Novel Full Chapter 927: The Realm of Ice Elves (23)
Chapter 927: The Realm of Ice Elves (23)
Before she could pull back, he yanked his spear free, spun it behind his back in a sweeping arc, and slammed the blunt end upward—directly into the joint of her secondary limb.
The bone-crunching impact sent a deep crack splintering through the armor, and Cy followed up immediately, slamming his shield into the weakened point with the force of an avalanche.
The Queen stumbled, shrieking in pain, but even as Cy prepared to press the attack, her glistening wings snapped outward.
Before he could react, a cyclone of ice and razor-sharp frost shards blasted outward.
The sheer force lifted him off his feet, sending him hurling backward. He gritted his teeth, twisting midair to absorb the landing, but the shockwave still sent him skidding across the battlefield, his boots cutting trenches into the ice.
Cy growled, rolling his shoulders as he rose to his full height once more, black tendrils flickering hungrily around him. He could feel the Queen’s eyes locked onto him, enraged.
He smirked, gripping his spear tighter. Good.
"Orion!" he called, already preparing for their next maneuver. "Let’s break this monster apart—together!"
Bella spun her staff in a sweeping arc, embers cascading from its tip as the vortex of her Inferno Maelstrom raged against the Queen’s frost breath. The blizzard roared, but her fire raged hotter, the collision of the two forces turning the battlefield into a seething storm of steam and cinders.
Her sharp eyes flickered through the mist, catching the gleam of Findir’s Void Dagger embedded deep within the Queen’s joint. An opportunity.
With a flick of her wrist, she formed a Firebolt in her palm, its heat pulsing wildly. She whipped her arm forward, sending the blazing projectile streaking through the veil of steam, its fiery tail burning through the frozen air.
The Firebolt struck the Void Dagger dead-on.
For a moment, there was a stillness—a heartbeat of silence—and then the dagger’s volatile energy detonated.
A violent explosion of darkness and flame erupted from the Queen’s joint, sending icy fragments and freezing ichor spraying across the battlefield.
The Queen’s monstrous wail split the air, a shriek of pain and fury as her left limb faltered, her immense weight shifting dangerously.
Bella didn’t stop moving.
With the Queen momentarily staggered, she dashed forward, heat radiating from her body as her Flame Spirits flanked her on either side.
She thrust her staff downward, slamming its base into the ice, and a shockwave of fire erupted outward, melting the slick battlefield into unstable, slushy terrain.
The Queen, already unbalanced from her injury, struggled for footing, her massive form sinking slightly into the softened ground.
"Orion! Cy! Now!" Bella called, seizing the moment to tip the battle in their favor.
As she spoke, the Queen screeched, her remaining limbs slamming into the ice, sending a fresh storm of frost erupting into the air.
But Bella was already moving.
She vaulted back, using the recoil from her staff to launch herself skyward. Her Flame Spirits followed, spiraling around her, their bodies merging together into a single, feral entity of pure fire.
Above the battlefield, Bella thrust her staff high, calling forth her next attack.
"Ignite!"
The massive fire spirit plunged downward, its burning maw open wide, aiming straight for the exposed joint of the Queen’s faltering leg.
The battlefield was about to erupt in flames.
Aisa moved like a whisper in the storm, her Ghost Step carrying her forward in an ephemeral blur. The battle around her was a chaos of fire, frost, and steel, but she was untouched—a phantom dancing through the maelstrom.
As Bella’s explosion sent cracks ripping through the Queen’s chitin, Aisa reappeared in the chaos, directly beneath the towering beast.
Her daggers pulsed with spectral energy, their edges wreathed in a ghostly glow, ready to tear through the fissures in the Queen’s armor.
She launched herself upward, twisting her body mid-air as she lashed out with a whirlwind of slashes, her blades cutting in a rapid, razor-sharp rhythm.
Slash. Turn. Slice. Twist. Strike.
Her movements were fluid, precise, relentless—each cut digging deeper into the already-compromised plating. Frozen ichor spurted from the wounds, misting into the air as the Queen let out a keening wail.
The momentum of Aisa’s attack sent the Queen into a violent recoil, her massive form jerking away in pain.
Aisa, expecting the reaction, adjusted instantly.
She used the force of her final slash to pivot mid-air, planting both feet against the Queen’s thrashing leg.
