The Moonlight Swordsman

Chapter 135 Magma Magic

Aizel fought hard against the surviving horde, his swords gleaming in the darkness as he skilfully evaded and parried the beast's blows. He knew he needed to save his mental energy for the final battle against the Grade III monster, so he concentrated on striking his opponents quickly and efficiently.

The Dire Bjorns attacked relentlessly, claws and teeth bared, as they hurled themselves at Aizel with little concern for their own safety.

Despite their ferocity, Aizel remained calm and collected, avoiding their attacks and striking back with deadly precision.

Their battles rang through the surrounding woodland, the air was saturated with the odor of blood and sweat.

Despite the severe wounds and marks covering his body, Aizel continued to fight the horde with all his might.

His blood dripped onto the ground, leaving a trail behind him as he moved through the frenzied beasts. The pain was overwhelming, but he pushed it aside and focused on the task at hand: survival.

He was fighting the horde of Dire Bjorn when he felt a sharp ache as the Grade III monster arrived in front of him. Lightning curled around its body, quickly closing the gap between them.

He was caught off guard when the monster attacked, piercing its claw straight into his already injured shoulder.

With lightning still coiling around its body, the monster bit off Aizel's shoulder and tore away the left side of his arm, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

ARRRGHHH...…..

Aizel's agonizing scream filled the air as he stumbled backwards, clutching the torn remains of his shoulder with his remaining arm.

The pain was unbearable, and he could feel warm blood gushing out of the wound, staining his clothes and the ground beneath him.

"Motherfucker, let's go all out then... He shouted in rage.

The battlefield erupted in flames, with fire pillars shooting up in all directions. Aizel's body was engulfed in crackling lightning, just like the Grade III monster.

It was clear that Aizel had decided to unleash his full power and go all out against his foe.

The air crackled with lightning and fire as Aizel summoned flaming spears, which shot out in all directions, piercing through the horde of monsters.

The monsters died one by one; their bodies were engulfed in magical flames. Aizel's lightning magic became stronger, increasing his frenzy as he continued to destroy his enemies.

ROARRR...…..

The Grade III Dire Bjorn let out a deafening roar and charged towards Aizel.

Their swords and claws collided in a flurry of strikes, sending sparks flying and forcing the ground beneath them to quiver.

They fought with all their might, and as they moved, the monsters in the throng around them fell one by one.

Aizel attempted to subdue the monster with water tentacles, but it proved too quick and agile for his attempts.

His prolonged battle with the Grade III Dire Bjorn became challenging, especially because he only had one hand to fight with. Despite employing his dagger ability, he took more and more wounds as the battle raged on.

Lightning bolts crackled and flashed across the sky, illuminating the battlefield as Aizel deftly dodged the deadly strikes from above and the ferocious attacks of the Grade III Dire Bjorn.

The earth trembled as a Grade II monster charged at Aizel, aiming for his legs. Its claws sank deep into his flesh, throwing him off balance and to the ground.

A swarm of low-level monsters crept towards Aizel, claws, and teeth bared, ready to rip him apart while he was down.

Aizel's senses heightened as time seemed to slow down. He could feel the monster's jaws closing in on him and the thick claws embedded in his legs. The remainder of the swarm was coming in, ready to tear him apart.

"Yes, I have done enough; I should just let it go now." His grip on his sword loosened, his hand trembling as he prepared to accept his fate.

The pain was too much to bear, and the weight of the horde closing in on him was overwhelming.

Memories flooded Aizel's consciousness as he lay on the ground, surrounded by beasts. From Dr. Shelly to Vespara and the woman from his dreams, the faces of those who had become important to him flashed before his eyes.

He remembered Alora, Irene, Emma, the children, and Daisy.

In this world, he had found companionship and purpose, learning magic alongside fellow mages in an institute. The past month had been the most exciting time of his life, full of experiences he had never thought possible.

He can't die yet.

His eyes blazed with determination, he summoned the power of the earth and combined it with intense heat and flames.

The subsequent eruption generated a spreading surge of magma that filled the surrounding area, engulfing the monsters one by one and incinerating them. Their screams resonated as their bodies deteriorated in the blazing heat, leaving nothing but ash behind.

Aizel rose to his feet, and with a flick of his wrist, he conjured magma fireballs that he hurled at the horde of monsters, burning them to ashes.

Aizel locked his gaze on the towering form of the Grade III monster and unleashed his magma fireballs towards it. The air crackled with the heat and sound of the explosive attack.

His magma fireballs missed the Grade III monster, but they burned and dissolved the lower-level creatures around them.

The monsters shrieked and writhed in anguish as their bodies melted away due to the scorching heat of the magma. Meanwhile, the Grade III monster avoided the attack and proceeded on its way to Aizel.

Aizel instantly summoned his prized item, the milky white potion—the mind potion. He wasted no time in uncorking it and chugging it down in a single gulp.

As he sipped the milky white mind elixir, Aizel felt a protective barrier forming around his brain.

He felt a wave of calmness wash over him, sharpening his focus and slowing down time. With his senses sharpened and his thoughts clear, he was ready to confront the Grade III monster with a fury never seen before.