Chapter 104: Mysterious call

Chapter 104: Mysterious callAs the battle raged on, Apollo’s movements became blurry and untraceable because of his speed. He evaded the rhinoceros beast’s charges, countered the serpent beast’s venomous strikes, and avoided the ape beast’s powerful blows. His swordsmanship was flawless; each strike was calculated and deadly.

Apollo’s resolve hardened as he began to combine his swordsmanship with his unique chilling Ice Cold life force. His sword, Frost Star, began to glow with a brilliant white, crystal-like aura. The aura was not only mesmerizing but also exuded a formidable power.

The beast commanders hesitated for a moment, sensing the drastic increase in Apollo’s strength. The aura Apollo released now was like a chilling sword, so intense that even they, mindless, ferocious beasts devoid of the sense of life and death, started to quiver.

Apollo’s determination grew stronger. With a burst of energy, he launched a powerful attack, aiming for the serpent beast’s head. The sword in his hand seemed to cut through space and freeze time.

The serpent-beast commander, known for its slippery and agile movements, was immobilized by mysterious sword power. Apollo’s sword moved with unimaginable speed and struck true, piercing through the beast’s skull, which was harder and sturdier than most low-grade extraordinary weapons, ending its life.

The rhino beast commander, its eyes burning with a mix of fear and rage, charged at Apollo. Its massive frame thundered towards him, but Apollo was ready. With a swift, fluid motion, he sidestepped the charge, his glowing silvery sword slicing through the beast’s thick hide with ease.

The sword’s icy aura froze the surrounding area, leaving a trail of frostbite on the beast’s wound, slowing its movements.

The ape beast commander, witnessing this, let out a roar of fury and lunged at Apollo with its immense strength. Apollo met its assault head-on, his inhumane body and enhanced swordsmanship with a space-freezing icy aura allowing him to deflect the beast’s powerful blows, creating a small ice mountain.

Other warriors and soldiers on the battlefield were utterly shocked by the battle between Apollo and the beast commanders. His display of strength and skill was awe-inspiring.

Apollo, his every move a testament to his training and innate power, fought with relentless determination. His mighty physique, combined with his exceptional swordsmanship and the space-freezing aura of his sword, made him a formidable opponent. He seemed to have no weaknesses; his speed and strength were matched only by his precise and deadly attacks.

The ape-beast commander, despite its immense power, struggled against Apollo’s unyielding assault. Apollo’s swordsmanship was a fluid dance of death, his strikes leaving trails of icy destruction in their wake.

The ape’s ferocious blows were met with equal force and deflected with such precision that they created an icy barrier, a testament to Apollo’s control over his power.

His every move was met with gasps of awe and admiration from the other warriors. He was a force of nature, a warrior whose strength and skill knew no bounds.

In a thunderous display of power, Apollo unleashed a final, devastating attack.

"Sword Ray!"

His sword, glowing with an icy aura, fired a gigantic, ice-cold sword beam that cleaved through the air with blinding speed.

The strike hit the ape-beast commander with such force that it created a shockwave, sending icy shards in all directions. The ape’s roar of fury was cut short as the sword beam severed its head, the body collapsing in a heap at Apollo’s feet.

With one more beast commander down, Apollo turned his attention to the remaining one. It hesitated; even when it had lost its mind, its animalistic instincts were still sensing the danger and warning them. Apollo’s strength, speed, and swordsmanship were unmatched.

He met the remaining beast commander head-on, his every move a blur of speed and precision.

The slightly injured rhino beast commander, seeing another beast commander fall, let out a thunderous roar and charged. Apollo met its onslaught with ferocious determination, his swordsmanship a blur of deadly precision. He expertly targeted the rhino’s weak points; his strikes were swift and merciless.

Despite the rhino-beast commander’s thick hide and immense strength, they were no match for Apollo’s enhanced abilities. With a series of decisive strikes imbued with a freezing aura, he froze the rhino from the outside in. Finally, Apollo severed the beast’s head, its massive form collapsing at his feet.

