bleed.

The words send a wave of panic through the rest of the team, their expressions reflecting their growing concern. Even with the sight of Arthur's mighty sword, they can't help but doubt his ability to overcome the overwhelming odds presented by the Astral Lamias.

"I will take the queen's head. The rest of you should focus on eliminating her minions," Arthur declares, a confident grin spreading across his face.

Ross wants to punch him in the face and berate him for his arrogance, but he can't shake off the instinctual fear he feels towards the strange and powerful sword.

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The rhythmic sound of countless Lamias crawling towards the team echoes through the air, their malevolent presence growing ever closer. Thousands of them, with their upper humanoid bodies and lower snake-like halves, slither towards the battlefield.

"We fight here and slay the queen. Nadia, do not exhaust yourself too much. Keep your energy for teleporting us away in case things take a turn for the worse," Ross instructs, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of concern for his team's safety.

Nadia nods, her eyes filled with determination and trust in her teammates. She knows that their victory depends on their combined efforts.

As the Astral Lamias draw near, the team braces themselves, each member assuming their positions on the battlefield. Arthur stands at the forefront, his blood sword held high, its crimson glow illuminating his determined expression. The energy coursing through him is palpable, an electrifying aura that exudes strength and power.

Ross, his resolve renewed, takes up a stealthy position to the side, ready to strike at the opportune moment. He readies his dual blades, his eyes locked on the approaching Lamias, waiting for the perfect chance to unleash his deadly skills.I think you should take a look at

Nadia stands at the ready, her hands crackling with black miasma. She prepares her teleportation magic, her mind focused on the imminent battle while keeping an eye on her teammates, ready to aid them when needed.

Lois notches an arrow on her bow, her keen eyes surveying the encroaching Lamias. She takes aim with precision, her shots destined to find their mark amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Her skill as an archer is unparalleled, and she will make each arrow count.

Monk, towering above them all, embraces his role as the team's guardian. His massive fists clench tightly, ready to deliver devastating blows to any Lamia that dares come near. His imposing presence alone is enough to intimidate their scaly adversaries.

As the first wave of Astral Lamias surges forward, Arthur unleashes a mighty battle cry, his blood sword leading the charge. With a single swift swing, the blade cleaves through the enemy ranks, severing limbs and spilling dark blood upon the ground. Each strike carries the weight of thick blood aura, and the Lamias fall before him like leaves in a storm.

Ross darts through the chaos, his blades a blur as he targets the vulnerable spots of the Lamias. He strikes swiftly and silently, dispatching them with deadly efficiency. His agility and precision are unmatched, leaving a trail of fallen foes in his wake.

Nadia weaves her magic, unleashing bolts of black miasma that crackle through the air. Lightning arcs from her fingertips, engulfing the Astral Lamias in a storm of destructive power. She moves with grace and fluidity, avoiding their venomous attacks while striking back with lethal force.

Lois's arrows whiz through the air, finding their marks with unerring accuracy. Each shot is true, piercing through the scaly hides of the Astral Lamias and taking them down one by one. Her focused determination guides her aim, leaving a path of fallen enemies in her wake.

Monk's fists pound into the Lamias, delivering bone-crushing blows that shatter their defenses. His massive strength sends shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, leaving the Lamias reeling from the sheer force of his onslaught. He fights with unwavering determination, protecting his teammates with every swing.

Meanwhile, Arthur presses forward, his blood sword swirling vortex of destruction. His every strike sends shockwaves of blood aura through the enemy ranks, leaving a trail of severed bodies in his wake. The red aura surrounding the sword intensifies with each swing, fueled by the blood of the fallen Lamias.

As the battle rages on, Arthur's confidence grows. With each victory, his connection to the blood sword deepens, as if the blade itself responds to his every move. He dances through the battlefield, a whirlwind of crimson power, his strikes precise and devastating without using his innate blood power.

The Lamia queen, witnessing the decimation of her minions, realizes the dire situation she faces. With a venomous hiss, she launches herself at Arthur, her fangs bared and her tail lashing with fury. But Arthur, empowered by the blood sword, meets her charge head-on.

Their clash is an epic display of power and skill. The queen's agility and seductive allure are matched by Arthur's raw strength and unwavering determination. Their swords clash in a symphony of steel, sparks flying with each impact.

With a surge of explosive blood aura from the sword, Arthur delivers a mighty blow that shatters the queen's defenses. The blood sword slices through her flesh, bathing the battlefield in a shower of dark blood. A cry of pain and anger escapes the queen's lips as she crumbles to the ground.

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