[Psychokinetic] Eyeball Pulling - Chapter 128 (Patreon)

Astrid wasted no time as she initiated the charge forward.

A cacophony of ear splitting roars filled the entire valley, but instead of the crazed screaming of psycho’s, it was of a more beastly variation. One after the other, large draconic monsters stampeded out of the enormous tents on either side of the valley entrance.

Their collection of stomps, along with the psycho’s screams were like a mad opera that demanded the attention of the audience.

The psycho’s pumped their fists in the air as they mounted them into battle. Some of them hung upside down as they bobbed up and down at every step of the enormous beasts.

“Rip their flesh!”
“Bloood!”
“Glory to the Eye Queen!”

Astrid couldn’t help herself become hyped at the manic charge of her troops. The blood pumped around her body as she increased her speed to join the frontline.

It wasn’t long before they met with their enemies. Femora, and driader had already begun battling each-other in the hundreds.

The femora’s used the trees to bounce on their unsuspecting prey with peculiar, and often changing movements.

Whereas the driader had a static fighting style. They stood in a rounded formation with long spears. If they happened to be looking in the direction of the leaping humanoid-insects, they would be impaled all the way down the shaft, to where their hands held the spear. All thanks to the added momentum of femora's mighty jumps. The driader also had the power of magic that greatly helped them fight their genetically empowered enemies. Fire would fire forward in a searing blaze, or purple arrows would shoot forward, tearing holes in the femora’s bodies as if they were nothing but paper targets.

But, they had obviously fought each-other for years–if not generations. They knew how to fight against their strengths and counter them in their own ways.

Astrid gazed at the strongest of the femora’s. She noticed three prince’s hanging on the tree, refusing to move.

No, they're biding their time for an opportune moment. Astrid thought as she gazed at them.

As the strongest within their respective groups, they had to be more intelligent, and patient, than the others. It was on them to deal the killing blows to turn the tide.

Then she moved her sight to the mage’s and the warriors glued to their side. Their bodies swirled with high intensity mana.

With a look from Identify, the three question marks were evidence of their strength.

It didn’t take long for all of them to realise that Astrid and the army of psycho’s were approaching. After all, they weren’t really going for a stealthy approach.

Most likely they had already realised that they were coming from afar, but they obviously didn’t want to show their back to their bloodthirsty enemies. In fear of having their lives reaped at any movement from their high velocity movement speed/attacks.

Their respective sides glance over at Astrid as they made some subtle changes.

Astrid frowned. This wasn’t the first time that a third party had involved themselves, she could feel it. It wasn’t going to be as simple as she originally thought.

Even the maddened stricken psycho’s stopped. Or it was more accurate to say that they were determining whether to strip the flesh of the humanoid-insects, or the elongated tribe.

Whatever they were all thinking, it stopped once the Great No-Eyed One unhurriedly stomped toward them. A trail of steam was exhaled from the vents in his mask as the ground thudded with every step.

“Round them up and slaughter their flesh.” the Great No-Eyed One commanded as the psycho’s listened.

They parted like a tide as one half bolted to the left, while the others moved to the right. In only a couple seconds, the entire army of both Femora’s and Driader’s were surrounded.

“Progenitor, remember these words,” The Great No-Eyed One said. Although he looked at Astrid with profound respect, his hollowed out eye-sockets also gazed at her for what she truly was–a child. “There is strength in numbers, but once one reaches such a stage, they are nothing but roadblocks in your great journey. The Eye-Queen lived a life of solitude for a reason, not from her choice, but because no-one was capable of following in her footsteps. There may come a time when you have to make a choice.”

The Great No-Eyed One words held a deep sense of loneliness. It struck a chord with Astrid. All these years, he was the only one that had regained his mind. He was surrounded for decades with no-one to talk to, or communicate with.

She dwelled on his words for only a moment, until he made his move.

The Great No-Eyed One unstrapped the hulking saw-blade from his back. He stepped forward and the earth shattered under his might. Following it, he disappeared, only for a sonic wave to take his place. The blast struck Astrid back. She grit her teeth and planted her feet in the ground.

Looking up, a trail of blood and bone was carved through the army in a wide area. As he swung his saw-blade, a spectral version of it grew into a massive spiralling death blade. Then, it was launched toward the crowd that surrounded him.

The mages desperately attempted to raise any form of defences. Their mana spiked. Some erected translucent barriers of pure mana, while others rose the earth from the ground in an attempt to halt the Great No-Eyed One’s attack.

The more agile warriors of the driader army tried to jump out of the way. But the rotating blade was too fast for them to react. The moment they had the thought of dodging, the blade tore through their bodies.

The femora witnessing such might had already begun scarpering in every direction. However, the Great No-Eyed One held little remorse. With a burst of mana, several rotating saw-blades emerged within the air.

