There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524: Chapter 517. Nothing Is Sure in the Battlefield

Riding the giant serpent that shredded the battlefield, once again, Bassena became the person who reached the farthest point on the battlefield. Alone, he charged toward the enemy’s camp, hovering behind the dunes of the fifth lane.

Well, he wasn’t exactly alone.

Stakes of darkness fleeting around him, piercing into anything trying to come close. A specter rushed toward him, and several little copies of him, darker than the night, pounced at the creature, pushing it back to the third lane where other espers were ready to take it on.

"Good job," Bassena patted the stakes, who nuzzled at him the way the shards would nuzzle against Zein.

Like a boat going against a harsh current, he and his little army of darkness pushed through the hordes that seemed endless. Where they came from, he had no idea. Perhaps from more dungeons the Fallen Star managed to summon, or perhaps the number of beasts they had faced before was nothing but an appetizer. After all, they were yet to reach the heart of the Deathzone itself.

Whatever it was, Bassena knew this was what they would be facing in the future; countless beasts and more higher-level entities. And at the top of that pyramid was the Fallen Star; the real one, not this clone.

But if he couldn’t even face this clone, how could he face the real Fallen Star?

With this thought, Bassena trudged forward, watching the many eyes carefully.

The eyes, however, never looked at him.

Those many eyes, most of it--if not all--were trained to one point. It made Bassena sick thinking about who was at the other end of that gaze, but it also gave him the needed distraction as he mowed through the field and gradually approached the clone.

"It’s not impossible..." he muttered, crouching on top of the serpent’s head, laying low to avoid the incoming energy attack.

He counted the time in his mind and watched the eyes to see which one would blink. The most efficient time would be just a second--or the split second after the attack. Holding his breath, he watched one of the eyes on the left side start to move; an eerie lid started to go down like a black curtain of a stage.

In the time it took for the eyes to shoot its energy attack, Bassena roused his mana, shaping it into a long, thick stake that could pulverize a whole building in the green zone, and released it.

Just as the energy attack left the eyes, a giant sharp nail pierced it; black against white, with a disgusting squelching sound that immediately overridden with a thunderous howl that shook the entire desert.

It wasn’t only the humans on the third lane, but the miasmic beasts and the elemental spirits too, felt the chilling scream rattling their bones.

But the fragments--the fragments were howling in unison and unleashed the fury of their creator like a chain reaction. Miasmic storms lashed out from their body, even those who still hadn’t reached the breaking point. The espers who were late in jumping back got thrown from the belting wind, some of which contained devastating poison.

Bassena glanced with a clenched jaw at the sudden mass of berserk, but he had no leeway to worry about his subordinate since the dozens of eyes were now looking at him.

Immediately, he covered his whole body with his black scale--a wise move, since the mountain wiggled in anger and dozens of giant tentacles lashed out.

The ground was split and scattered as the tentacles struck down; the air vibrated in turbulence from the whipping motion. Anything around the titan was annihilated; the dunes scattered and the beasts pulverized. But the center of this destructive move was the giant serpent and its black-scaled rider, who received devastating strike upon devastating strike.

The giant serpent was pierced brutally by dozens of tentacles, which got shredded in return. But some managed to break through and scatter the joining spike, crumbling the serpent structure.

The scattered spike, however, flew to the black-scaled rider and created a thick, spinning protective cocoon around him. Each time the tentacle broke the spike, another one would replace the layer, making it unbreachable.

In the middle of this cocoon, Bassena let out a breath of relief. "It’s not impossible," he repeated as he managed his breath again. "If I pierced all of its eyes, it shouldn’t have any outlet to release the attack."

At least, that was his conjecture. The tentacles came from the void-like mountain, but it was purely physical. The energy attack, meanwhile, came from the eyes, like a faucet to a water tank. If he broke all the gates, then he wouldn’t have to worry about the energy release. And if Bassena held the physical attack in this place, none would reach the third lane.

"Yeah," Bassena nodded, calling the stakes to latch into his body, creating a sleek armor. Like a dark knight emerging from the darkness, he stepped out of the cocoon with another concentrated mana in his hand; this time in the shape of a spear. "Let’s do this."

* * *

"It focuses on Commander right now," Kei exhaled heavily.

"Great," Kei nodded and exhaled in relief. She immediately assigned each defender and barrier magician to the fragment raid teams--something they truly needed now that the fragments had turned berserk. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}