Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 463 : Fifth Floor: The Molten Cavern of Lava Lizardmen (7)
Sylus and Cyrus regrouped, flanking the remaining lizardmen. Sylus yelled out, "We need to split them up! They're stronger together!" He darted toward one of the winged creatures, drawing its attention with a feinting hit. As the lizardman lunged at him, Cyrus moved in from the side, his blade glowing with aetheric power. He slashed at the creature's wings, severing one and grounding it.
Jesua, meanwhile, unleashed a wave of shadow magic that corralled the remaining lizardmen into a tighter space. "Now!" she shouted. Sylus and Cyrus moved in tandem, their blades flashing as they worked together to take down the cornered enemies.
Sylus launched himself into the fray, his frost sword slashing in wide arcs that forced the lizardmen to defend. He ducked under a swinging claw, pivoted, and delivered a powerful upward strike that left frost trailing in the air. Cyrus followed up, his aetheric blade spinning in precise patterns as he targeted the joints in their armor. The combined assault overwhelmed the lizardmen, forcing them to retreat momentarily.
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Their brief respite was interrupted as a massive lizardman, twice the size of the others, descended from above. Its wings were broader, its molten armor adorned with intricate runes that pulsed with energy. It let out a deafening roar, shaking the ground beneath them.
Sylus, Cyrus, and Jesua traded a glance. "That's not good," Cyrus muttered.
The creature charged, its movements deceptively fast for its size. It swung a molten mace, the weapon leaving trails of fire in its wake. Sylus just barely dodged, the heat singeing his armor. He retaliated with a frost wave, but the lizardman shattered the ice with a single swing of its mace.
Cyrus attempted to flank it, unleashing a string of quick slashes. The lizardman spun, its tail whipping out and sending Cyrus sprawling. Jesua stepped in, her shadows forming a massive spike that drove into the creature's back. It roared in pain but remained standing, turning its fury toward her.
The trio regrouped, circling the lizardman. "We take it down together," Sylus said, his voice firm. They moved in unison, their attacks coordinated to exploit its weaknesses. Sylus drew its attention with a feint, allowing Cyrus to land a devastating strike on its exposed side. Jesua followed up with a burst of shadow magic that engulfed its legs, slowing its movements.
Despite its strength, the lizardman began to falter under their relentless assault. The fight was far from over, but the trio's determination burned as fiercely as the molten landscape around them.
As the trio moved deeper into the lava-filled village, they stumbled into an open courtyard where the air grew unbearably thick with sulfur. A sudden, guttural growl echoed from the surrounding molten structures, and from the shadows emerged a pack of lava drakes—smaller, sleeker cousins of dragons, their scales glowing as if molten lava coursed through their veins. They were quadrupedal, with sharp, hooked claws that clinked against the stone and glowing eyes that tracked every movement with predatory precision.
The first drake lunged at Cyrus, its maw wide open, revealing rows of jagged, obsidian-like teeth. Cyrus sidestepped and swung his aetheric blade in a diagonal arc. The blade connected, carving a glowing line across the drake's side, but the creature barely flinched, its lava-infused resilience absorbing most of the blow. Before Cyrus could follow up, the drake whipped its tail around, forcing him to duck as the tail swept through the air, narrowly missing his head.
Two more drakes darted toward Sylus and Jesua simultaneously. Sylus raised his frost sword, slashing downward in a powerful, two-handed strike that sent shards of ice cascading toward the nearest drake. The shards hit their mark, momentarily freezing the creature's forelimb, but the second drake pounced, forcing Sylus to roll to the side. As he recovered, he thrust his blade upward, driving the frosted steel into the underside of the second drake's jaw. A hiss of steam erupted as the frost clashed with the creature's molten body.
Jesua, meanwhile, faced the largest drake of the pack. It lunged with incredible speed, its glowing talons slashing toward her. She dissolved into shadow, reappearing behind the beast and wrapping tendrils of darkness around its limbs. The drake thrashed violently, dragging her forward despite her magical grip. "Stubborn lizard," she muttered, before conjuring a shadow spike and driving it into the drake's hind leg.
