School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 137 --Fierce Battle
The injured member was still in good condition, but the teammate supporting him had vanished.
A shadow fell over the group’s faces; the battle had been so intense that they hadn’t noticed one person missing.
Moreover, death here meant true death.
Owen, with a grim expression, said, "I slashed off the monster’s arms, and it’s recovered already?"
Willow spoke gravely, "We’ve all seen the monster’s regeneration speed. This flesh fortress is its nourishment chamber."
Just then, a figure burst from the dark corridor ahead, shouting, "He’s a River Crossing Demon spawn, don’t believe her."
Everyone was startled, and upon closer inspection, it was Jiplin, covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply at his side.
He was pointing at Owen.
"Me?" Owen squinted, pointing at himself, incredulous.
"Get lost, what does this have to do with you?" Jiplin glared, waving his hand dismissively, "It ate Loa and is impersonating him."
The Loa standing behind Owen stepped forward, loudly protesting, "No, no, no, he’s the River Crossing Demon spawn. I saw him devour the captain with my own eyes."
The group became bewildered, unsure who to believe between the two.
However, they reacted swiftly, deciding to keep their distance from both individuals until their identities could be confirmed, allowing Loa and Jiplin to face off.
Willow’s fingers sparkled with arcanergy, releasing pale green seeds that landed on both individuals.
After observing for a few seconds, she announced, "Neither changed color."
At her words, everyone took two steps back, distancing themselves from their companions.
Now, the River Crossing Demon knew their identities.
The ineffectiveness of the seeds meant that the River Crossing Demon spawn was beyond their detection capabilities.
Considering the previous test on Feldin’s four was also inconclusive, it was possible that the River Crossing Demon spawn was among them.
Owen looked back at the path they had come from, the footsteps of the Skeletal Golems growing ever closer, sounding like a death knell.
Time was of the essence.
"Did you both witness each other being devoured by the River Crossing Demon spawn?" Owen asked.
Loa, with eyes reddened, yelled, "The captain died horribly, his body completely swallowed whole. Then the captain’s face appeared on its face. I couldn’t bear to look any longer and ran away."
Jiplin, infuriated, pointed at Loa and shouted, "Nonsense! I saw with my own eyes as the monster chewed off your arms, first the left then the right..."
He suddenly choked up, unable to continue.
The memory was like a nightmare he didn’t wish to revisit.
Jiplin, lips pursed and face pale, said, "The point is, Loa is truly dead, and he can’t be resurrected."
Immediately, Owen swung his blade towards Loa, the sword’s light streaking like a ribbon.
Loa jumped back in time, indignantly exclaiming, "Why do you believe him? I’m the real one."
Owen’s eyes sparkled with a golden light as he rapidly closed in on Loa, then unleashed Fingertip Lightning.
Fingertip Lightning.
The thunder spread like the roots of a great tree, wrapping around Loa.
With a swift motion, green blood sprayed from Loa’s body.
"It’s because your blood is green," he said nonchalantly.
Paralyzed by the lightning and wounded by the strike, Loa let out a pained cry.
Seeing this, the others understood the gravity of the situation and joined in, surrounding Loa for an attack.
Once Loa was dead, the Skeletal Golem legion behind him would be without a master, and the flesh fortress would collapse on its own.
Loa seemed to smirk coldly, his body slightly leaning forward.
Like shedding its skin, the River Crossing Demon spawn effortlessly slipped out of its Loa disguise.
In the moment its ghastly face was revealed, it spat out a stream of green slime.
Given their close proximity, Owen had no chance to dodge and could only lift his arm in front of his eyes for protection.
A severe pain erupted on his face, as if splashed with potent acid, forcing Owen to cry out in agony.
This pain, as if burrowing into his marrow and soul, was even more excruciating than physical obliteration.
The talent of the River Crossing Demon spawn they had killed in the stomach seemed to have been inherited by the youngest.
Despite the pain, Owen’s hand did not hesitate with his blade, slashing down fiercely.
Loa, unafraid, grabbed his wrist and slammed him towards the ground.
Simultaneously, a pair of claws emerged from beneath the earth, clutching Owen’s ankles tightly and dragging him down with force.
The two River Crossing Demon spawns acted in perfect coordination, aiming for Owen’s life.
They constantly monitored Owen’s team, understanding well that his death would plummet the team’s morale, naturally leading to their defeat.
The monsters, with minds and efforts unified, exerted a strength beyond the ordinary.
Amid the cries of alarm from his team, Owen’s lower body was already buried in the earth.
The back of the youngest River Crossing Demon spawn, targeted by various spells and weapons, was already a mess of green blood and mangled flesh.
