HPDBC Chapter 85 Untitled
Chapter 85 Untitled
Is this normal for you guys? I mean, such odds?" Seated cross-legged far away from the main battle, Cyrus asked, looking up at Hamdel as he healed him.
"Ehn, I guess you can say so... there are a few physcos in our cohort," Hamdel smiled, looking at Victoria and the rest go wild on a mythic beast.
They had always been going up against beasts that were out of their league long before they entered Yellow... they had tasted the blood of sacred beasts... fighting against a mythic beast was much more challenging, but wasn't so different.
"I see, at least some of you are normal," Cyrus nodded, turning back to the battle.
If everyone in their cohort behaved like those four, they would sooner die on this path than actually succeed; it made sense for Hamdel to be the cool-headed one.
"Ahhh, yes...I'm like the wise grandpa of the cohort," Hamdel laughed loudly.
He was old now, but he had his fair share of crazy encounters. If not, how would he have even qualified to come here?
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The sound of a string being pulled resounded as Jemie was pulled to the back, blood dripped from his forehead. He had just borne the full brute of that creature's attack just now.
"Scoot over, I'm dying here," Jemie walked over to Cyrus and dropped on the floor right beside him. Immediately, he was bathed with healing light after Hamdel spoke a few words.
"You... when did you gain this power?" Not minding being pushed away, Cyrus turned to Morgan and asked.
This kid had been part of his cohort for a while; his ability to repair weapons and armour was superb, and he wouldn't trade it for anything...but he had no idea his aspect had such applications.
"Ehn? I've always had it, but what good would it have done in the cohort?" Morgan asked, looking a bit indignant.
Cyrus was very dismissive and didn't listen to suggestions, though he couldn't blame the guy. He basically carried the entire cohort with his aspect ability.
Aside from his brother, the rest were just distractions to him.
"Ohhh, yeah, that makes sense," Cyrus nodded; they didn't have a healer like the other team, so his ability to pull someone out of battle would only abruptly weaken the fighting party.
It didn't serve their fighting style well.
"Besides, I've used it on Quinn a few times," Morgan added, a calm smile on his face.
"I see," Cyrus nodded in understanding.
Victoria had a look of determination on her face; she looked like she was about to risk her life again. Grabbing hold of one of the passing tentacles, she was brought up high to the very base of the beast.
Seeing this, Guilliman barked.
"Retreat!!" As he said so, he jumped back, giving them some space.
He had seen this look on her face before when she fought against the Devil Mole—it was not a good look.
Letting go of the arm, Victoria went plummeting towards the beast's center, her sword piercing directly through its top.
Voom!!!
Instantly, the beast was engulfed in an all-consuming fire—explosive and hot. Even from a distance, the two cohorts could feel that flame boiling their blood.
"What kind of flame is that?" Guilliman's eyes glowed with a certain splendor; this Victoria was hiding her strength...
A while later, the mythic beast slumped to the ground, dead.
Burned to death.
That was a mythic beast.
Humiliating.
"Don't ask, there's no echo," exiting the charred corpse of the dreaded beast, Victoria said to the two cohorts as they rushed to her side.
Cyrus and the rest were stunned at what had just happened; that was an amazing display. The rest, however, were worried.
When Victoria spoke of her flaw... she was talking about this flame of hers. It was extremely painful to use, and in some instances would knock her out thoroughly.
"Okay, we should all head in. That might have attracted unwanted attention," she suggested before anyone could speak further.
Soon the two cohorts departed into the outpost door that was previously being guarded by the mythic beast.
However, one of them stayed behind, looking at the charred corpse.
"Manifest!!"