OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 250: Attacking Blind

Chapter 250: Attacking Blind

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'Ah...'

Emir quickly realized what Morgiana had done.

When the coldest of ice instantly met a hot flame, a steam explosion would occur.

He was absolutely certain that Morgiana had done such a thing.

And sure enough, the explosion expanded before them, engulfing the surroundings in a whirlwind of searing heat and freezing mist.

Through the chaos, Emir protected his companions with his Aetheric Shield.

Eventually, it all subsided.

The once-frozen landscape gave way to flowing steam, subtly revealing the aftermath of Morgiana's spell-a scene of utter destruction and disarray.

Zerathar's throne lay broken, its limbs frozen and shattered into countless icy fragments. Emir and Ragnar were stunned by the sheer magnitude of power that Morgiana had displayed. That truly was a spell worthy of being cast by a Celestial under the banner of Glacial Weavers. As Emir looked back at the girl to thank her for a job well done, he saw her as a fallen, Aether- less mess.

Exhausted, she rested on the ground while showing a thumbs up to them.

'Well, that can be saved for later...'

Ragnar nudged Emir, quietly asking the obvious.

Emir nodded and dashed forward, his hair floating wildly due to the dissipating mist.

The man with the flailing beard followed right after making sure that Morgiana would remain safe.

Not needing to speak a word, both ran through the fallen limbs that scattered the ground and into the fog.

The chamber pulsed with tension as Emir and Ragnar faced the now-transformed Zerathar.

Its once monstrous shape morphed into the deformed semblance of a human, with black worms covering every part of it.

This new form could only be described as contorted, almost as if every elongated limb were broken.

It seemed almost skeletal, with sinewy, shifting patterns coursing at the edges of what should've been its hands and feet.

The creature's eyes remained as swirling pools of darkness, while its visage showed obvious agony and...

Anger?

No, not anger but frustration.

A portrayal of suffering was etched into its appearance.

'Interesting...'

Emir, whose plan has reached its climax, readied himself while wielding his twin swords, poised for attack.

The monster's transformation into a human state meant that its Aether reserves had decreased by a substantial margin and that it couldn't be in its strongest form any longer.

A situation similar to that of the Maligorth he faced two years back.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be!"

Ragnar, with an air of thrill, responded and prepared his portals.

"I attack; you defend."

"Roger."

'Aether Overload.'

With those words, the final onslaught began.

Emir, whose body emanated strength higher than that of a Champion but not that of an Exarch, darted forward.

"DIE!"

He blinked in between the worms that left the Zerathar before him, his movements precise. His twin swords sliced through the air, meeting those that he couldn't dodge. Ragnar, on the other hand, advanced slowly, creating portals that served as barriers against the Tyrant's attacks while taking cover behind them at each point he moved forward.

His focus wasn't only on defense, however, as he kept one of the two portals he could conjure solely to attack their opponent.

The Zerathar, nimble and evasive, dodged Ragnar's slow-moving attacks, sidestepping the portals effortlessly.

However, the creature found itself continuously at the mercy of Emir's relentless Aether constructs.

With each sword, Emir aimed to cripple the monster, his constructs cutting through its shifting form.

"You'll die first!"

Seemingly having enough, the Zerathar focused all his attention on Emir, attacking with hundreds of worms.

Many left directly from his body, but even more sprouted from the ground.

Snap!

In an instant, Emir disappeared, and Ragnar appeared in his place after he snapped his fingers.

The snake-like worms stopped in their tracks, and then, a moment later, a portal appeared that swallowed them all up.

This gave Emir the perfect chance to attack.

"Flash Step."

Emir materialized right before the Zerathar and swung down his twin swords, his blades a

bright dark.

"Kneel."

"DAMN YOU-"

They clashed against the Tyrant's defenses, an illusion of a sword held by one of its 'broken'

hands.

His power made the monster kneel for a moment, but it bounced back, its strength surpassing

his.

Emir quickly stepped back, disengaging from the battle of strength, then kicked up with his right, causing the sword to fly away from the monster's hand.

Worms spawned and immediately converged towards the sword, but before they could reach it, another portal appeared.

Zerathar's gaze returned to Ragnar, but it couldn't do anything as Emir's swords were already

upon it.

Bang!

Another clash caused it to fall back, yet Emir didn't give it the chance to retaliate this time. Each of his strikes flowed into the next, aiming for its Aether cores.

"YOU ARE BUT A MERE CANDIDATE!"

Emir then met a full-on confrontation with its illusion as a gravity field held his body down.

Snap!

But not for long, as they swapped positions once again.

Ragnar, equally ferocious, destroyed the illusion with his portal while simultaneously

attacking the monster.

His teleportation ability enabled a constant rotation that kept the Tyrant off-balance.

Emir worked as the main damage dealer, while Ragnar's transitions and solid defense worked in tandem, allowing them to capitalize on each other's strengths.

Unlike Ragnar's portals, Emir's Aetheric shield couldn't defend against the Tyrant.

Snap!

Emir reappeared before it, kicked its chest, and then took the monster's sword away from it.

It was a blade filled with spike-like worms that pulsed every second.

"Idiot."

Zerathar, who assumed Emir's stupidity, had the worms expand from the sword and attack

him.

Snap!

A snicker escaped Ragnar's mouth as he watched Emir appear behind the Zerathar.

With a clean strike, Emir cleaved its head off with its own sword causing it to disappear from

his hands soon after.

Tsk!

The Tyrant's lone head clicked its tongue as it quickly regenerated its body from the neck

down.

'Bingo!'

Emir now knew that the head housed its Aether cores, so he looked at Ragnar and silently

conveyed his intentions.

They both nodded at each other, and Ragnar snapped his fingers.

The attack that once neared Emir was blocked by Ragnar as they exchanged places.

Emir kept moving forward, and soon his swords landed on the monster.

It was blocked, but he didn't stop.

A stab, another stab, a wide double swing-then he pivoted on his left foot and stretched his

arms above his head.

Like a coiled spring, he brought and cleaved the monster in two.

All of that happened in under a second, and the Zerathar that just regenerated couldn't handle

the speed at which Emir attacked.

Its head, which flew above, was then pierced by a series of small arrow constructs, turning it

into mush.

What remained of the monster splattered into the ground, as if it were a blob of goo.

After a second of silence, Ragnar breathed out while asking:

"That's it?"

'Ah... dammit.'

Emir readied himself to attack.

"No-"

Flash!