With a powerful push-off, she flipped backward, tucking her body into a tight spin, landing effortlessly on the ice.
She barely had time to exhale before she sensed the attack coming—the Queen’s massive tail, a spiked blur of frozen death, whipping toward her with lethal speed.
Without hesitation, Aisa Ghost Stepped again.
In an instant, she phased out of existence, vanishing into mist as the Queen’s tail slammed into the spot she had occupied only a heartbeat before, shattering the ice into jagged shards.
A second later, she reappeared ten feet away, kneeling on the ice, her spectral daggers still humming with power.
She didn’t stop moving.
With the Queen still reeling from pain, Aisa saw another opening. She sprinted forward, her form flickering in and out of the material plane, her daggers primed for another ruthless strike.
The Queen had no idea where the Spectral Executioner would strike next.
The battlefield churned with fury—a maelstrom of ice and fire, steel and shadow. The Frostbound Queen loomed over them all, a living blizzard of death and hunger. Her colossal frame trembled as she unleashed another deafening screech, the sound resonating through the ravine like an avalanche given voice.
Her crystalline carapace pulsed with veins of cold energy, the icy glow within her form flickering as if responding to the battle itself. Despite the wounds she had suffered—the fractured joints, the charred plating, the bleeding cracks where steel and fire had struck true—she remained relentless.
Far from defeated, she grew more frenzied, more desperate, like a cornered god of frost and death.
With terrifying speed, her six serrated limbs lashed out in all directions, each strike like a guillotine of ice-hardened chitin, capable of rending stone and steel alike.
The Queen’s wings beat violently, sending a shockwave of razor-thin ice shards outward. The air howled with the force of a blizzard given shape, a swirling wall of frost that turned the battlefield into a frozen nightmare.
Visibility dropped instantly.
The warriors found themselves moving on instinct alone, their bodies trained to fight even when sight failed them.
But the Queen could see.
Her multi-faceted eyes burned with glacial light, cutting through the blizzard with unerring clarity.
She lunged forward, her monstrous form tearing through the storm, aiming to impale Orion and Cy in a single, sweeping strike.
And the battle raged on.
The Queen’s claw crashed down, a monstrous avalanche of chitin and frost, its impact splitting the ice in jagged fractures beneath Orion’s boots. The sheer force threatened to grind him into the ground, his muscles straining against the unrelenting weight. But he did not falter.
With a roar of defiance, Orion angled his shield, redirecting just enough of the force to avoid being crushed outright. The impact sent a violent shockwave up his arms, but he gritted his teeth, holding firm.
Another claw swept in from his side, a razor-edged limb seeking to carve through his ribs.
Orion twisted sharply, his shield already swinging in a controlled arc. The steel met chitin in a deafening clash, redirecting the Queen’s limb just enough to send it scraping across the ice instead of his body.
Opportunity.
The moment her balance shifted, he surged forward, his greatsword flashing upward in a brutal diagonal slash. The enchanted steel burned with magical energy as it screamed against her icy armor, sparks and shards of frost bursting outward from the impact.
But her chitin was thick—far too thick for a single cut to break through.
Already, another claw speared toward him, aiming to impale him through the chest.
He reacted on instinct.
Sidestep.
His body turned sharply, the deadly point of the claw slicing past his ribs by a mere fraction of an inch.
Shield slam.
He threw his weight into the motion, his shield slamming into the Queen’s wrist joint with bone-jarring force. The limb jerked outward, her attack deflected just enough to throw off her balance.
He had done more than defend. He had forced her onto the backfoot.
Now, his allies had the window they needed.
As Orion’s shield locked with the Queen’s claw, Cy took his opening, his spear poised like a lightning bolt ready to strike. He lowered his stance, every muscle coiling like a spring before he exploded forward, a blur of motion against the frozen battlefield.
The Queen sensed his approach.
With a shriek of fury, she reared up, her massive body looming over him like a collapsing glacier, aiming to crush him beneath her mountainous weight.
But Cy was already in motion.
He dropped low, rolling beneath her as her enormous bulk rose, the ice cracking in protest where she had been a moment before. His spear lashed out mid-roll, its darkened edge flashing like a fang of the abyss, and he drove it upward into the weakened joint in her plating—one of the fissures left by Aisa’s earlier strikes.