The drakes began circling, their glowing forms creating an intimidating pattern of light in the dim courtyard. Sylus shouted, "Form up! Don't let them separate us!" The trio moved into a triangle formation, back to back, keeping the drakes at bay with sweeping strikes and bursts of magic.
Cyrus took the lead in keeping the drakes at a distance, using quick, precise slashes to force them back whenever they got too close. When two of the drakes lunged simultaneously, he leapt into the air, using aetheric energy to propel himself higher before slamming down with a shockwave that scattered the creatures.
Sylus focused on creating opportunities, using his frost magic to slow the drakes' movements. He swung his blade in a wide arc, releasing a freezing wave that coated the ground in slick ice. One of the drakes slipped, its legs giving out as it crashed to the ground. Sylus capitalized on the moment, driving his sword into its chest with a powerful downward thrust.
Jesua, meanwhile, harried the drakes with a combination of shadow manipulation and strategic strikes. Her tendrils lashed out, wrapping around the neck of one drake and yanking it off balance. She vaulted onto its back, plunging a dagger of pure shadow into its glowing spine. "Keep them coming!" she taunted, a wicked grin on her face.
The drakes adjusted their tactics, becoming more coordinated. Two of them flanked Cyrus, snapping at him with molten jaws while a third launched a stream of searing flame in his direction. Cyrus spun his blade, creating a barrier of aetheric energy that absorbed the flames, but the distraction allowed one drake to close the distance. It pounced, pinning him to the ground.
Sylus saw the danger and hurled a frost-covered dagger, the blade embedding itself in the drake's shoulder. The frost expanded, forcing the creature to release Cyrus, who rolled to safety and retaliated with a devastating upward slash that cleaved the drake's neck.
Jesua faced off against two drakes simultaneously, her movements fluid and precise. She ducked under a swiping claw, spun, and lashed out with a shadow tendril that wrapped around one drake's hind leg. With a flick of her wrist, she yanked it into the path of the other drake's flame attack, causing the two creatures to collide in a fiery mess.
From the shadows emerged a drake twice the size of the others, its body glowing with intense heat and its wings trailing embers. It let out an ear-splitting roar, the sheer force of which staggered the trio. The pack seemed to rally around their leader, growing more aggressive.
The leader drake launched itself at Sylus, its claws outstretched. Sylus braced himself, raising his frost sword to block the attack. The impact sent shockwaves through his arms, but he held firm, frost magic radiating outward and slowing the creature's movements. "Cyrus, now!" he shouted.
Cyrus leapt onto the drake's back, driving his blade into the base of its wing. The creature roared in pain, thrashing wildly as Cyrus clung on, using aetheric energy to keep himself anchored. Jesua seized the moment, sending a gigantic swell of shadow spikes toward the pack, forcing the other drakes to scatter.
The battle raged on, each movement a calculated dance of survival as the trio fought to push deeper into the lava drakes' fiery domain.
The battle against the lava drakes intensified as the trio continued their relentless push through the fiery domain. Each step forward felt like a small victory in a war where retreat was not an option. The drakes, emboldened by their leader's presence, attacked with greater ferocity, their molten scales shimmering like living fire.
Sylus shifted into a defensive stance, his frost sword glowing coldly in contrast to the searing heat around him. A drake charged at him, its claws swiping downward with the speed of a falling meteor. Sylus sidestepped at the last moment, bringing his sword up in a sweeping arc. The frost-coated blade met the drake's claw, ice spreading rapidly across its arm. The beast snarled, its movements slowed by the numbing chill.
Using this opening, Sylus planted his foot firmly and pivoted into a spin, slashing horizontally across the drake's midsection. The frost blade left a deep gash, steaming as the molten flesh recoiled from the cold. Another drake lunged from behind, but Sylus dropped into a crouch, its claws passing inches above his head. He rolled forward, coming to his feet and thrusting his sword backward in a blind stab, the blade piercing the drake's thigh. It roared, limping as it withdrew, but Sylus didn't let up. He turned, pressing the advantage with a series of rapid strikes aimed at its legs, further hampering its mobility.
