LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Chapter 211: Immortals

Arrows sliced through the air with deadly precision, each one finding its mark as the sky darkened with the onslaught of Asura fire.

Lyerin's eyes narrowed as he watched his warriors and the girls beside him fend off the incoming barrage. But even with their speed and strength, the precision and sheer volume of the attacks overwhelmed them.

Corora had barely managed to stabilize her sister Cornelia when another arrow whistled through the air.

It struck her leg, sending her crashing to the ground beside her twin.

The impact forced a sharp cry from her lips, and the two sisters lay sprawled in the dirt, blood staining their clothes.

"Huh?" Lyerin's attention was piqued, his eyes seeing through the chaos.

But before he could react, another arrow descended like a black streak, aimed at Maria, the fierce warrior with short, raven hair.

She had been cutting through the weaker Asuras, her natural ability making her untouchable—until now.

The arrow struck her in the back with terrifying accuracy.

Maria fell mid-swing, her sword clattering to the ground as she collapsed, gasping for breath.

One by one, the rest followed.

Elena, with her unmatched agility, had dodged several volleys, her movements like a blur, but an arrow finally caught her mid-leap.

It pierced her side, and her body tumbled through the air before crashing into the earth.

Lydia, the strategist of the group, had been using her wits to outmaneuver the Asuras. But no amount of planning could stop the rain of arrows.

One struck her in the arm, sending her spinning to the ground. She gritted her teeth, trying to rise, but another arrow followed, slamming into her thigh and dropping her back to the ground.

Fiona, Emily, and Natalie, who had been fighting valiantly alongside the Pig Orcs, suffered the same fate. Each one struck by the Asura's relentless arrows, their bodies falling lifelessly to the battlefield.

The scene was devastating. What had once been an invincible force of powerful warriors was now a battlefield littered with fallen heroes. Blood seeped into the dirt as the girls lay motionless, their breaths ragged, their strength fading.

Sophia, the only one still standing, hesitated, glancing toward Lyerin as the arrows continued to rain down. She had always been strong, always been resilient, but the sight of her comrades falling one by one made even her falter. She dodged another volley of arrows, but it was clear the tide had turned.

The Asuras, relentless in their assault, were closing in. Their dark forms moved like shadows through the battlefield, silent and deadly. They had seen the momentary weakness, the collapse of Lyerin's strongest warriors, and they pressed forward with deadly intent. It was now or never.

And yet, through it all, Lyerin remained calm.

He stood in the middle of the battlefield, arrows whizzing past him, his arms still crossed, his face expressionless. Despite the chaos, despite the sight of his warriors falling, he did not flinch. His gaze swept over the battlefield, taking in every detail, calculating every movement.

"Is this all you've got?" Lyerin muttered under his breath, his voice low and calm, almost mocking.

The Pig Orcs, sensing their leader's confidence, fought on with renewed ferocity. They hacked and slashed at the approaching Asuras, their strength undiminished despite the onslaught. But the arrows kept coming, and the ground was littered with the bodies of both Pig Orcs and Asuras alike.

Sophia finally reached Lyerin's side, panting from exertion. "Lyerin… we need to regroup. The others—"

"I know," Lyerin interrupted, his voice still eerily calm. "But this isn't the end."

His eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto the approaching Asuras, who were now confident in their victory. They believed they had won. That they had broken the Stonehooves Tribe's spirit by taking down its strongest warriors.

But Lyerin saw it differently.

"This is just the beginning," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with an ominous certainty.

Even as the Asuras advanced, even as his army struggled to hold the line, Lyerin did not move. He did not shout orders or rush to defend the fallen. He simply stood there, watching, waiting, his mind as calm as still water.

His thoughts were already several steps ahead, plotting the next move, the next counterstrike. The battle wasn't over. Not yet.

A faint smile touched the corner of his lips, cold and calculating.

The Asuras thought they had won.

They had no idea what was coming next.

As Lyerin stood motionless in the center of the battlefield, he could hear the wind howling through the blood-soaked plains.

The Asuras, sensing their impending victory, closed in, their deadly weapons raised high, ready to deliver the final blow to the last remnants of the Stonehooves Tribe.

The girls lay scattered across the ground, their bodies motionless, with arrows protruding from their limbs.

The Pig Orcs, wounded and beaten, had fallen, their blood mingling with the earth below.

But Lyerin remained calm, his gaze cold and unreadable as he surveyed the scene. The Asuras sneered at him, confident that his time had come.

They believed they had crushed the mighty Stonehooves Tribe, broken its spirit, and were now moments away from claiming their victory.

And then, Lyerin raised his hand.

There was no grand gesture, no dramatic outcry—just a single, subtle motion.

