The Siege Part 4

The new monstrosity that stood in the middle of the battlefield. Stood at a high of 15 feet. Its body is mainly large thick lizard-like tentacles. The central body is an abomination of flesh with countless snake faces coming out of it. Like Ghosh pressing against a plastic bag.

The monster is spewing out toxic black smoke. That seems to harm and poison both living and undead alike. The Naga mages felt their magic go out of control. Becoming even harder to control the Ghost under their command. The Nagas could not hold still under such an abomination.

"Nagas!! Stand and fight! We can beat this mon-"

The monster's roar, its deafening roar spread across the whole battlefield. All attention is focused on it. Mors could not help but sweat a bit under his mask. He spins his red sword in his hand. The next second all his copies disappear and appear next to a monster.

The aura that came from the monster is similar in level to the peak strength of the Naga leader. Mors could not help but feel sad that he lost the ability to get one of the materials Xia asked him for.

Boom!

The sound of cannon fire enters Mor's ears. As 4 large blue energy balls hit the body of the large monster. The monster scream in pain as it started to attack at random. Its large sweeps hit multiple of Mors' copies and if the timing was right, a lot of his copies will destroy before they attack.

As blue and black smoke comes out of the new wounds of the monsters, its strength started to deteriorate.

"Attack it! The more it wounded the weaker it will get!"

"Wow! So smart!"

Mors could have sworn he heard the snarky remark coming from somewhere. Probably a Naga. Mors summons his copies as they attack the monster with swords, axes, and spears. The song of the battlefield becomes bleak and dark.

Mors rushes towards the monster, Catox following not far behind. In a rare moment of peace, both Nagas and Ghost started to work together to kill the monster. The Naga Priest knew how dangerous leaving a monster created by a magical offering alive can be.

In the main continent, countless cities have fallen to such things.

"Ghost! Shoot that thing! Don't get close to it!"

"Nagas charge at that thing and cut it with your swords!"

The Naga priest said, now the leader of his city. Mors arrives in front of the monster as he cuts a part of its disgusting rotting grey color flesh. The monster scream as it started to swing its large tentacles around. In a few seconds 200 or so Nagas die.

Ghost screams out in pain as their souls started to enter the body of the monster. The soul of the dead Nagas followed close behind.

"Shit! All of you get away! You are feeding it!"

Mors screams with anxiety as he notices an incoming blow a bit too late. As he moves his sword to defend his body. As the monster snake-like tentacle meets Mor's sword. His face changed in a second. The muscles in his arms flexed as much as they could. But they could not stop his feet from leaving the ground and his body from flying.

The strength behind the tentacle attack causes Mors to suffer internal wounds. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. The song of the battle becomes even darker and hopeless. The sound of cannon fires becomes null. As the cannons land on the large monster. Creation of more wounds and allowing more black and blue smoke to rise.

The Naga priest breathes in as he looks at his remaining Naga conduits.

"For glory and death"

"…For glory and death"

"May we all meet in the next elemental war!"

"Yes sir!"

"Release your control on the Ghost! Focus your attention on channeling away as much of Death's magic from that monster!"

The Naga priest commanded as his Naga mages go into action. As they all release their control on the Ghosts they have enslaved and brought to battle. But in the confusion of the battle, the Ghost did not notice. Hell, no one notice the sacrifice the Naga mages were doing.

Their bodies were suffering weird mutations as they try to control the black smoke out of the monster. Mors only notice the hint. The small hint of hope under the layers of darkness and hopelessness melodies and sounds. Mors puts away his sword as he takes out his bow.

He breathes in, still in the air, as he controls his Qi to float somewhat. His altitude slowly decreased. He waited; the string is drawn. His arrow forms. He started to feed more and more Qi to the arrow. As it grows in strength. The arrow slowly became a real arrow as the Qi started to condensate.

The hint got bigger.

The Nagas draw away more from the monster's power. One of them turns into a pile of spike bones and flesh. She had died a terrible death.

The hint is slowly becoming audible.

Another Naga dies as they vomit black liquid. The color of their scales turns black as they fall to the ground. Their arms stretch to the sky as they try to suck away more of the death magic as they could.

A crack appears on the monster's skin, the hint of blue becoming visible to Mors.

The hint broke through the layers of darkness!

All the Naga mages fall to their deaths. Some become weird, mutated corpses or rotten bones and flesh.

"Who knew I will need the help of slavers…Now let's end this!"

Mors said as he shoots his arrow at the crack that appear on the monster. Who had grown and strength after killing a few more Nagas and Ghosts. The yellow color arrow flew from the bow and towards the crack at light speed. Faster than even Mors could see.

The arrow broke through the crack as it hit the blue soul of the monster. Mors screams in pain as it shocks the battlefield. His Qi was draining at frightening speeds. So much so that it started to cause him pain as his Second Dantia try to spew out Qi as fast as it could.

The cost of the attack combines with the effect of [War's Second Symphony] proves to be too much. As Qi started to be taken out of his own cells. Mors passes out as blood comes out of his nose. He free-falls to the ground headfirst. A nearby Ghost catches him before he twisted his neck against the ground.

The monster screams and grows. As deep inside of it, the arrow that Mors shoot pierce the monster's soul and got embedded deep inside of it. The arrow exploded into countless, truly countless other arrows. These arrows made countless holes in the soul of the monster.

Weakening it greatly and cutting its connection to Death magic. The Ghost and Naga could not believe what they saw. The monster became like a balloon and like every balloon that continues to get inflicted. It exploded- or to keep the balloon analogy, it pops.

As the monster exploded, it releases the souls of the trapped Nagas and Ghost as they floated to the Underworld. The battle was won, and the Ghost won both their freedom and lives.

-----Zhihui Pov-----

Zhihui was sitting in her bathtub. Both happy and sad that Mors was not with her. Her face has a small blush, and her eyes are close.

[You Rank up to Commander Rank 2]

"Ha…. Mors sure does not stay seated for long."