Chapter 227 Chapter 224 Too Meaty
The light cluster shimmered in the gray mist, resembling a hazy sun. As Ji Ma flew in the sky, she could see that within the light cluster, the black shadows of several antlered beasts occasionally jumped around for a few seconds, emitting abrupt cries before collapsing to the ground and disappearing.
The light cluster drifted unpredictably, performing Brownian motion, but generally moving away from the battlefield and towards the direction of the Mother of All Beasts, avoiding any friendly fire.
The knights chased after the fleeing antlered beasts. The formation of the antlered beasts was too dense; beasts were crammed against each other, some trying to escape to the left, some to the rear, while others chose to fight to the death. With knights in front and a drifting light cluster behind, the antlered beasts ended up in complete chaos.
They stumbled over one another, trampled each other, and collided.
“Perfectly positioned.”
Ji Ma’s evaluation of Jenna increased a notch. The timing and positioning were excellent; she likely manipulated the light, obtaining a great vantage point of the battlefield.
The chaos caused by the light cluster was estimated to be greater than direct casualties.
When the knights cleared the path leading to the Mother of All Beasts by cutting and stabbing through the tangle of antlered beasts, the light cluster conveniently extinguished, causing no friendly fire at all.
Everything went so smoothly that Ji Ma, flying in the air, couldn’t help but think.
Perhaps George was right; they could kill the Mother of All Beasts here.
To kill the enemy leader on the battlefield, “the advantage of numbers” is one of the factors for victory, and they had already secured that factor.
So why not make a bold move?
The Mother of All Beasts showed no emotional reaction to the fleeing antlered beasts, as if the elite beastman troops following her were merely weeds by the roadside—if they fell, they fell.
She maintained a loving smile as she watched George bravely fighting amidst the beasts, not retreating nor attacking, just standing there waiting for her to come.
For a moment, Ji Ma suddenly felt that the Mother of All Beasts resembled a mother leaning against a doorframe, having prepared a meal, waiting for her mischievous child to come home.
A ridiculous and terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Ji Ma’s mind.
Could the Mother of All Beasts be George’s biological mother?
It was absurd; even though George had a lot of Holy Water reserves, Ji Ma sometimes doubted he had two bladders. But at least he looked human, not a trace of deformity, and Ji Ma had confirmed that he had a perfectly shaped skull, a purebred human.
Even the most radical witch hunters of the empire wouldn’t find a reason to judge him.
Below.
“Hey, big white ant.” Barsa, riding a black stallion, turned her head and said, “I never promised to spare your life.”
“I never asked for it, angry little girl.” The Mother of All Beasts lifted her tentacle staff, crashing a knight to the ground violently, “My request has always been simple: bring me the succubus, dead or alive.”
George led fewer than fifty knights charging toward the Mother of All Beasts. Beside her were only a few beastmen. This was truly an excellent opportunity.
Without the personal guard of offspring, George saw hope to end the Mother of All Beasts.
Moreover, they were already at the distance to use “Divine Charge,” but he didn’t rush to activate it and approach the Mother of All Beasts.
Because there was a scarred bull beside her, and numerous familiar dark elf figures. If he rashly plunged into the fray alone, he would only fall into a trap, and rely on the other extraordinary ones and knights to cover him.
Please, Ji Ma, Jenna, Frostleaf, and everyone.
Jenna was still holding down the dark elf and could spare a moment to pray, calling for divine light to heal the valiant knights fighting.
Eve Frostleaf continuously shot arrows, unleashing elemental power beside the Mother of All Beasts. She gave up the idea of killing the Mother of All Beasts from a distance and instead provided fire support, focusing her firepower on the opponent’s crumbling line.
And Ji Ma?
Still floating in the air, flying, occasionally diving down to collect a few heads to fill her pain capacity.
The scales of victory, driven by the knights’ desperate fighting, gradually tilted towards the humans. But time was not on the humans’ side; more and more beastmen in the gray mist became aware of the battle here and were rushing over to support the Mother of All Beasts.
Seeing Barsa being restrained, George noticed her attention was seemingly not on protecting the Mother of All Beasts. He placed the Duke of Casson’s knight sword back into its sheath, leaped off his horse, and drew the ornate two-handed sword hanging from the celestial warhorse.