With all three beast commanders defeated, Apollo stood tall amidst the battlefield. However, his victory wasn’t easy—he had deliberately refrained from using his full powers, relying instead on precise and controlled movements to conserve his energy.

Maintaining this restraint amidst the chaos required immense concentration and control, a feat few could achieve on such a tumultuous battlefield.

His victory encouraged the others, as he fought vigorously against three beast commanders and won.

But the stronger warriors knew that the battle in the sky would ultimately determine the fate of the city. They could only hold on and hope that the City Lord and the Hunter Guild Branch President would win the decisive battle.

Up in the sky, the battle raged on as the City Lord and Hunter Guild President faced the mysterious foe, who wielded terrifying power and an arsenal of tricks.

As they fought, they sensed that their opponent wasn’t taking the battle seriously. After summoning two dangerous dark creatures, the foe didn’t make a single move, yet these summons alone were already formidable enough to hold them back.

The City Lord and the Hunter Guild President exchanged glances, their expressions tense yet determined. They could sense that their opponent was holding back, perhaps testing their strength or waiting for the right moment to strike. The dark creatures summoned by their foe loomed ominously, their presence alone enough to create a barrier between them.

In the midst of the battle, the City Lord’s mind raced with strategies. They needed to find a way to break through their opponent’s summons and confront him directly. The Hunter Guild President, his aura surging with determination, was ready to unleash his full power against their mysterious foe.

But the mysterious person didn’t seem to care; from the beginning, he showed no fear toward them, as if they were never his enemies to begin with.

"Finally, blood is calling it."

The entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped in an unknown magic circle, slowly absorbing the seeping blood on the ground and calling forth something.

Apollo, amidst the chaos of battle, sensed a presence. His mind received signals he couldn’t quite understand or put into words. All he knew was that something was emerging—something that called to him.

The eerie feeling persisted—a subtle tug in his mind, urging him to pay attention to the unfolding events around him. The blood-soaked ground seemed to pulse with an unseen force, drawing Apollo’s attention as he continued to fend off the relentless attacks of the beasts.

The battlefield was a cacophony of clashing swords, the roars of beasts, and the cries of warriors. Yet, amidst this tumult, Apollo’s focus sharpened on the source of the strange sensation. His sword, still aglow with the Ice Cold life force, hummed with energy, resonating with the unease that gripped him.

The magic circle, absorbing the spilled blood, seemed to be reaching a crescendo, its arcane energies coalescing into a palpable presence. The air grew heavier, charged with an ominous anticipation that even the seasoned warriors around him could feel.

Apollo glanced around, seeking any clue or sign of what was to come. His heart pounded with a mixture of dread and determination, ready to face whatever was going to emerge.

As the atmosphere around them shifted, both the City Lord and the Hunter Guild Branch President felt the unsettling transformation sweeping through the battlefield. The once chaotic clash between beasts and warriors now bore an added layer of dread—an eerie, ominous aura that seemed to thicken the air itself.

High above the tumultuous ground, amidst their intense aerial battle with the mysterious adversary, both leaders sensed the change. The sky, usually a backdrop to their skills and displays of power, now felt charged with an unseen tension.

It was as if the very fabric of reality had shifted, responding to the arcane energies converging below.

The mysterious pull grew stronger, almost overpowering Apollo’s ability to focus. The call was no longer a whisper but a roaring demand, resonating deep within him and urging him towards an unknown destination.

Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed across the battlefield.

Boom!

The ground beneath them began to shake violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth, spreading outward like veins of impending doom.

Warriors and beasts alike stumbled, struggling to maintain their footing amidst the tremors. The air was filled with the sound of splitting rock and the groans of the earth as something ancient and powerful stirred below.

Apollo’s heart pounded in sync with the tremors. He could feel it now—a presence that was both familiar and alien, a force that seemed to call directly to his very essence. The ground where the magic circle had absorbed the blood now glowed with a sinister light, and the cracks around it widened.