章節 4: Unexpected arrival
The monstrous wolf's eyes blazed, as red and ruthless as spilled blood, its glistening saliva cascading from its bared fangs onto the scorched earth beneath.
With a show of its deadly claws, it prepared to launch itself at Freya,
But something distracted the wolf.
"Face me, you monster!"
A shout echoed from a distance, and something shot quickly toward the wolf.
Bang!
The wolf was hit so hard that it ricocheted and fell to the ground.
A sturdy figure emerged from the dust, armored and unyielding. The man's countenance was etched with resolve that defied fear.
"For the sake of humanity, I will vanquish you!" He roared with an unshakeable conviction that echoed across the chaotic battlefield.
The earth splintered beneath his heavy boots as he rushed towards the downed monster. His fists, wreathed in dancing flames, were poised to deliver a punishing blow.
With a forceful leap, he aimed his fiery fist at the wolf.
Boom!
His ironclad punch connected with the ground, creating a shockwave that sent clouds of dust swirling into the air.
But the man's face contorted in disbelief.
"Where...?!"
His strike had missed its target!
"Grrrgh!"
A chilling growl spun him around. His eyes widened in horrified recognition.
But it was too late. The jaws of the wolf were already closing in on him.
"Raarggh!"
With a savage roar, the beast ripped into him, painting the scene in a gruesome splatter of blood. The wolf showed no mercy as it devoured his limbs, reducing the brave warrior to a ghastly spectacle in mere moments.
In less than ten seconds, the armored man had met his end!
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Everyone found themselves engulfed in a veil of uncertainty. The battlefield was shrouded in a thick cloak of dust, making it nearly impossible to see. All they could discern was the silhouette of the armored man, Hans, confronting the towering wolf among the cacophony of crashes and guttural growls.
"Do you believe Hans can hold out? That beast... its strength is immense. An S-class Magus is what it would take to subdue it."
"I concur. Even the meteor couldn't fell it. Hans... I'm not sure he stands a chance."
"I share your concerns. Let's just pray he comes through."
Whispers of worry swept through the crowd. Hans was not just any Magus - he was an A-class warrior, widely respected and admired. His strong sense of justice and sagacity had always hinted at his potential to ascend to S-class status.
As the dust began to settle, a dark object hurtling towards them seized their attention.
Thud!
The object landed with a dull thump not far off. It was an obscure, shapeless mass.
One of them cautiously approached and prodded the object with his sword. As he flipped it over, his eyes bulged in shock.
"Gods above!" He recoiled, his face a mask of disbelief.
It was Hans' head!
The horrific sight unfurled before everyone's eyes, triggering gasps of shock and disbelief. Hands flew to mouths in a futile effort to muffle the rising horror.
"Is that...Hans? This can't be!"
"Hans...dead? Impossible!"
"Hans was a combat-class hero...how could he fall so easily?!"
A wave of fear swept through them. If Hans, their stalwart defender, had been so effortlessly slain, their own lives hung by a fragile thread.
A few were petrified, their bodies refusing to obey their panicked minds.
"We're...we're doomed."
"This...this is a nightmare."
In the midst of the escalating panic, Freya stood defiant, a sword clutched tightly in her grasp. Anger and thirst for retribution carved into her features.
She had exhausted every healing ability she possessed on Alex, but he still lay unconscious.
She could sense the severity of his wounds – the wolf's attack had inflicted internal injuries that demanded the expertise of a seasoned healer.
With a furious gaze, Freya turned to face the monstrous wolf.
"I'll slay you, you abominable beast!"
Her voice was a thunderous roar of rage. Clenching her sword, she strode with unwavering determination towards the wolf.
Burning with fury, Freya tightened her grip on her sword and strode purposefully toward the wolf. Her eyes shimmered a golden hue as a faint ethereal aura enveloped her.
The wolf, far from being intimidated, seemed to feed off her defiance, its aggression mounting as it lunged towards her.
"Raarggh!"
Freya, steeling herself against any onslaught, met the wolf's gaze, her own eyes glinting with lethal resolve.
As she charged, her innate power sparked to life. Her sword radiated a brilliant golden light, a beacon amidst the chaos.
The wolf, in a whirl of razor-sharp claws, lunged at her with a thunderous roar.