Silently, two rows of light wings sprouted from his back, the white light covering the color of his eyes. A paper tag, marked with a red wax seal, fluttered on his armor, filled with sacred epithets.
The scarred bull withdrew the axe from the knight who was nearly hacked in half and blocked George’s path, roaring:
“Two-legged goat! You will not pass me!”
With the light wings unfurled, George pushed off with his hind legs, carving a trench in the ground as he shot toward the Mother of All Beasts like a cannonball.
The scarred bull lunged, swinging a double-headed axe that was larger than George. George instantly transformed into a beam of white light, streaking through the bull, the light coalescing before the Mother of All Beasts into human form, where George swung his sword in a furious strike, the white light from the blade flashing like a meteor.
“Quick!”
The Mother of All Beasts admired him, accurately blocking the weak point of George’s sword with her tentacle staff—specifically, the upper half of the sword, where, according to lever principles, the closer to the tip, the easier it is to deflect.
George’s sword was deflected to one side.
But it wasn’t that simple; the divine power on the sword blasted towards the Mother of All Beasts like fire, striking her unprotected upper body.
The Mother of All Beasts’ skin suddenly turned a charred yellow, her red hair curling and igniting, but that was all.
Defenses were passive. George launched another Sacred Strike in mid-air.
The Mother of All Beasts swung her tentacle staff to create an illusion, but had to take a step back—this was the first time she had retreated.
George was about to pursue, but a tentacle suddenly struck from the side toward him. He hastily flapped his wings and severed the tentacle with a single strike.
“Very good!”
The Mother of All Beasts praised. She now held the tentacle staff with one hand because during a previous defense, George’s sword had slid along the staff, stealing her grip and severing her wrist.
At this moment, her upper body was already charred over half, her hair half-burned to ash.
The resilient skin of the Mother of All Beasts could withstand bolts from the enormous crossbows on the walls of Barto City. But now, under George’s sanctions with a vulnerability boost, it was as fragile as mortal skin.
Her loving smile remained on her face.
The scarred bull behind George was enraged:
“Come wrestle with me! I will crush you, bug!”
With that, he swung his axe, cleaving a witchling dressed in sea dragon skin stockings in half.
What a pity for the lady.
Ji Ma mourned silently in her heart and continued to drag this foolish creature into a dream, the opponent still unaware they were dreaming.
George’s next Sacred Strike was aimed at the Mother of All Beasts’ upper body, and he had no hesitation, not giving her a chance to recover.
The tentacle staff steadily blocked the two-handed sword held in both hands.
Because the Mother of All Beasts had reattached the severed wrist to the severed hand, and as if in fast-forward, her curled red hair grew back, covering her chest again, the charred skin shedding to reveal tender white skin.
All this took merely the time it took her to take a big step back, a brief window for George to fly in and strike again.
He needed to hit her body directly; these minor abrasions only scratched her surface.
With a thought, George flapped his light wings, getting closer for another Sacred Strike.
The Mother of All Beasts defended while retreating, but every passive defense would inevitably reveal a flaw. With George’s sword raining down like a storm, even if the Mother of All Beasts reacted and acted quickly, a defense that failed to redirect George’s sword meant George could turn the sword around, applying pressure along the staff’s length, sliding the blade and stabbing toward the Mother of All Beasts.
Even if her body, like a snake, was agile and soft, the entire upper body twisted to one side like rubber, the sword tip accurately pierced into the left side of the Mother of All Beasts’ chest.
That was the position of her heart.
Ignoring the intense light pollution, George felt the tip of the sword hesitate, breaking through a layer of tough skin and penetrating inside. Yet it felt as if there were crab pincers inside the Mother of All Beasts’ body, firmly grasping his sword, slowing its speed.
George was airborne, his feet unable to gain leverage on the ground.
At the same time, George saw a tentacle striking from the back of his head and noticed the Mother of All Beasts raising her staff to strike him.
George shouted with all his might, straining his arms and light wings.
The tentacle wrapped around his waist, and the staff struck his solid Celerium helmet, creating a dent.
Yet the ornate giant sword jutted out from the back of the Mother of All Beasts, extending and, in the end, crossed blades with her chest, bending her waist.
“No! Mother!”
The bull, waking from the dream, didn’t expect that in the mere moment of the dream, he turned to see his mother pierced through the chest by a sword.
