The Tentacular Behemoth! (2)

"RAWWRR!" Erica's eyes blazed with rage as she bore witness to the behemoth's vicious attack on her beloved master. Without a moment's hesitation, she positioned herself between them, summoning forth a radiant cannon of golden light that tore through the tentacle with unrelenting force, reducing it to shreds.

The tentacular, caught off guard by Erica's swift and decisive counter, let out a pained cry. Fueled by fury, Erica's eyes narrowed as she prepared to charge forward, seeking a fierce confrontation. But before she could reach her target, a familiar presence made itself known atop her head.

"Calm down, Erica," Alex's voice resonated with calm authority as he teleported directly onto Erica's head. He shifted his gaze towards the enraged behemoth, its malevolent glare fixed upon him.

"I will handle this myself," Alex declared with serene determination, his unwavering resolve shining through. The behemoth's massive tentacles struck out at him once more, but Alex stood his ground, motionless, observing the onslaught with a calculated calmness.

As the vicious tentacles drew nearer, Alex took a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus his mind on a newly acquired technique he believed he could execute.

'Clank!'

In the critical moment just before the tentacle made contact, a resounding voice reverberated throughout the area. The tentacles clashed against an invisible barrier, a massive shield that materialized in the nick of time, shielding both Alex and Erica from harm.

"..It worked," Alex whispered under his breath, his eyes fixed upon the relentless assault of the behemoth against the impenetrable shield.

Initially, Alex's progress in learning magic was somewhat slow, at least from his own perspective. After reaching the rank of veteran, he found it challenging to devote much time to practicing magic due to his responsibilities as a king. However, after stabilizing the kingdom, he attained the rank of a master. At this level, he could cast spells solely by invoking their names, without the need for incantations.

In the novel, Touya also achieved this level of mastery after practicing magic for a year and a half in the new world, where a year was nearly four months longer than in his previous world.

{A/N: Touya was able to cast the false no chant magic when he bullied the fiancee of the young king of Palouf during their match and explained that he reached the level of proficiency by continuous practice of executing magic}

Both were blessed with equal talent bestowed by the almighty god himself, but the difference in their learning speed was evident. Even with minimal effort in training magic, Alex demonstrated the ability to progress swiftly.

During his adventures, Alex pondered the existence of a rank higher than the master level, where spells could be cast without any chant, simply through the power of thought and magic.

In Lestia, he managed to perform true no-chant spells, albeit with great concentration. These spells could be invoked through mere thoughts.

However, despite claiming to cast spells through thought, there were still limitations. Null spells could be easily performed with focused concentration, whereas elemental or composite spells required the visualization of the desired effect combined with the channeling of magical power. For elemental and composite magic this allowed not only the invocation of existing spells but also the creation of new ones, provided a deep understanding of the spell's mechanics and the underlying science.

In the case of null spells, one could not simply invoke any spell based on the understanding of its function and mechanics. The specific name of the spell was necessary, and creating custom null spells was not possible.

Performing true no-chant spells demanded intense concentration, making it nearly impossible to activate them in real battles. Achieving proficiency in this realm required extensive practice and dedication. However, thanks to Alex's heightened mastery, he successfully executed the spell in this battle.

The onlookers stood in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief and wonder as they witnessed the magnificent display of power. Silence engulfed the city, a reverent stillness that spoke volumes of the immense spectacle before them. All attention was focused on the breathtaking confrontation unfolding—the final clash between Alex, the King of Arcadia, and the colossal behemoth.

With unwavering resolve, Alex stood atop the mighty Eastern Dragon, his presence emanating an aura of majesty and indomitable strength. The onlookers marveled at his regal attire, garments enchanted with the legendary [Emperor's Aura], which seemed to amplify his charisma and magnificence. His mighty aura radiated with a palpable force, captivating the hearts and minds of all who beheld him.

As the behemoth surged forward, its rage unyielding, the water churned and monstrous tsunamis crashed upon the coast, intensifying the atmosphere of trepidation among the spectators. But Alex remained undaunted, his gaze fixed upon the approaching monstrosity.

With a profound connection to the elements and the arcane, Alex raised his hands towards the heavens. The air crackled with anticipation, as if nature itself recognized the imminent unleashing of extraordinary power. He closed his eyes, tapping into an unfathomable wellspring of magic that surged within him.

A resplendent blue aura enveloped Alex, as a grand magic circle materialized within his grasp. The once clear sky transformed into a tempest of ominous dark clouds, whipped by stormy winds that sent shivers down the spines of all who bore witness. The very temperature seemed to drop, as if the elements themselves bowed to Alex's command.

Beneath his feet, the ocean turned to ice with astonishing speed, freezing the very depths beneath. The firmament darkened further, as thunderous cracks of lightning rent the sky, electrifying the atmosphere with raw power. Within the roiling clouds above, a figure emerged, forged from intertwining bolts of lightning—a manifestation of godlike might.

The figure, radiating an aura of supremacy, commanded the frigid air to enshroud the tentacular behemoth. The sea froze instantaneously, encasing the monstrosity in thick slabs of ice, rendering it immobile and trapping it in a frozen prison.

In the figure's hand, a colossal trident materialized, crafted from gleaming ice and crackling with electrifying energy. It was a weapon of unparalleled might, a symbol of the overwhelming power harnessed by Alex.

The onlookers gasped in awe, their breath caught in their throats as they witnessed the culmination of a grand display of mastery. Time seemed to stand still as the trident, surrounded by an ethereal glow, was launched with incredible speed towards the imprisoned behemoth.

In an earth-shattering impact that reverberated through the air, the trident struck with unyielding force, piercing the behemoth's head and leaving devastation in its wake. The clash between the trident and the behemoth unleashed shockwaves that rippled across the ocean, generating colossal waves that crashed upon the shores, their fury a testament to the immense power unleashed.

The onlookers, still in a state of disbelief, stood transfixed, their expressions a mixture of awe and astonishment. The silence that had enveloped the city was shattered by a collective eruption of joy and exhilaration. Cheers filled the air, mingling with tears of happiness that streamed down the faces of the onlookers.

With hearts overflowing with fervor, they reverently chanted his name, their voices intertwining in a magnificent symphony of gratitude and admiration. Their resounding cheers resonated through the air, a thunderous outpouring of support, as their emotions reached a crescendo. The sight of the grotesque corpse of the fallen behemoth served as a solemn testament to their collective triumph and the unyielding resolve of their hero, Alex.

In unison, the people of Egret, the knights who stood by Alex's side, Tsubaki, and the valiant pilots of the framegears all joined together in a resounding cheer, their voices resplendent with awe and pride. As their eyes beheld the sight of their beloved king conquering the behemoth, a wave of jubilation washed over them.

The cheers of the crowd were only surpassed by the thunderous roars of the five monarchs who watched in awe. Their voices echoed through the air, a testament to the magnificence of the magic that unfolded before them. Their roars, infused with a mixture of astonishment and reverence, reverberated across the expanse, leaving no doubt about the indomitable power and authority they commanded.

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Hey Guys!

I hoped you all liked the chapter..

Sorry I'm unable to post many chapters like before since I have another things that I had to deal with.

Many people will wonder about when the rebellion of Regulus will happen and with og novel's timeline it would happen in three months and I will start the event in next few chapters! Thank you