Sirlon laughed and laughed, his lungs bleeding and his eyes turning red from the blood. Arad stared down at him with a smile, “What a surprise, you had one rigged up,”
Gojo’s eyes flashed open. VAM! A concentrated blast sent Arad’s body flying back at a blinding speed, bleeding from his mouth and ears.
“This one!” Gojo growled, opening his palm and pointing at Sirlon, “What did you do?” A blue ball of magic emerged in his palm, exploding into a massive blast.
SWOSH! Sirlon’s body flew away, still laughing, but his skin had turned red, magic flowing with his blood as elemental energy started swirling around his body.
“What is going on?” Jack rushed forward, “That doesn’t seem good,” SWOSH! He slid behind Sirlon, pulling a large web of his metallic wires.
“Ge away from him!” Gojo shouted, trying to pull Jack away.
Jack smiled, “Getting a hit in,” He pulled Sirlon’s body down, stabbing his back with his dagger. “Got a load of wyvern poison. How do you like your organs getting digested while you’re alive?”
Sirlon’s body fell to the ground, seizing and convoluting as his organs melted. The routs of mana inside his body leaked and caused his magic to start going out of control.
Gojo stared at Jack, smiling, “Where was you hiding that?”
“Wyvern posion? The alchemist guild said they had none,” Vars glared at Jack, “Did you buy it all?”
Jack shook his head, “Come on? I didn’t. That’s too much money to pay,” He smiled, “I robbed their whole stock and stashed it in Arad’s stomach,”
Wyverns are also called lesser dragons. They only have two legs and wings like birds but with no feathers. Their neck is long and ends in a crocodile-like head. They sting their food with their scorpion-like tail, using their powerful poison to digest their prey from the inside out and then slurp the juices.
Wyvern’s poison is the third strongest poison known. The second rank belongs to the purple worm’s poison, and the first is the green dragons, which have the most lethal poison in the world.
CLACK! Sirlon’s magic returned, and everyone stared at him.
^[Arad, I will control the magic. You can fight him physically.]^ Doma said, and Arad smiled, standing up and cracking his shoulders. “I like this,”
Gojo turned around, staring at Arad with a grin, “Look at you, working together,”
Arad pulled the adamantine sword he got from Alcott from his stomach, and three orbs of compressed blue magic appeared around his head. “I’m going to slice him apart,”
“[And I will grill him,]”
Gojo looked at the orbs around Arad’s head. Doma was using the void inside the air particles to crush them and release all the energy stored within. Balancing three wasn’t something easy, not a thing that can be achieved in a decade. She must have spent decades over decades studying magic, and void magic alike for her to be able to show this kind of control.
BAM! Arad lunged forward, and Gojo went with him, “Let’s stop this wizard before he blows up,” Gojo waved his hand, Freezing Sirlon’s body.
“Doma says he isn’t about to explode, he’s trying to merge with an elemental, but she can’t tell which one as it hasn’t manifested yet.”
“Destroy the brain. He seems to have a certain level of tolerance to poison. We can’t count on that,” Gojo shouted as he saw Arad slice Sirlon across the torso, and the three orbs of light burning the body.
BAM! Sirlon’s body got reconnected and healed. .𝘯𝘵
“Be careful around the wizard. They can get insane if you push them too much.” Arad shouted back, “We did push this one,” He stared at Sirlon’s body, remembering the last wizard he fought.
Thud! Gojo lunged forward, touching Sirlon, “Annoying wizard. Die,” ZON! In the blink of an eye, his void disintegrated the wizard’s body.
“This is bad,” Gojo sighed, seeing the body reform from thin air, “We can’t destroy him with normal means. It must be a contract that binds the soul to something powerful,”
“I can confirm that,” Vars shouted from the back, “His soul is tied to something material. It must be hidden in this tower, but tracking it is futile,”
“Why?” Gojo stared back.
“I’m trying to find it since he didn’t die the first time, but I can’t seem to get a hold of it,” Vars replied, his eyes flashing green.
“Let’s pulverize him!” Arad shouted, lunging in and punching Sirlon in the face. Gojo smiled and did the same, “He might not regenerate as minced meat,”
BAM! CLACK! Arad punches Sirlon in the face, and Gojo punches him in the guts. Doma uses Arad’s gravity magic to spin the poor wizard, draining his blood out as Jack fires a crossbow bolt drenched in wyvern poison.
As Sirlon stopped spinning, Arad grabbed him by the leg and swung him at Gojo, who kicked him in the face and grabbed him by the neck, throwing him back to Arad.
Arad clenched his hands together and smashed the wizard down, only for Gojo to kick him across the room like a ball.
ZON! Arad clapped his hands teleporting to where Sirlon’s body hit the wall, and pointed at him. Doma burned the corps with a blast of fire, and Arad grabbed the burning body and ripped it in half, throwing the parts back to Gojo.
Gojo smiled, catching the two halves and smashing them together, then throwing a barrage of punches at the torso as he stomped the legs, finally throwing them back to Arad.
Doma smiled. [Temporary curse: Force]
Arad felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Something inside him shifted. Doma damaged his body and exchanged that for an increase in his physical power. This curse can be cured by a simple healing spell, but right now, it’s a buff.
Arad took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air, and then shouted as loud as he could. ROAR! His voice boomed, sending a shockwave that blasted the body back to Gojo.
Thud! Arad lunged forward, chasing Sirlon’s body as it flew toward Gojo. They must keep him crushed until Vars finds his soul.
Suddenly, Sirlon’s mouth opened, and a dreadful feeling filled the room. Arad could sense a chill running down his spine, and Gojo lifted his arms to protect himself.
[Hades’s Soul Sinder] Those words came from Sirlon’s mouth as if he wasn’t the one to speak them. A rumbling shook the place as a wave of magic rushed toward Gojo. His life flashed in front of his eyes.
DING!
Sirlon opened his eyes in a white lab, looking at the back of a redhead halfling, standing on a wooden chair as she mixed alchemical ingredients. He was confused, but could neither move nor speak.
“I said, nothing above level twelve spells. I don’t care if you spend five centuries creating it. I won’t let it be used.” The halfling said, and Sirlon opened his eyes between Arad and Gojo.
Gojo had his arms blown off. But he stood with a passive face, staring down at Sirlon. “Your spell failed at the last moment,”
“The hell was that?” Arad gasped, still unable to comprehend the magic lingering in the air.
Silon couldn’t move or feel anything. In fact, something seemed off. He wasn’t breathing, and his eyes couldn’t move. His field of vision slowly turned dark as he screamed internally, calling for help, but none came.
Gojo sighed, “The magic in his eyes faded. He’s dead for good,” Looking at the mangled blood mess on the ground, a smashed body with the eyes resting on the pile of gore.