"Rrraaargh!"
Freya, in that moment, seemed to dissolve into a streak of light, a comet that blazed past the colossal beast only to materialize behind it.
The golden luminescence of her sword faded, replaced by the ominous sheen of blood, and the wolf crumpled to the ground.
With a hardened resolve etched on her face, she turned to gaze at the fallen creature.
A long gash, a testament to her offensive, marred its body.
Her divine power had rendered its regenerative abilities futile. The vestiges of golden light seemed to cling to the wolf's wound, stifling any attempt at healing.
Freya was under no illusion that the wolf was defeated. Immediately, she adopted a defensive stance.
In a blink, she was hovering above the wolf, her sword poised for a fatal strike.
Just as she descended, the wolf vanished into a spectral mist.
Freya's senses were immediately on high alert. As she spun around...
Bang!
She was flung backwards by the wolf's retaliation, her body colliding harshly with a towering tree.
Groaning in pain, Freya pushed herself up, her body throbbing from the wolf's brutal assault.
Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the wolf soaring through the air, its fangs bared for a savage pounce!
With a nimble roll, she narrowly dodged the attack.
Bang!
The wolf's landing shook the earth, but Freya had managed to evade its assault.
Wiping the dust from her face, she caught her breath. She had no respite, however, as the wolf was already rising, its fiery gaze fixed on her.
Adopting her battle stance again, she charged headlong into the fray. The conflict between her and the wolf escalated, their determination matching each other's blow for blow.
Bang!
Bang!
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
The symphony of their battle echoed across the field - the thunderous impacts and the ringing clash of metal - as the duel between Freya and the wolf roared on.
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"Pant... Pant..."
Freya struggled for breath, her body cloaked in a ragged mantle of blood. Her flesh was a grim tapestry of claw marks, each one a testament to the ferocity of the fight.
She teetered on the edge of collapse, her strength slowly ebbing away.
For what seemed like an eternity, she had been locked in a brutal dance with the colossal wolf.
The battle was grueling, her opponent's raw might and supernatural prowess dwarfing her own.
Her only lifeline was her divine power, which she employed skillfully, managing to score several gashes on the wolf's hide and even severing one of its legs.
But the wolf's might was daunting - it was a monstrous juggernaut of the country-class, a beast typically reserved for an S-class Magus to handle.
Freya was a A-Class Magus, just like Alex.
The other Magus stood by, their eyes wide with horror and awe, yet none dared to intervene.
Freya had no expectations of assistance from the onlookers. From the very start, she had relied solely on her own strength.
She glanced at the wolf, which stood firm, its predatory gaze fixated on her.
With a grim determination, Freya hoisted herself up, leaning on her sword for support. She was resolved to face the wolf, come what may.
Without warning, the wolf lunged, its jaws gaping wide.
"Rraaargh!"
Its teeth sank into Freya's body, flinging her into the air like a rag doll.
At its peak, the wolf tossed her deep into the wilderness, her body tumbling towards a distant mountain.
Bang!
Freya collided with the unforgiving ground.
"Cough!" Blood stained her lips. The agony was searing, more intense than anything she had ever experienced.
Struggling, she attempted to rise, but her body felt like lead. It was as if all her vitality had been sapped away.
Just then, she noticed a sinister dark-purple glow in the sky.
The light emanated from the wolf. It was now sheathed in crackling lightning, its maw a churning cauldron of dark-purple energy.
The air thrummed with a dread resonance, as if the wolf was summoning all its power for a final, crushing blow.
Witnessing this, a sense of hopelessness washed over Freya.
'Is this where it all ends? Mother, Father, forgive me.'
As the purple radiance intensified, Freya closed her eyes, her cheeks glistening with a trail of tears.
The growing roar of the energy blast was a grim requiem in her ears.
Burst!
The sky detonated once more, and Freya braced herself for the inevitable.
One second.
Five seconds.
Ten agonizing seconds trickled by.
Freya registered an odd sensation. The cacophony of the energy blast reverberated around her, yet there was no impact.
Curiously, she opened her eyes, only to be taken aback by the spectacle unfolding above her.
A figure astride a horse, standing between her and the lethal energy blast of the wolf, was defying the very laws of nature!
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