BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 1140 The battle for Maynard Island (17)

1140  The battle for Maynard Island (17)

Monica's eyes narrowed. Since she received the shot in the shoulder, she tried to find where the sniper was. The guy was a real concern. He landed a hit on her earlier, even though she was riding the undead wyvern, and that thing didn't go slow. Quite the opposite. The sniper was skilled and dangerous if he could do something like that. She had to get rid of him.

Without warning, once she was sure of the guy's position, she yanked on her mount's reins, directing the undead wyvern toward a small hill at the battlefield's edge.

In hindsight, it was clear the sniper had to be on the hill. The only problem was to pinpoint its exact location.

Erik cursed as he realized what she wanted to do. Emily posed a real threat to Monica—while he could be kept at bay by the wyvern's overwhelming power, a well-placed shot from Emily could end the battle instantly without the third division commander being able to do anything.

<She can't allow that…>

"Stop!" Erik unleashed a barrage of wind blades toward the diving wyvern. The creature's massive tail whipped around, dispersing the attacks into harmless gusts.

Erik's wind blades weren't as effective against the undead as he hoped. The creature's body was rotting; that was true, but that didn't mean the wyvern's scales weren't as durable as they were when the creature was alive. It was still a wyvern, after all. Instead of cutting deep, the wind blades only tore at the wyvern's decaying skin. This caused little damage to the creature overall, and since it didn't feel pain, it didn't stop.

Monica smirked. "Is someone I shouldn't kill there?"

Monica's smirk ignited a fire in Erik's chest. The arrogant curve of her lips and the gleam in her eyes radiated confidence and disdain, stoking his fury. "I'll kill you!"

But in truth, the wyvern was gaining more and more ground. He didn't know if Emily and the others noticed Monica heading for them, but even if they did, there was no way they could escape in time if he didn't give them the time.

<She's faster than I thought,> Erik realized he needed to pour more mana into his next attack. The problem was that to make significant damage to the wyvern, enough to stop it in its tracks, Erik needed to use a huge chunk of it. But it didn't matter. Emily, Amber, Mira, and June were more important.

The air itself seemed to crystalize as he formed dozens of wind blades, each one sharp enough to slice through steel. This time, there was no doubt the wind blades were going to cut through that thing. <I need to aim at the wings…>

Monica sensed the surge of power behind her. The amount of mana Erik was moving was astronomical, and it was impossible for her not to notice. Her eyes widened as she felt the sheer amount of mana Erik was willing to use to stop her, but that only made her want to kill the sniper more.

"Fuck…" Banking sharply, the creature avoided the first of the attacks, then the second. Erik couldn't throw a barrage to Monica, or he would consume all his mana, so he used only what he needed to prevent the woman from going toward the four. The wind blades sliced through the space where Monica and her mount had been moments before.

<That was close,> Monica thought.

Erik seized the momentary distraction to send a message to Amber. <Get out of there now! She's coming for you!>

<We saw! Keep her off us for 30 seconds!>

The Chimaeric Demons were going to shapeshift, but not into flying thaids, or Monica would notice them. They needed to go down the hill on foot and reach the base, hiding behind the trees growing on it. But that required time.

<30 seconds? I don't know if I can give you 30 seconds!>

Erik focused his attention on Monica.

The aerial chase intensified as the woman urged her mount toward the hill. The wyvern's powerful wings drove them forward at terrifying speed, while Erik pursued close behind, unleashing attack after attack to slow their advance.

Monica gritted her teeth in frustration as another of Erik's attacks forced her to adjust course. "You're persistent," she said, "but whoever is there will die by my hands, and it will be your fault!"

The wyvern banked around a particularly vicious wind blade, its decaying wings straining with the effort. Erik launched another concentrated wind blade, aiming for the wyvern's left wing. The undead barrel-rolled, but not fast enough—the blade sliced through a portion of its wing membrane. However, the damage seemed inconsequential as the beast continued its advance, and that didn't even last for long since Monica immediately healed the creature. Yet Erik still gained precious seconds.

"Why so desperate?" Monica asked, her voice carrying over the howling wind. "Are your friends there?"

Erik combined fire and wind into a devastating cyclone. The super-heated air roared toward Monica and her mount, forcing them to veer right. The attack gave him some more precious seconds, but the hill still grew closer.

Monica wasn't going to just let Erik attack, though. She was still trying to kill or catch him, after all, and ordered the wyvern to attack. The undead's black flames got vomited from its enormous jaws, forcing Erik to dodge. He used Warp to teleport above the blast, but Monica had anticipated this. The wyvern's tail whipped, nearly catching him off guard.

Time slowed as Erik activated Time Freeze. The drain on his mana reserves reached astronomical levels at that point. He twisted away from the tail's path, launching ice spikes at the wyvern's wings. Several of them found their mark, but the creature's momentum carried it forward regardless of the damage. Though it had some problems flying before Monica healed its wounds.

<Fifteen seconds.>

Erik followed up with a barrage of lightning bolts.

Monica got angry as Erik's attacks forced her to change direction again. She was very close to the hill now.

After a grueling chase, the wyvern finally hovered over the hill. With a guttural roar, it unleashed a torrent of flames, setting the entire area ablaze. Monica's maniacal laughter echoed across the battlefield, a chilling sound that cut through the crackling inferno.