boyutpedia Chapter 37 Old Spearhead
Chapter 37 Old Spearhead
"Heh heh!"
His heavy breathing sounded like thunder.
A fist-sized, milky-white light shone into the dim cave.
With each step its massive body took, the surrounding stone walls seemed to tremble.
A dark figure darted out from the left, a silver sword flash slicing through the darkness.
"roar!"
A deafening roar erupted, and a terrifying force unleashed a sonic boom, like a massive avalanche.
The light blue shield was instantly annihilated.
Arwin parried with his sword, but was thrown back like a broken kite by the cannon fire and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Waaah..."
A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
My arms were numb for a while, then came a sharp pain, and then they started shaking like a leaf.
Countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the silver sword, and he was horrified.
"That monster has such fast reflexes and terrifying strength."
With the help of the [Cat] potion, Arwen was able to see the old spearhead's appearance clearly.
The head was covered by a black rag, revealing only a single eye that emitted a milky white glow.
Standing over four meters tall, with a massive body like a small mountain, it could only move forward by bending over and crouching in this narrow passage.
His massive muscles were like a rock, especially his broad arms that reached down to his knees, which were thicker than the pine logs that had just been thrown at him, and his dark fingernails were strong enough to split mountains and chisel rocks.
The old spearhead tilted his head and roared, as a plume of white hot mist shot out from under the black cloth.
On his grayish-white, rough skin, veins throbbed like dragons.
The mountain-like body, reeking of decay, charged forward, its shoulders scraping against the stone walls on either side with a rustling sound.
Arwen braced himself with one hand and quickly rolled backward, casually casting the Quen sign along the way.
"boom!"
Old Spearhead unleashed a punch, sending a gust of wind crashing down, causing Alwin's black hair to flutter wildly.
"Snap!"
The Kunen Dharma Seal collapsed and vanished like shattered porcelain.
In The Witcher 3, Arwen also witnessed the power of the Old Spearhead.
But at that time he was playing Geralt, the master witcher who had mastered all the skills, with Lambert assisting him.
Right now, he's just a Witcher apprentice.
The gap between the two sides was simply too vast; any glancing blow would mean certain death.
Within the gray vertical pupils, the terrifying long-armed fist struck again.
He dodged backward while making a mudra with his left hand.
The dual soul is collapsing, and the fear in his heart is turning into an abyss, slowly swallowing him up.
The Kun Seal failed.
The force of the punch stung his face.
The old spearhead roared, pressing forward relentlessly.
If we retreat any further, we'll have to retreat to the area of rubble.
When that time comes, Aiken will be dead, and so will he.
"boom!"
The force of the punch whistled past his back.
"despair!"
My heel touched the stone wall on the left.
Alwin crouched down, his extremely terrifying fist filling the eye.
He was on the brink of life and death, leaving him no room for hesitation.
With a powerful stomp of his heels, his legs shot forward as if they were springs.
His left hand formed a hand seal again, his spiritual power surging wildly, but fear still prevented the seal from forming.
Just then, the Moonlight Grass inside his pouch suddenly lit up, and pure magic surged towards him, instantly stabilizing his chaotic mental energy.
He roared in his heart.
"Get it done!"
"Po~"
The blue shield, shimmering with water ripples, condensed and then violently twisted and shattered under the old spearhead's fist.
But this also gave Alwin a chance to break free and quickly rush out from under the old spearhead's crotch!
"boom!"
The loud noise echoed, and Alwin turned his head to look.
A crater was smashed into the stone wall behind us.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and cold sweat had soaked my back.
If you got hit by that punch, you'd be turned into mincemeat.
Fortunately, he won.
run.
There was only one thought in my mind.
But after running a few steps, he was astonished to find that the old spearhead had stopped in place and was not chasing after him, but was looking into the depths of the passage.
Arwen looked in that direction and saw a redwood hammer nailed to the top of the fallen rocks.
