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Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 506: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (25)
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With a flash of radiant energy, Jesua leapt forward, using the current of the water to propel herself into the perfect position. Her body twisted mid-air, and she brought her blade down in a precise, downward arc, aiming for the Behemoth's underbelly, where its armor was weakest.
The blade connected with a blinding flash of light, the radiant energy searing into the creature's hide, leaving behind a glowing mark. The Behemoth hissed in pain, recoiling slightly, its body shuddering from the force of the attack. For a brief moment, it faltered—its defensive stance wavered—but it was not finished. The massive jaws snapped back into position, and the creature immediately charged again, its momentum unstoppable.
Jesua, however, was ready. She shifted her weight, darting backward just in time to avoid the Behemoth's next devastating bite. She spun gracefully in the water, using its natural flow to propel herself behind the creature, landing lightly on the back of its spine.
Jesua's movements were fluid and calculated. The Behemoth's form was large, but its bulk worked against it in the tight confines of the cavern. She could feel the water currents around her—an advantage she knew she could use to her benefit. The Behemoth's enormous body, while powerful, made it somewhat unwieldy in these waters, and Jesua knew she could use this to her advantage.
In the blink of an eye, she had moved behind the creature, keeping low to the water as she sliced through the air. Rapid, successive slashes from her blade cut into the Behemoth's thick armor, leaving glowing scars across its armored back. Each slash was executed with deadly precision, each glowing strike a beacon of light cutting through the darkness of the abyss.
But just as she pressed the attack, the creature's tail whipped back toward her with an almost unpredictable speed. Jesua twisted just in time, narrowly avoiding the tail's thunderous strike as it cleaved through the water beside her. With a fluid motion, Jesua twirled her blade, sending a burst of radiant energy toward the Behemoth's tail. The burst of energy seared through its armored scales, leaving behind a trail of glowing, sizzling marks.
The Flesh Ripper Behemoth howled in pain, its tail jerking and thrashing in the water. Jesua took this opportunity to close the distance, her blade flashing once more in a series of rapid, graceful slashes aimed at the soft spots between the creature's armor. Quick and deadly, she landed another blow to the Behemoth's exposed belly, and this time, the radiant strike left a deep, glowing cut across its flesh.
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The creature let out another guttural roar, its tail swinging once more, but Jesua was already on the move again. She dodged, diving beneath its body and swimming into the water, only to reappear on its other side—this time, she was closer to its legs, aiming for the joints between its heavy armored plates. With a single, final strike, Jesua pierced the weak point in its underbelly, the blade sinking deep into its flesh.
The Flesh Ripper Behemoth let out a deafening screech as the radiant energy from Jesua's strike surged through its body, sizzling and burning its innards. The creature twitched, then slowly began to sink into the water, its massive form losing the will to fight.
Jesua, panting from the exertion, watched the creature's final moments. But her gaze never left the battlefield, always scanning for the next threat, knowing the battle was far from over.
The Abyssal Warfiends were terrifying and elusive. Standing at over seven feet tall, their humanoid forms were shrouded in swirling shadows that seemed to absorb the light around them, making them appear as dark silhouettes against the glowing blue abyss. Their faces were adorned with three piercing, glowing eyes—each of them gleaming with an unsettling, otherworldly light. The Warfiends' massive tridents crackled with dark energy, each strike accompanied by an eerie hum, as if the very weapons themselves were imbued with a malevolent force that sought to tear through anything in their path.
But the true terror of the Warfiends came from their ability to phase in and out of existence. Their bodies shimmered with a flickering, distorted effect, as if they were never truly solid, making it nearly impossible to track their movements. One moment they would be standing in front of their enemies, and the next, they would be a blur of energy, fading into the surroundings and striking from seemingly impossible angles. Their movement was disorienting and unpredictable, and even the most skilled warriors would struggle to land a blow on these formidable foes.