Feldin even conjured a wooden spear, impaling it through the creature.
Willow, Brawny, and Jiplin struggled to pull Owen from the ground, desperately trying to extricate him from the earth’s grasp.
Ignoring its pain, the River Crossing Demon spawn snapped the wooden spear piercing its chest with a palm strike, then backhanded Feldin, sending him flying three meters away into a stone wall.
It then roared skyward, as if calling out to something.
The distant Skeletal Golems, hearing the summons, tripled their advance speed.
Their footsteps became a chaotic cacophony, dizzying to the mind.
The River Crossing Demon spawn, spurred by its wounds, displayed ferocious might, battling furiously against everyone without faltering.
With a divine bloodline coursing through its body, coupled with the home-field advantage of the flesh fortress, it was a vanguard that grew more formidable the longer it fought.
Its strength was overwhelming, and its combat techniques seemed innate, as if born with them.
Brawny, with his muscular frame, was sent flying a meter away with shield and all, while Monkey, caught off-guard by a strike, spat blood and fell, unable to rise.
While it was entangled, Owen was successfully pulled from the ground.
He watched as a barrage of arcanergy was unleashed towards the River Crossing Demon spawn from within the walls, grinding his teeth in frustration. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Unexpectedly, the underground River Crossing Demon spawn, lacking in intellect, still clutched Owen’s leg, pulling its head above ground in the process.
Was Owen about to show it any courtesy?
With a swift motion, an enchanted slash skimmed the ground, decapitating the creature’s head.
"Pick it up, quick!" Willow shouted.
Owen, disregarding the acid on his face, rolled to secure the spawn’s head, daring not let it touch the ground.
Should it fall, the eldest would absorb it, turning it into nourishment.
Even more, the eldest could absorb the talents of its siblings, which was utterly perverse.
It was already monstrously powerful; they couldn’t allow it to gain an ability to pull in victims at will.
However, Owen soon felt a severe pain in his eyes and couldn’t help but press them tightly, emitting a low cry.
Willow scattered a handful of medicinal powder, then a pale green arcanergy passed over Owen’s eyes, bringing a sensation of cool relief.
Owen felt much better, enduring the sharp pain to open his eyes.
Through his left eye, he saw only reds and whites, unable to form a proper image.
The acid had seeped into his eyes, and it was only his remarkable resilience that prevented complete corrosion of his flesh.
"As long as you’re alive, that’s what matters," Willow comforted him by the side.
"Once we get out, your eyes will recover, if we can get out, that is..."
Her voice trailed off softly, but Owen still heard her.
Now was not the time for pessimism.
Owen paid no mind, turning his attention to the corpse of the River Crossing Demon spawn, which Jiplin had now seized and pinned to the wall with a long spear.
The corpse was kept at a distance from the wall, ensuring no contact.
The cave couldn’t possibly draw energy through the air, could it?
Owen impaled the demon’s head on the spear.
At that moment, the Skeletal Golem army finally reached them.
The youngest of the demon spawns leaped into the midst of the Skeletal Golems.
Surrounding it, dozens of Skeletal Golems converged, quickly forming into a figure radiating with a gray-white luminescence.
Jiplin, with a grim expression, said, "Here we go again. This bone armor is impervious to magic. To fight it, we can only rely on combat techniques."
It seemed he had suffered greatly at the hands of the youngest, his face now filled with resentment.
The skeleton’s armor was exceptionally tight, with even its joints sprouting sharp spikes, transforming the blood-soaked demon spawn into a fearsome bone general in an instant.
It raised its sword, and the Skeletal Golem army surged forward as if driven by a desperate resolve, their momentum formidable.
Clearly, its patience had run out; it now sought to quickly end the battle and revel in its spoils of war.
The group’s arcanergy surged, as they brought their signature skills to bear.
Owen, wiping the blood and sweat from his face, thought only of meeting the first charging Skeletal Golem with a swing of his blade.
...
Frigid Summit Harbor.
Thirteen streaks of light swept across the sky from the horizon, strikingly visible against the dark polar sky, resembling shooting stars.
Upon landing, each light revealed itself to be an elder wearing the robe of a student.
Easley, in their presence, dared not show any pride, bowing his head as he spoke:
"My lords, I have failed in my duty."
Elders from the Grand Magus Academy, including Eldrich, Leopold, and Elwin, had come in person.
Eldrich, evidently held in high esteem among the grandmasters, was the first to speak:
"Tell us precisely what happened."
"This is a level 6 magic array·Soul Draining," Easley said, lips pursed.
"We have yet to locate the source of the formation."
