There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606: Chapter 600. Last Battle

Normally, it was important to assess and analyze a new enemy before attacking. While they had been fighting the Fallen Star three times thus far, this form was still new for them, so thorough calculation was needed.

But there was no time for that.

There was a strong pulse from the center of the grotesque eyes assembly; a struggle between two energies that brought all kinds of bad feelings for them.

Purely out of instinct, the Eastern Sun shot a flame arrow toward the creature--right on the legions of eyes. She incorporated the mana pattern shown by Bassena earlier, and it exploded right in front of the Fallen Star.

"Agh--it’s hard!" she spat and glanced at Bassena, who was just standing up after being thrown away earlier. Is there no other way than to attach it to something?

Bassena grabbed Zhan’s wrist since his commlink was melted by the fire earlier. "Launch all long-distance attacks!"

There was no time for careful consideration, so they just had to analyze on the go. Senia took the lead by commanding the elemental spirits, and Gus took charge of the ship’s cannon and raygun. Afterward, the magicians and marksmen also sent spells, arrows, and bullets toward the legions.

The first attack, a blooming ice flower that shattered into hundreds of sharp petals, managed to graze the flesh sphere and wounded some eyes. But they quickly regenerated and some of the swaying tendrils immediately covered the vulnerable legions like armor and swatted the rest of the attack with the whipping tendrils.

"The attacks didn’t work on that...tentacles," the Eastern Sun shuddered at the swaying and whipping tendrils. "It worked on the center itself, though."

"We need to use the cosmic energy to pry the tendrils open," Bassena said.

"But using spells is..."

"We need to do it by hand," Bassena said. "I need to do it by hand."

The Eastern Sun looked at the amber eyes; firm and focused. She let out a sigh and a wry smile. "I guess I can only act as a support this time. Very well."

"Thank you," Bassena nodded and turned toward Gus. "Those below four-star will be tasked with eliminating the remaining beasts. Five and four-star espers will try to keep all of those tendrils busy."

"Alright!"

"There’s no need to destroy them if you can’t, just make sure those things keep away from the center."

"Yes, Sir!"

Gus gave a salute with a smirk, eyes blazing with determination to end this today. The same determination that made them all regain strength after fighting for a long time, even though they were out of breath just a while ago.

Bassena patted the swordsman’s shoulder and made a fist bump before turning to Zein, who seemed to be a bit agitated still. "It’s there, isn’t it? Beneath those slits?"

"...I think so," Zein closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I think so."

"I’ll get it," Bassena gripped the guide’s shoulders. Patting it while smiling reassuringly. "Don’t worry; I’ll get it first, as soon as I can."

Zein had no idea what to think. He saw what Bassena did earlier, throwing his body with a fire that could melt the highly resistant commlink. It gave him dread, especially since it was done for his request. He was experienced enough to realize that it was the only way for the cosmic energy to be pulled out properly, but he also loved his esper enough to feel scared about it.

How many times had Bassena thrown his body headlong to the line of fire in this whole fight? He was supposed to be a magician-type!

"Zein?" Bassena grasped the guide’s face, who hadn’t said anything for a whole minute. The course feeling of the black scale in the esper’s palm shifted Zein’s focus to the scales beneath Bassena’s eyes.

Those scales represented Bassena’s life.

Seeing two of them still shining and unused, like a pair of beautiful onyxes, Zein unconsciously let out a relieved breath. Yeah, he’ll be alright. As long as it wasn’t an instant death, the [Second Skin of Immortality] would activate.

Zein looked into the amber eyes, feeling the confidence and the conviction there. In a short second that almost passed like a blur, he pressed the button of his mask and pulled the esper for a kiss. One second. Just one second. Just to feel the esper’s lips and heartbeat.

Before the miasma could enter his respiratory system, he pulled back and put his mask on, leaving Bassena stunned and the Eastern Sun scoffing about ’youth’.

"Be careful," Zein whispered.

Bassena blinked slowly, twice, and the corner of his lips twitched in longing. "I’ll finish this quickly."