"It's going to get its weapon."
"No, if we do that, Aiken will definitely die."
Arwen gritted his teeth and stepped forward, pressing his left hand towards the location of the old spearhead.
Alder unleashed his shockwave.
The fan-shaped impact hit the old spearhead like a gentle breeze, its power pitifully small.
Old Spearhead was stunned for a moment, then his milky-white single eye erupted with extreme ferocity.
It's as if it's saying that a mouse dares to provoke it, challenging the Cyclops Spearhead of the Blue Mountains is simply courting death.
"roar!"
It raised its arms and roared, charging wildly toward Alwen's location, causing cracks to appear in the stone walls beside the passage.
Seeing that he had attracted the old spearhead's hatred, Alwin turned and ran towards the exit with all his might.
……
On the other side of the rubble, terrifying sounds continued to come, and Paul and his two companions looked anxious.
Paul and Horton used the Alder sign in an attempt to create a new opening.
However, the falling rubble was even thicker than before, and even with their level of magical seals, they couldn't open it at all.
"Arwin, Aiken, are you alright?"
Paul shouted and began digging out the rubble with both hands.
Horton was doing the same thing beside him, his eyes red and cursing incessantly.
"Damn old spearhead, damn mountain trial, may they all be afflicted with smallpox and plague."
As for Winston, covered in dust, he was terrified and prayed, "By the goddess Meritelli..."
Paul kicked him in the butt, and only then did he realize what was happening and join the two of them.
After digging for a few minutes, they were horrified to discover that the sounds coming from the other side of the rock wall seemed to be getting fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.
"Arwin, Aiken..."
Paul lowered his head and murmured something.
In his mind, the two of them were probably doomed.
In the deathly silence, a faint sound came from the cracks in the rubble.
"Paul... Paul..."
Upon hearing the sound, Paul immediately looked up and, after carefully confirming that the voice was coming from the other side, was overjoyed.
"Aiken, it's Aiken!"
"Don't be afraid, we're coming right now."
Horton and Winston's eyes lit up, and they increased their strength to move the rubble.
"Cough cough...no...don't waste your energy..."
Aiken firmly refused, "Go to the mountaintop...go to the mountaintop to find Vesemir. Arwen lured Old Spearhead out of the cave to save me...go quickly...otherwise he'll be in danger..."
"Did Arwen lure away the old spearhead?"
The three of them were horrified and gasped.
This matter cannot be delayed.
Paul made a quick decision, "Okay, we'll go right now. Aiken, you wait for us!"
"Hmm..." Aiken responded weakly.
There was no more movement behind the rubble. He looked towards the cave entrance with his cat-like eyes, licked his dry, cracked lips, and began to lose consciousness due to excessive blood loss.
……
"Whoosh!"
Alwin leaped off the smooth stone wall, rolled to dissipate the force, and charged towards the cave entrance.
A flash of white light suddenly illuminated the gray landscape, followed by a brief moment of disorientation, and then a cool lake breeze.
[Cat] The potion's effects are waning...
However, thanks to the speed boost from the water ghosts and drowned undead mutants, as well as the advantage of the narrow passage, Arwen successfully escaped the cave.
Behind him, the old spearhead roared incessantly, and the four-meter-high stone wall seemed like a step to him.
Arwen looked at the lake in front of him, preparing to dive in and use his underwater breathing ability to temporarily avoid the attack.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a thick cloud of mist moving about on the shore of Killer Lake to his right.
The dim, yellowish lights rose and fell, like lighthouses at sea, guiding lost ships.
That was the mist gathered by the small mist demons.
And the light spots were rapidly surging toward his location.
He was already overwhelmed by just one old spearhead, and now a small group of mist demons has appeared!?
I might as well give you my life!
and many more!
Arwen's mind flashed through images of the countless corpses in the cave, many of which belonged to the little mist demons.
"The little mist fairy didn't come to see me, could it be...?"