Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 236: Splatter

The tree was confused as to why its target, which should have been twisted beyond recognition, managed to rewind itself. It didn’t like that one bit.

There was also another opponent who couldn’t be instantly turned into a pile of writhing flesh. He was simply too fast for the tree to land a meaningful hit.

The best chance it had was when it revealed its eyes, but that, too, had failed. With few options left, the tree decided to call for reinforcements.

"Shit..." Leon thought he wouldn’t have to do much this time. But four deer approached them from different directions. Egul dashed back to shield the party with a protective barrier.

"Stay alive or kill them all—I need to handle the big one."

Hilda nodded; she could at least do that much. Theia quickly summoned her wolf to help with the deer. They’d done this before, so it should be manageable.

Egul then dashed toward the massive tree. There weren’t many reasons why it would call for reinforcements now. Either it was trying to retreat or powering up.

He had faced mystic users on the border who needed time to prepare devastating area attacks, often guarded by bodyguards to hold off enemies. But they couldn’t match Egul’s impact—he was, after all, a fifth-circle mystic.

Alone, Egul could wipe out an army. The only thing that could match him was another mystic.

Right now, the tree monster was highly exposed. Although its eyes were a deadly weapon, they still needed to focus on him to be effective. The easiest solution was to prevent it from seeing him.

Using his immense strength, Egul kicked down a nearby tree. Wrapping his arms around it, he hurled it toward the monster tree.

Tendrils extended, trying to slice the falling tree in half. But without any sharp edges, the tendrils couldn’t cut it; they could only slow its descent.

Egul trailed right behind the flying tree, keeping himself hidden. As the tendrils struggled to halt the tree’s momentum, he kicked it again, sending it even closer to the monster.

The tree monster opened its eyes, searching for Egul, only to find a massive tree blocking its view. Its eyes began to twist the tree, trying to force Egul out of cover.

But with the tree so close, the eyes couldn’t focus all at once, delaying the effects of the twist.

Egul punched through the tree, sending a shockwave into the monster. It wasn’t as damaging as a direct blow, but it was much safer.

The tendrils writhed, searching for him. Meanwhile, the monster’s horn started thrashing, tearing through the tree and ripping it apart.

But Egul had already inflicted significant damage on the bark-covered flesh. The area he was targeting now had no bark left, exposing only red flesh.

With his speed, he avoided the attacking tendrils and positioned himself near the monster’s exposed red flesh. Coating his fist with mystic power, he delivered a powerful punch.

The impact bent the tree’s flesh like metal under intense heat, splattering its blood across the snow.

The soft flesh couldn’t withstand Egul’s power. The monster shattered apart, its remains bursting like fireworks.

Egul examined the corpse to confirm it was dead, then turned his attention back to his group. His worries were unnecessary; the four deer hadn’t caused them much trouble. Thanks to prior experience, they had killed the deer swiftly.

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Back at the castle, a full day had passed, and the situation was looking worse. More deer had started piling up outside the fortress.

Since they couldn’t move, the people inside were growing increasingly anxious. The malformed deer watched them like animals in a cage, ready to attack if the priest’s pale yellow fire ever went out.

If that happened, the deer would cross the water and clash with them. For now, the fire held them back, but everyone knew it wouldn’t last forever.

They were running out of time.

If the priest exhausted his faith or the oil ran dry, the fire would die out. And the longer they waited, the more deer would arrive.

All they could do was pray that the bridge would be repaired before the number of deer became overwhelming.

Progress on the bridge was slow, as few people actually knew how to build one. They were mostly knights and villagers—one group skilled in fighting, the other in farming.

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Still, the bridge was starting to take shape and seemed sturdy. Reeva felt somewhat optimistic since they still had time.

"Thank you, your holiness," Quin said, approaching him. Reeva, who was overseeing the bridge construction, acknowledged her but gave no specific orders—he was simply observing the progress.

There wasn’t much to do in the castle besides strategize how to escape.

"As I said before, no need to thank me," Reeva replied, not taking his eyes off the construction. "How many days do you think it will take?"

"About two days… three at worst."

While everyone was focused on building, they still needed rest. The bridge didn’t need to stretch all the way across but had to be sturdy enough to support horses and allow many to cross at once.

Reeva glanced toward the other side of the fire pit, and Quin noticed his concern.

"Do you need it done faster?" she asked.

"No, that would only lead to casualties. It just needs to be strong enough."

That was his conclusion. If they rushed, the deer wouldn’t be the only danger—they’d risk the bridge itself failing.

"As you wished" Quin bow his head "Where should we escape?"

Reeva eyes looked at the sky, the muddied sky felt very depessing at the moment. His journy here is to spread his faith but these deer threat is getting out of control.

He would also like a chase Hilda and Theia but it look like this wasn’t possible anymore. If they go deeper he wouldn’t just be at risk but the knight and preist would be too.

And he couldn’t do that not for his own sake.