I Became A Zompirewolf

Chapter 611 A Battle To Remember For Centuries! (2)

The Priest’s arrogant laughter echoed through the courtroom as he gloated about the power of the unleashed Behemoth, Krathos.

“Behold, fools! This mighty creature will be the end of you! There is no escaping its wrath!”

But as the Priest boasted, a rumble resonated through the room, causing the ground to shake. The Behemoth began to tremble, sensing the chaos and the immense power of its own existence. The Priest’s triumphant expression faltered as he realised something was amiss.

A low growl escaped Krathos, and its once-controlled movements turned erratic. The Behemoth’s eyes glowed with an ominous light, and its massive limbs flailed uncontrollably, smashing against the walls and pillars of the courtroom.

“What’s happening?” The Priest’s voice trembled with uncertainty. “Krathos, listen to me! Obey your master!”

But his words fell on deaf ears as Krathos, now consumed by rage, paid no heed to its former master’s commands. The creature unleashed a primal roar, a symphony of fury that shook the very foundations of the room.

“No, no, NO!” The Priest panicked, but it was only the beginning of his troubles.

Without wasting any time, Ashton sent Balmond over to the Priest to keep him busy while they figured out how to deal with Krathos.

“This is going to be fun…” Ashton shrugged, but his words seemed to betray his expressions.

Ashton, Vulcan, and Flintmace exchanged glances, their expressions filled with determination. Despite the chaos around them, they knew that protecting the empire meant taking down the rampaging Behemoth.

“We have to stop it,” Flintmace declared, his voice cutting through the turmoil. “If we don’t, it’ll bring devastation upon the empire and as much as I don’t wanna admit to it, we need the Orions to fight against the Xyrans.”

“Not to disappoint you, but I wanted to kill the creature from the moment it appeared,” Ashton shrugged. “I kinda need it for my ascension.”

“Stop blabbering and prepare yourselves!” Vulcan reprimanded the two as his axe transformed into his trusty warhammer.

The air was tense as they faced the towering creature and the corrupted Priest, who had lost control over his creation.

Krathos let out a bone-rattling roar, its massive form dwarfing everything around it. Its scales shimmered with dark, menacing energy, and its eyes glowed with an otherworldly fire. The ground quaked beneath its tremendous weight as it prepared to unleash its devastating power.

Ashton’s scythe gleamed with a cold, ethereal light as he took a defensive stance. His eyes locked onto the Behemoth, studying its movements, seeking any weakness he could exploit.

Flintmace hefted his massive sword, its blade gleaming with a dangerous brilliance. His stoic expression belied the anticipation brewing within him.

While Vulcan cracked his knuckles, his hammer pulsating with elemental energy. He was ready to unleash the fury of the forge upon their formidable foe. 𝘰𝑣𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

With a thunderous stomp, Krathos lunged forward, its claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. Ashton reacted swiftly, his scythe deflecting the first blow, but the sheer force behind the attack sent him skidding backwards.

“Hm… I thought the attack would squash you,” Flintmace laughed. “You have gotten better than I thought!”

“Save your praises for later…” Ashton shrugged his shoulders. Had he been a second late in phasing, the creature’s attack would undoubtedly have squashed him.

Flintmace charged in, his sword swinging in a wide arc, but the Behemoth deftly evaded the strike, retaliating with a swift tail swipe that knocked Flintmace off his feet.

Vulcan unleashed a torrent of fire towards Krathos, the flames licking at its scaly hide. But the Behemoth shrugged off the fiery assault, its resilience proving far more significant than anticipated.

With a sweep of its massive hands, Krathos sent Vulcan hurtling through the air, crashing into the remnants of the courtroom.

“We need to figure out its weakness,” Flintmace mumbled, uninjured by the Behemoth’s attack.

“Really? We need a strategy?” Vulcan let out a sarcastic remark. “I never knew the Xyrans could come up with things like that!”

“Of course, you wouldn’t know about it,” Flintmace retorted. “The last time the Xyrans used their brains, we wiped out an entire civilisation, including yours.”

“Enough!” Ashton intervened in between. “You people are supposed to be my mentors, so stop behaving like a bunch of brats and focus on the task at hand!”

Being lectured by their apprentice broke them out of their fog, and they realised they were fighting amongst themselves, not because of their past. But because of the Behemoth’s passive skill.

Since Ashton had turned into his half-Reaper form, he was immune to it, but Flintmace and Vulcan were not, and hence they got into an argument that was about to break into a fight had Ashton not stepped in.

Flintmace’s brow furrowed, his anger subsiding as he realised the truth in Ashton’s words.

He shook his head, a sheepish smile forming on his face. “Wait… what’s going on here again? Why were the two of us fighting amongst ourselves?”

“I can’t believe we fell for such a trick. We’re supposed to be S-rankers.” Vulcan’s shoulders slumped, his fists unclenching as he sighed heavily. “Had it not been for Ashton… we’d have died fighting each other.”

“Yeah, yeah, feel free to thank me later.” Ashton tightened his grasp around his scythe as he said that.

Flintmace and Vulcan exchanged a brief, begrudging glance before nodding as if apologising for what they had said to each other.

Meanwhile, Ashton turned his attention back to the Behemoth. He studied its movements, searching for patterns or any hints of vulnerability. He had faced formidable opponents before, but this creature pushed the limits of their abilities.

“I’ll keep the Behemoth distracted. Ashton, look for an opening!” Flintmace raised his sword, his eyes narrowing with perseverance.

Vulcan cracked his knuckles, sparks of elemental energy dancing around his fingertips. “And I’ll provide support to Flintmace.”

With their roles defined, the trio sprang into action. Flintmace charged forward, engaging the Behemoth in a relentless assault. His strikes were calculated to keep the creature occupied and divert its attention from Ashton.

“Scorching rain might not work on those scales…” Ashton mumbled as his attention fell on the Priest who was busy duelling with Balmond. “However… I do have that bastard with me.”