Astrid watched as the surprising masked magic-warrior commanded the blades to fly out in the direction of the femora prince’s. The highly concentrated mana tore through the trees like they were nothing but an insignificant road bump, cutting through them instantly, they passed through the enemies that Astrid had struggled with just hours ago.

The Great No-Eyed One released a powerful burst of steam from his mouth. Just as he was about to turn, he immediately crossed his arms together as an intense impact struck his body backward. His enormous body slammed through multiple trees before he managed to gain control of his body by shoving his hand into the ground.

Finally, he ground to a halt.

Where his body used to stand, a lithe humanoid with long, zig-zagged legs had taken his place. The monster closely resembled that of a femora, but a minimalist glowing white crown adorned its head. And where its previous bark-like skin was before, a slender black and white armour took its place

The aura it produced was enough to cause Astrid to take a step back in precaution. It wasn’t an opponent she could face. Not at her current strength. She used Identify, but the information only confirmed her suspicions.

Level ??? - Femora Overlord.

The monster tilted its head.

A tingle crept its way down her spine at the gaze. It was as if a superior life-form was gazing into her soul, inspecting her every movement.

A sonic boom was created behind her, but she wasn’t worried. The Great No-Eyed One rushed head-first at the Femora Overlord.

Without moving, a spectral, rotating blade screamed past her head as it chopped a few golden strands of her hair off. As it approached the Overlord, it squatted to load its legs just like the other femora, but unlike the lesser variants, the Overlord accomplished it instantly.

Astrid immediately lost track of the monster as it reappeared glued onto a nearby tree. It was already squatted, ready for another burst of incredible speed.

The spectral blade ravaged the trees in a wide arc with a screech. The trees creaked, only to fall to the floor with a crash.

The Great No-Eyed One stood in front of her as she almost sighed in relief. Almost, as another newcomer walked out from a blanket of mist–a driader.

Frowning in annoyance, she raised all her defences to the maximum. The dull, droning pain from raising her mana more than she could control made her feel alive.

The matter in her vision resembled dust in a poorly lit room. She wanted to be ready for anything, and if she simply relied on her eye-sight, she would be killed without knowing how, or why.

Just as she was going to move, a pillar of light shot up into the stratosphere. It was clear that it wanted everyone in the world to witness its glory.

Extra dungeon mission created.

War of Evolution: Battle against the countless tribes of the Eyamos Jungle for a chance of obtaining the evolution stone.

Shit. Astrid frowned.

***

Brett rushed back to Leena’s side. He wasn’t sure if she was able to deal with the assassin, let alone fight back against him.

The only thing he was certain of was that Astrid would absolutely murder him if something bad happened to her battle-maid.

He reached back to the tree line and noticed a fierce battle. Leena was covered in a strange dark purple armour that almost bordered on the line of black. A screeching noise was emitted from the thick armour as her body refused to move even an inch from the repeated attacks of the assassin.

Unlike the other trained killer, this one had a hammer instead of the more subtle weaponry of a born killer. Each strike of the hammer caused a resounding boom from the assassin's monstrous strength, yet still Leena didn’t budge.

Brett catapulted himself from the shadowed tree-line and hurtled straight for the masked assassin. His dual-daggers grew larger, a black shadow swallowing the blades whole as he aimed them straight for the enemy's throat.

The masked assassin seemed to sense the danger as the mouth on his mask twisted upward. Witha stomp of his foot, the earth cracked, and surged all around the man. Like a wave, it blasted along the ground with resounding booms.

Brett thought himself safe as his feet weren’t even touching the ground, yet at the last second, the earth rose from the ground and threatened to impale his chest with enormous earthen spikes.

Frowning, his blade sliced through the rock, and with a touch of his hand, repositioned his body onto the base of the spike, and sprang toward the assassin-warrior unimpeded.

He felt a frigid cold overtake his body–a sign that he was spending too long in his shadow, but he willed his body to continue. A twin black streak, trailed from his two eyes as the enlarged tip of his blade sunk into the masked assassin's throat.

Just as Brett was about to pierce it further within, his heart leapt within his chest as he smelt a stench of rotten egg. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

A cataclysmic explosion rocked him, his senses were overloaded by a ringing sound within his ear. Then, it was rapidly overshadowed by the smell of burnt flesh.

Brett slammed into the ground, after rolling a few times, he flipped his body onto his feet. Glancing at the surroundings, the masked assassin was blown into smithereens. Only scraps of fabric remained.

A man in a golden, haloed mask, strolled out from the tree-line. Brett met his lifeless gaze.

Then, seething in pain, he peered at his arm. It was no longer there. Only a never-ending stream of warm viscous red splattered the verdant green grass below.

Extra dungeon mission created.

War of Evolution: Battle against the countless tribes of the Eyamos Jungle for a chance of obtaining the evolution stone.

Brett grit his teeth. He had to move.