Cyrus found himself locked in combat with one of these terrifying Warfiends. The creature's trident gleamed as it lunged forward with a ferocious slash, the three blades crackling with dark, crackling energy. Cyrus's eyes narrowed as the Warfiend's movements became a blur of shadow and light, making it difficult to even track where the creature was coming from. But he was prepared. As the Warfiend's trident descended toward him, Cyrus swung his own trident, meeting the creature's weapon in a deafening clash. The impact reverberated through the water, sending ripples in all directions.
But the Warfiend's body absorbed the force of the strike. Its shadowy form seemed to ripple and distort, as if the very essence of the creature was composed of dark energy. With a wicked grin, the Warfiend twisted its trident, the movements so fluid and unnatural that it felt almost as though time itself bent around the creature. In a split second, it swung its trident downward, aiming directly for Cyrus's exposed side.
Cyrus's senses were sharpened. He saw the attack coming, his battle-honed reflexes kicking in just in time. Dropping low, he narrowly avoided the strike as the blades of the trident whistled through the water above him. The momentum of the Warfiend's attack left it momentarily off balance, and Cyrus didn't waste a second. He pivoted on his heels, his trident already thrusting forward with unmatched speed and strength.
The trident shot forward with deadly precision, aiming directly for the Warfiend's chest—its heart. However, just as the weapon should have pierced the creature's body, the Warfiend's form flickered out of existence. It phased into the surrounding shadows, the trident passing harmlessly through empty space.
Cyrus's trident embedded itself deep into the sand of the ocean floor, and he quickly yanked it free, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he could react, a shadow passed behind him—just a flicker in the water, but he knew it was the Warfiend. His senses screamed that danger was imminent.
The Warfiend, now behind Cyrus, raised its trident for another strike. The creature's movements were fluid, as if it were gliding through the water with the ease of a predator. But Cyrus was ready. With a sharp twist of his body, he brought his trident upward and sideways to meet the Warfiend's blow. The shaft of his trident slid across the enemy's weapon, blocking the incoming strike at the last moment.
The force of the collision sent shockwaves through his arm, but Cyrus remained grounded, his focus absolute. The Warfiend's trident twisted in a flicker of shadow, trying to break through his guard, but Cyrus's trident remained firm. With a sudden spin, he used the full weight of his trident's shaft to knock the Warfiend off-balance. The creature's feet slid on the ocean floor, its trident flailing as it tried to regain control.
Seeing an opening, Cyrus charged forward. In a move as fast as a strike of lightning, he swept his trident low, aiming to take out the Warfiend's legs and destabilize its already shifting form. The Warfiend tried to phase again, but this time, Cyrus was too quick. He struck just before the Warfiend could phase into the shadows, the trident sinking into its side with a crackling burst of dark energy.
But the Warfiend was not so easily defeated.
The creature's body flickered again, and the shadowy energy around it flared up, pushing Cyrus back. The Warfiend's three glowing eyes locked onto him, and it let out a low, guttural hiss, as if mocking his efforts. The creature reformed itself, rising from the water with even more intensity. It was learning, adapting—becoming faster, more elusive.
Cyrus, however, was not intimidated. With a growl, he steadied his trident, his muscles tightening, ready for whatever came next. He knew the Warfiend's phasing ability was its greatest strength, but he had one last trick in his arsenal. With a sharp command, he unleashed a surge of crimson lightning from his trident, the arcane energy crackling through the water.
The lightning shot forward, creating a barrier of electricity that surrounded him in a protective sphere. When the Warfiend tried to phase into the shadows once more, it was met by an unexpected shock as its body collided with the electric field. Sizzling energy arced through its form, forcing it to reappear in its solid state, paralyzed from the surge.
Cyrus seized the moment.
With one final lunge, he drove his trident straight into the Warfiend's chest, the point of his weapon meeting the heart of the creature. A crackling explosion of dark energy erupted from the wound, sending ripples through the water as the Warfiend let out one last, enraged roar before its body collapsed, lifeless.
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