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Chapter 377: 377
Chapter 377: 377
Chapter 377: 377
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After going through the post-drama scenes of overacting, Leon decided to step out to have the feel.
SWISH!
A small vortex appeared.
As Leon stumbled out of the vortex, his foot crushed the wriggling mass of maggots beneath him.
The blackish blood splattered around, the sickening sound drawing the attention of nearby maggots. They began to swarm, their movements frantic and unnerving.
A profound, almost palpable aura emanated from Leon's body, creating an invisible barrier that seemed to push back against the writhing creatures.
The air around him crackled with an intimidating energy. His instincts were on high alert, his body responding to the residual horror of the Vortugon. Goosebumps erupted all over him, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.
"What is this?"Leon muttered as he could feel the entire place pulsating. As he looked closely, he felt as if the entire gigantic thing was a single living entity.
He didn't know what he was messing with and just how powerful this thing is.
More than that, how did this piece of shit ended up here?
So many mysteries were hung here but Leon shook his head. His eyes flashed with rare solemnity.
Leon's aura blazed with a storm of raw energy, an invisible force that pressed against the writhing maggots and formed a protective barrier around him. The cavern seemed to react to his presence, its oppressive atmosphere parting before his formidable energy.
With a fierce, determined look, Leon raised his hand and called out, "Exitus!"
In response, a massive blackish great sword materialised in his grasp. The blade glowed ominously, casting a menacing light that cut through the darkness.
As Leon wielded the sword, the air around him seemed to shiver in fear, reinforcing his dominance and readiness for the impending battle.
"It has been quite long since I used you, isn't it.Let's see if you have become dull.."
The black sword quivered as if telling that it hadn't become dull at all.
Master, just use it.
Leon's grip tightened around the massive black sword, its ominous glow reflecting his fierce determination. The cavern's oppressive atmosphere seemed to pulse with his rising energy. With a forceful swing, he slashed the air, and the blade cut through the darkness with a blinding flash.
The sword's arc cleaved through the monstrous, pulsating mass of Vortugon's flesh. The impact was immediate and thunderous.
A deafening blast erupted as the blade met the fleshy mass, causing a shockwave that rippled through the cavern. The force of the slash was so intense that it felt like a dam bursting, unleashing a torrent of dark, viscous slime.
The cavern trembled violently as the black, slimy substance surged forth from the gash in the mass.
The sludge poured out in torrents, cascading down the cavern walls and spreading across the ground like a monstrous, living flood.
The slime's movement was chaotic and relentless, forming grotesque shapes as it engulfed the already polluted environment.
The Vortugon's mass quivered and convulsed in response to the attack, its numerous mouths emitting a cacophony of grotesque, gurgling sounds.
The pulsating flesh began to churn violently, its surface writhing with newfound vigor as it struggled to counter the damage inflicted.
Leon's eyes remained locked on the grotesque sight, his expression a blend of grim satisfaction and wary vigilance
The sheer volume of the expelled slime created a suffocating miasma that made the air heavy and oppressive. Yet, Leon's aura acted as a formidable barrier, pushing back against the rising tide of the disgusting fluid.
As the flood of slime spread, it formed monstrous, writhing blobs that slithered and crawled toward Leon.
These newly emerged entities exuded a menacing, dark energy, twisting and shifting with an unsettling rhythm.
Leon's sword, still glowing ominously, cut through the advancing blobs with a fierce, determined grace, slicing them into writhing masses.
"Let's see how you handle this!" Leon shouted, his voice echoing through the cavern as he prepared for the next assault.
The black sword glowed fiercely, its power amplified by Leon's power of darkness.
The cavern's dark and nightmarish ambiance seemed to intensify, a testament to the scale of the conflict unfolding within its depths.
Leon raised his sword, preparing for another decisive strike against the monstrous mass of Vortugon
. The blade's ominous glow cut through the murky darkness as he aimed to deliver a powerful slash. However, just as he was about to swing, the cavern erupted in a sudden, violent
movement.
From the gaping wounds and the pulsating mass of Vortugon, thousands of slimy, serpentine tentacles shot forth like a grotesque tidal wave.
The appendages surged through the cavern with terrifying speed and precision, their slick, glistening surfaces reflecting the dim light from Leon's sword.
Leon's eyes widened in alarm as the tentacles advanced toward him with a relentless, undulating motion.
He was momentarily frozen, the sheer scale and speed of the attack taking him by surprise.
The tentacles writhed and twisted in the air, their tips extending and curling with a menacing
intent.
Realizing the immediate danger, Leon snapped out of his hesitation. He swung his sword in a wide arc, attempting to cleave through the incoming onslaught.
The blade collided with several of the tentacles, slicing through them with a powerful slash.
The severed appendages fell to the ground in a slick, wriggling heap, their dark substance splattering across the cavern floor.
Despite his efforts, more tentacles emerged from the Vortugon's mass, pressing forward with an overwhelming force.
They moved with a horrifying speed and coordinated precision, converging on Leon from all directions. The cavern's oppressive atmosphere seemed to thicken as the tentacles closed in, creating a suffocating, nightmarish pressure.
Leon's aura flared brightly as he intensified his defense.
His movements were a blur of calculated strikes, each swing of his sword cutting through the advancing tentacles.
However, the sheer number of appendages and their relentless assault made it a grueling
battle.
The tentacles coiled and wrapped around him, their slimy surface cold and unyielding against
his skin.
Leon gritted his teeth, his focus narrowed as he fought off the encroaching mass. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of the Vortugon's core or a vulnerable spot within the monstrous entity. The hollow place shook with each clash of his sword against the tentacles, the resonance of the battle echoing through the nightmarish space.
With each successful slash, the tentacles that were severed seemed to dissolve into the ever- growing pool of black slime.