NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 249: The Core

John was about to dive for the artifact when Michael screamed.

"Guys, get away from the spider! I’m going to unleash a spell."

Michael’s hands began to glow with a strange red light and a bestial roar echoed through the cavern.

"Beast Berserk."

An aura spread out from Michael, its effect was palpable as his men became emboldened and rushed towards the spider with renewed vigor.

With the help of Michael’s Beast Berserk, the men were able to withstand the onslaught of the giant cave spider. Their weapons and spells were effective against the beast, and it wasn’t long before they had the upper hand.

As Michael and his men continued their assault, John took the chance to sneak around the battlefield and get closer to the artifact.

’I have to get my hands on this before Michael does,’ he thought, his eyes locked on the orb. He had underestimated Michael. His Beast Berserk skill was formidable, and he couldn’t be certain of the outcome if he were to fight him one-on-one.

His body moved carefully, keeping close to the shadows and avoiding the battle that raged on.

The spider lunged at one of the men, its fangs dripping with venom. The man attempted to dodge, but was unsuccessful, and the spider’s jaws sank into his flesh. He cried out in pain as the venom coursed through his veins, rendering him immobile.

With a loud, satisfying thwack, another man swung his axe at the venomous spider crawling up the victim’s leg. The sharp edge sliced through its body, and it fell to the ground in two pieces. Breathing heavily, he helped the grateful man to his feet.

"Stay away from the bite," he warned.

Michael’s men fought valiantly, their combined efforts allowing them to wound the spider but not deal the fatal blow.

John’s eyes never left the artifact.

He was now only a few feet away. He could reach out and grab it if he wanted to. But that would mean revealing his presence and exposing himself to the battle raging before him.

The men’s screams were beginning to fade as they started losing consciousness from the poison. The spider’s venom was taking its toll, and the effects were beginning to wear on them.

’Ah, screw it,’ John thought and his figure emerged out of the shadow enveloped in a haze veil. He sprinted straight for the artifact and grabbed it.

"John!" Michael yelled, his voice full of rage.

"John, you bastard. How dare you!" he bellowed as his figure lunged towards John’s location.

"Don’t move, Michael," John warned.

John was quick on his feet, and he’d managed to position himself away from Michael.

’It’s too dangerous to fight here with all these spiders and possibly more to come,’ John thought and smirked.

’I guess it’s time to try out my new skill.’

His fingers curled into a pistol shape, and he aimed them squarely at Michael’s chest. His arms trembled with excitement as his finger twitched on the imaginary trigger.

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"Bang."

An invisible force, a powerful and electrifying surge, erupted from the tips of his fingers. It struck Michael with an intense impact, sending him flying through the air and tumbling back with uncontrolled force. His body flailed as he struggled to regain his balance, fighting against the unseen attack that had taken him by surprise.

The spider, its hairy legs skittering across the ground with lightning speed, scuttled towards Michael. Its eight soulless eyes glinted in the dim light, hungrily seeking out its weakened prey. With a menacing hiss, it lunged at Michael, fangs bared and ready to strike.

A sharp cry of agony pierced the air as its razor-sharp teeth sank into Michael’s flesh, drawing blood from his vulnerable body. His vision blurred as he felt a dizzying rush of venom coursing through his veins, paralyzing him with pain and fear.

"You bastard," Michael snarled.

John’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk as he summoned the power of Maria’s Artillery Strike. With a flick of his wrist, dozens of shimmering orbs materialized around him and shot forth like a stampede of wild horses, crashing against the walls and ceiling of the dimly lit cave. The impact echoed through the cavern as sparks and debris flew in every direction, creating a chaotic storm of light and sound.

John couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as he unleashed this powerful skill, revelling in the sheer force and destructive beauty of it all.

John scoffed, "Suckers," and grabbed the artifact. He wanted to inspect it, but first, he had to get out of the crumbling cave.

As the walls shook and stones rained from the ceiling, John sped towards the exit with haste, leaving Michael and his men to their fate. He didn’t need to kill Michael and his men, so it was pointless to stay there.

John’s heart pounded in his chest like a jackhammer as he sprinted towards the narrow opening of the abandoned mine. His legs burned with exertion, his muscles straining to keep up with his rapid pace. The inky darkness of the tunnel flew by in a blur, the only sounds echoing through the empty space were his ragged breaths and the pounding of his feet against the hard ground.

Fear surged through him, spurring him on as he desperately sought escape from whatever horrors lay behind him in the depths of the mine. Every fibre of his being propelled him forward towards the light at the end of the tunnel, a glimmer of hope amidst the suffocating darkness.

As he stepped into the light, a cool breeze brushed against his skin, a stark contrast from the sweltering heat and stagnant air of the mine. The tension in his body eased slightly as the fresh air filled his lungs. However, he knew there was no time to rest, as his mission was still incomplete.

"The core."

With the core in his possession, he hurried back towards the base and held the core in his hands.