Blood Elf Monarch

The battle between the strongest magus level elves against the terrifying god-serpent monster Jormungand had already lasted for more than two hours.

The elves endlessly bombarded Jormungand with all kinds of attack magic without mercy. It made Jormungand cornered and unable to counterattack.

Time and time again, the monster roared in a booming voice, trying to summon the two guardian monsters, who had been guarding him and the demonic wyrms in the swamp forest. But in vain, there was nothing left in that place but him.

Tristan, the blood elf monarch, had slaughtered all of Jormungand's guard, so this time, the god-monster was fighting alone.

"Do not stop!" shouted King Ivaasar, still shooting a very sharp spear-shaped tree trunk from empty air towards Jormungand.

A hopeful smile spread across his face. After waiting for 50 years in a very dark and humid place without seeing the sun again and feeling how warm it was, the time had finally come for hope to come for him to get out of that place.

King Ivaasar stared at Tristan, who was busy slashing at the neck of Jormungand and creating several gaping holes to drain the blood in its enormous body.

Tristan looked at the king he had saved a few hours ago, the king smiled at him.

SPLAT!

BLOOP! BLOOP!

Tristan dodged the torrent of blood that was pouring from the neck that he managed to rip. The blood was pouring like a fountain in front of him.

Meanwhile, he immediately sped off, looking for another point to rip apart and do more damage to Jormungand's body.

Meanwhile, from a distance, seeing Jormungand increasingly cornered and approaching defeat,

King Castian growled in displeasure. He had clenched his hands.

He couldn't believe what his eyes saw at all, how could the fight against Jormungand turn out to be one-sided with the elves being superior?

He still didn't want to believe that this had all happened because the blood elf's strength had actually increased after absorbing the spirit souls of the three high elve elders, his relatives.

The blood elf had become a very powerful and frightening force. Even so, he still couldn't accept Tristan's actions in the slightest.

The magus level elves, who were already in the vanguard, continued to pound the god-serpent Jormungand with various types of high-tier magic, scrambling to take down the ancient monster.

They created explosions and weapons from blood, metal, fire, wind, roots and thorns of giant plants.

Jormungand could not move. Even though its body was continuously emitting poisonous gas, King Ivaasar's giant tree still continued to work effectively to purify the air in that place.

King Ivaasar's giant tree was strictly guarded by the guarding team in charge, too.

Queen Leena and Kolvar was in harmony, creating a barrier every time Jormungand threw liquid from his mouth at the tree, trying to attack from a distance.

They were both very observant in predicting the attacks that came from Jormungand. On the other hand, Kolvar used buff magic on those fighting in the front row.

The high elve elder's magic buff might not be as strong as before due to his decreased strength to the crescent moon level in his new body, but even so, the speed boost buff was very useful for those in the front row.

Callan could speed up the slashing power of his sword with the help of the buff given by Kolvar.

Meanwhile, the warrior Hanz guarded the tail of Jormungand, which repeatedly hit the ground, trying to break free from the trap Nora had set under the rubble of the pillar to restrain it.

Splatt!!!

Tristan slashed at the monster's neck, which had lost its original form. Even so, the giant's body was still able to stand even though its shape was already almost unrecognizable.

Jormungand looked very miserable with its long neck having a lot of gaping holes.

Boom!

King Vizier managed to melt Jormungand's snout and, at the same time, ignited its protruding tongue after he managed to strike a fierce fire-coated metal fist.

The dark elve king stood guard closest to the terrifying monster's head. He was very wary because he didn't want to be hit by a god-serpent toxic hurricane attack and made Tristan have to take care of it too.

Jormungand was seriously getting cornered.

The strength of the strongest elves managed to make Jormungand unable to move.

Moreover, two giant dragons scrambled to attack and tear it apart from the air.

Every time the god-serpent was about to aim and cast its very strong poison, the two dragons flew up to disturb the monster from different directions so that it was difficult for Jormungand to find its target.

