Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Spectral Death Strings

Aengus slowly dismounted from the three-headed Hydra, his every movement exuding a quiet, lethal grace. He walked to the frontline of his legion, where his subordinates stood ready, their eyes fixed on the enemy forces ahead. His expression remained calm, unreadable, betraying no hint of emotion as he surveyed the battlefield.

"Master, I have successfully combined Spectral Spider Web, Soul Drain, and Deathly Grasp to create a new technique: Spectral Death Strings ability. It's highly effective against large numbers of targets, but the energy consumption is a little high," Manas, his ever-present guide and strategist, spoke within his mind.

Aengus processed the information, his eyes narrowing slightly. "So, you couldn't synthesize it with Gluttony of Darkness?" he asked, his thoughts calculated and measured.

"Apologies, Master, but you currently lack the sufficient energy required for that synthesis," Manas responded with a hint of regret.

"Hmm... How much mana does it require?" Aengus inquired, his tone curious yet composed.

"Approximately 50,000 mana," Manas informed him.

"Why is the energy requirement so high?" Aengus asked, his gaze still fixed on the enemy forces, though his mind was deeply engaged in the analysis.

"Master, it's because the abilities you are attempting to combine are of royal bloodline origin. Such abilities inherently require a significant amount of energy to integrate with lower-level bloodline skills," Manas explained, its tone matter-of-fact.

"I see," Aengus acknowledged, his understanding deepening as he considered his options. "Then tell me, what are the chances of winning this fight?"

Manas took a fraction of a second, calculating the odds with precision before replying, "95.78%, Master."

Aengus nodded slightly, the odds more than satisfactory. He exuded an air of quiet confidence as he prepared to unleash his full might against the Naganian forces.

Aengus gave the command telepathically to his legion, and within moments, his forces surged forward with terrifying speed and precision.

"Awoooo!" The Hellfire wolves howled, their cries echoing across the battlefield.

"Neigh! Neigh!" Undead horses reared, their hollow eyes glowing with a malevolent light as they charged ahead, skeletal warriors mounted on their backs. The spectral spiders scuttled forward with lightning speed, their movements fluid and deadly.

But Sienna had the upper hand. She was stronger now, having undergone a physical upgrade after synthesizing with the Hellfire Wolves. She had personally requested Aengus not to disfigure her Medusa form through the mutation caused by the synthesis, and he had obliged, thanks to Manas's assistance.

Now, with her enhanced strength and the new ability to harness Hellfire, Sienna's power was on a whole new level. Her scales gleamed with a fiery intensity, and the heat radiating from her body made the air around her shimmer.

As they struggled, Sienna let out a wicked laugh. "You have no idea what you're up against. I've become more than just a Medusa now"

"Huh? What do mean by that?" The other Medusa felt a bad premonition as she began feel hot all around her body.

Without a word Sienna unleashed a burst of Hellfire, flames erupting from her body and engulfing her opponent.

"Argh! Hellfire? But how is that possible?"

The other Medusa screamed in agony, her flesh searing under the intense heat. Sienna tightened her grip, her strength bolstered by the flames, and began to crush her enemy with relentless force.

The battle was over quickly. The other Medusa's body went limp, her once proud form now a smoldering, charred husk. Sienna released her lifeless foe, letting the body fall to the ground with a dull thud.

She looked down at her fallen kin with cold satisfaction. "This is what happens when you underestimate me. You should have known it bitch."

With a flick of her tail, Sienna turned away from the corpse, only to be confronted by a towering demon—a Naga far more powerful than she had anticipated. "Uh, what bad luck!," she muttered under her breath.

The Naga loomed over her, releasing a breath of poisonous miasma, intent on corroding her to death.

"Die, you traitorous whore! How dare you kill my partner! You're dead," the Naga bellowed, his voice dripping with menace.

Sienna's heart plummeted as she braced herself against his overwhelming strength, pouring every ounce of power she had into her defense.

But in the next moment, she witnessed a chilling sight—the Naga's body convulsed, then crumpled to the ground with an ear-piercing shriek. The horrifying scene sent a shiver down her spine.