Not only that, but Eve Frostleaf also took the opportunity to shoot several arrows into the Mother of All Beasts, five arrowheads embedding into her lower back, but only half of the tips penetrated, clearly showing the toughness of her porcelain-white skin.
“Ah, that hurts.”
The Mother of All Beasts smiled, her bare arms tightening around George.
In response, George twisted the hilt of the giant sword as a counter, the blade slowly turning forty-five degrees.
“What a lovely child.”
The Mother of All Beasts said with blood trickling from the corners of her mouth.
Nearby, the fighting knights cheered loudly.
The scarred bull’s eyes filled with tears; he wailed and turned back to chop George into meat paste, but a light net descended from the sky, firmly ensnaring his legs—it was Jenna’s handiwork.
Ji Ma only felt partially relieved; she used all her pain power to dive at high speed towards the back of the Mother of All Beasts.
At that moment, all the arrows embedded in the Mother of All Beasts exploded, causing the wounds to expand to the size of a fist, but then they retracted as Eve Frostleaf did not give up on outputting ranged firepower.
Ji Ma passed through the shockwave of the explosion, thrusting her “branch axe spear” towards the back of the Mother of All Beasts, aiming at the horrible wound made by George’s giant sword.
The spear tip penetrated, accumulating the pain power that tore at the wound. The power blessed by the Blood God drew the Mother of All Beasts’ blood, severing her blood vessels.
As a result, George’s sword finally turned ninety degrees.
But that was all.
“What a good child.”
The Mother of All Beasts whispered, her arms firmly wrapping around George, resembling nothing like someone who had been stabbed in the heart.
Her chest split open, ribs splayed, white ribs biting down on George as the ribs scraped against his armor, making a harsh, eerie sound.
George gritted his teeth, refusing to kick the Mother of All Beasts away, forcefully pressing down the sword, the sharp blade slowly cutting down, slicing the wound.
“Why is it so meaty?!”
Ji Ma yelled, swinging her branch axe spear forcefully, intending to strike George’s sword to make it cut faster.
The scarred bull’s eyes bulged; his muscles tensed as he witnessed the couple trying to dismember his beloved mother.
He roared with all his might, somehow managing to break free from the light net, charging toward George.
Ji Ma continued to strike George’s ornate giant sword; the blade finally managed to “cut through” the bones of the Mother of All Beasts. Her glossy neck sprouted eyes that stared at Ji Ma, and an annoyed female voice echoed from the front:
“Succubus, you are truly unbearable.”
Before she finished speaking, a large mass of white flesh beneath Ji Ma suddenly shot out over a dozen spiked tentacles, lunging at her.
Ji Ma hurriedly used “Puppet Surrogate,” sending a poorly made puppet to take the hit for her.
The scarred bull roared: “Get off my mother’s body!”
An axe struck George’s lower back. He gritted his teeth, feeling for the first time the powerlessness of his sword; he was close to cutting the Mother of All Beasts in half, yet she still wasn’t dead.
Ji Ma emerged from her invisible state behind the Mother of All Beasts, shouting to George, “George! I’m over here!”
Helplessly, George transformed into a beam of light and activated Divine Charge toward Ji Ma, breaking free from his bindings. His feet landed, and he shot toward the back of the Mother of All Beasts’ neck.
The scarred bull was consumed by impotent rage: “No!”
Because the Mother of All Beasts was in between him and George, he couldn’t block her.
The Mother of All Beasts twisted her wrist and caught the tentacle staff just in time to block this Sacred Strike. But for George, just barely blocking it wouldn’t suffice; the two-handed sword penetrated halfway into the Mother of All Beasts’ neck and came to a halt.
George reversed his grip, ready to chop off her head.
The Mother of All Beasts said, “Won’t your succubus save you?”
At this moment, Ji Ma was weakly falling from the air; the amulet on her chest was burning. It was then she realized that the entire time, the Mother of All Beasts had been using curses to seep into her. Since coming into contact with the Mother of All Beasts, the curse had intensified, now erupting within her.
What was worse, the dark elf knight Barsa suddenly charged at her, and poisoned crossbow bolts flew toward Ji Ma.
George faced a dilemma.
This guy George would surely choose to slay the Mother of All Beasts to save the people, and to prevent awkwardness, Ji Ma hurriedly raised her hand and shouted: “George! Don’t mind me!”