The Asuras paused for a moment, confused by the lack of resistance. But what happened next froze them in their tracks.

From the battlefield, the bodies of the girls—Corora, Cornelia, Maria, Elena, Lydia, Fiona, Emily, and Natalie—began to stir.

Slowly, one by one, they stood up, their limbs creaking as if awakening from a deep slumber.

The arrows that had pierced their bodies fell to the ground, disintegrating into dust. The wounds they had suffered closed before the Asuras' disbelieving eyes.

Corora rose first, her eyes glowing with a fierce light, followed by Cornelia, who stretched her arms with newfound strength.

The others followed suit, their bodies swelling with power, their sizes doubling.

Their once-slender frames were now towering, their muscles rippling with new force.

The Pig Orcs, too, began to rise.

Their once-fallen forms jerked upright, the bloodstains on their skin vanishing as they grew larger, their strength doubling with every passing second.

Their tusks elongated, their eyes gleaming with fury as they clutched their weapons, now more formidable than ever.

The battlefield was no longer a graveyard—it had become a resurrection.

Lyerin's lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched the transformation unfold before him. He muttered softly, his voice carried by the wind, "The third ability of the Stonehooves Tribe… Immortal lives."

The Asuras, who moments before had been brimming with arrogance, now stared in shock and horror. This was not what they had expected. They had come prepared for a slaughter, believing their superior tactics and strength would wipe out Lyerin and his tribe. But now, the tides had turned in a way they couldn't comprehend.

One of the Asura assassins, Feun Leafenbled, blinked in disbelief. "This is impossible!" she hissed, her serpentine eyes darting between the resurrected warriors.

Beside her, Shana Rayearth, the time-manipulating warrior, gritted her teeth, her reality-warping powers faltering under the weight of what she was witnessing. "No one told us about this… How can they be immortal?"

Lyerin lowered his hand, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "You thought this was over," he said, his tone as calm as ever. "But you were mistaken."

Without warning, the newly empowered Pig Orcs charged.

Their massive forms thundered across the battlefield, weapons raised high.

They crashed into the Asuras with devastating force, their blows sending shockwaves through the ground.

The once-deadly Asura soldiers, who had been cutting down the Pig Orcs with ease, now found themselves completely outmatched.

Every strike from the Pig Orcs was fatal.

Their speed, their power—it was all overwhelming. Where the Asuras once cut through their ranks, now they were being driven back.

One by one, the elite Asura warriors were being decimated, their bodies flung aside like rag dolls as the unstoppable Pig Orcs tore through them.

Feun Leafenbled attempted to slip into the shadows, her form disappearing into the mist. But Corora, her senses heightened by her newfound strength, anticipated the move.

She lunged forward, grabbing Vira by the throat with a speed that defied logic.

With a bone-crushing grip, she slammed the assassin into the ground, the impact shattering the earth beneath them.

Shana Rayearth tried to manipulate time itself, slowing down the movements of the Pig Orcs and Lyerin's resurrected warriors. But even her powers faltered.

Maria and Elena moved through the temporal distortion as if unaffected, their massive bodies crashing through the slowed reality and delivering devastating blows that sent Xalia flying.

The rest of the Asuras, those who hadn't already been crushed under the sheer force of the Pig Orcs, found themselves on the defensive, retreating in desperation as the resurrected girls unleashed their fury.

Fiona and Emily, wielding their enhanced abilities, cut through the Asura lines like wildfire, their movements precise and deadly.

The battle that the Asuras thought they had already won was turning into a nightmare.

Lyerin remained suspended in the air, his arms crossed, watching the carnage unfold below him.

He didn't move—he didn't need to.

The power of the Stonehooves Tribe was being fully unleashed, and it was more than enough to obliterate the Asuras who had dared challenge them.

And then, in a final devastating display of power, the Pig Orcs and the resurrected warriors combined their might for a final push.

A massive wave of energy surged across the battlefield, sweeping the remaining Asuras off their feet and into oblivion.

The ground trembled as the force of the blow shattered the earth, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.

The Asuras, once so confident in their victory, were gone. Their elite warriors, their assassins, their tacticians—none had survived the onslaught.

Lyerin's calm gaze swept over the battlefield, now littered with the remnants of the fallen Asuras. His warriors, stronger than ever, stood victorious, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of battle.

But despite the carnage, Lyerin remained unnervingly calm.

He had anticipated this.

He had known from the beginning that the Asuras, for all their might, would not be enough to defeat the Stonehooves Tribe.

Not when the tribe had unlocked its third and most terrifying ability—immortal lives.

And so, with the battlefield won and the Asuras vanquished, Lyerin lowered his hand, signaling the end of the battle.

His voice, as cold and emotionless as ever, rang out over the silence.

"It's over."