BOOOM!

Nara breathed her flames towards the monster's head, and the tip of the flames engulfed the swamp forest nearby.

Explosion after explosion made the originally dark place turn a little lighter in colour.

"Almost there."

Tristan and the others were already sweating because the air temperature in that place had increased drastically due to King Vizier's fire magic and also the flames of the bloodgem dragon, Nara.

Even so, nothing could stop their power.

The retaliatory attack proceeded as planned.

And Tristan, he really enjoyed his attack on Jormungand.

The spear-shaped weapon of blood that he had created multiple times using his [Blood Synthesis] had successfully pierced through Jormungand's tough body without being bounced off.

It was significantly much more effective than before.

Boom!!

King Vizier hit Jormungand's head once again with a gigantic metal fist that was covered in smouldering flames.

Jormungand was helpless, and its very long body wobbled backwards.

Even so, the snake still didn't give up. At that moment, Tristan realized that Jormungand had opened its mouth wide before pulling its neck back up straight.

Tristan knew what the monster was planning, while the dark elve king's body was still in the same position as the last time he attacked.

Before it was too late, Tristan summoned Nara through his mind, and the dragon bloodgem sped off to pick up the Monarch.

"Nara, you know what to do!"

"Yes, my Monarch."

WOOSH!

Tristan stood firmly on the dragon's head, and the dragon carried him, flying quickly towards the head of the Jormungand, which had started to move back upright.

But before the god-serpent threw the toxic god-serpent poison at King Vizier for revenge, Nara had already thrown the Monarch's body at the monster's head.

[Blood Mastery - Blood Synthesis]

Tristan creates a weapon resembling a stone thrower made of blood.

And just as Jormungand spat out the toxic liquid from his mouth, Tristan's weapon caught the poison and

SPLAT!

The thrower made of blood returned the god serpent's attack on itself, making the poison now landed perfectly on the monster's face and reacted with the open wound.

HISSS!

Jormungand looked very miserable.

"You can't stand your own poison, huh?"

Tristan saw it as an opportunity,

Tristan's mind automatically connected to Nora, who was flying nearby. And he ordered the dragon to pick him up.

Woosh!

Tristan jumped on the golden dragon's head, which quickly shot towards Jormungand's head as it was contorting itself, trying to rid its face of its own poison, causing several giant pillars in the place to shatter and fall into stone debris.

[Blood Mastery - Blood Synthesis]

This time he created a large sword that looked very heavy. And with the help of the flying force momentum of the golden dragon, Tristan swooped down on the head of the Jormungand.

Splattt!!

His first slash made his sword stuck after cutting half of Jormungand's head. But using his blood monarch body strength, Tristan pushed his sword even harder until all the muscles in his body tightened in a terrifying form.

"Groooaaaa!"

SPLAT!

The giant's head finally managed to be severed and separated from its body.

[Blood Mastery - Soul Extraction]

Clink!

An orb shone brightly out of the headless giant's body, hovering, trying to escape.

But Tristan's blood cage soon reached it and held the spirit soul of Jormungand.

[Blood Extraction]

[52 drops of god-quality blood have been extracted]

[520,000 blood essence has been obtained]

Tristan smiled with satisfaction seeing the results he could get from the fight against Jormungand.

Currently, he had stored two spirit souls from mythical creatures and one spirit soul from ancient mythical creatures, which he would keep until he needed additional strength.

"It's over."

Tristan turned to check on them, the magus level elves, who looked utterly unbelieving at the victory they had finally gotten.

However, before they could celebrate the victory, suddenly the giant pillars that became the battlefield shook violently. It was as if there was a shift in the ground beneath.

And within seconds, the pillars began to crack and crumble into rubble that was razed to the ground.

Meanwhile, at the same time, Tristan could hear a terrible sound from above the very dark cave ceiling.

CRACK!

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