Chapter 472 - 465. Wound and Reality
"Gaah!" Gus coughed as he was flung toward a boulder--not by the beast, but by the storm of miasma surrounding the berserking beast.
He felt pain traveling through his spine as blood spurted out of his mouth, and then again, pain shot as his injury was being mended. Fuck--was there really no method of healing without pain?
Still, he was grateful for the immediate response, and got on his feet again. As he looked around, he saw a lot of espers getting flung back too. Everything happened so suddenly, and they were in the middle of a dense battlefield where there was barely any place to get away. Even the minion beasts got swept in the storm of miasma surrounding their commanders, getting crushed and shredded in the process.
But Gus couldn’t be happy about it--it would be better to just face a whole bunch of minions rather than a strengthened boss. One was okay, two was exciting, but sixteen?
No--Ashur and Zhan managed to kill two before this sudden miasma wave happened, so it was fourteen.
Like that made any difference.
"Get back!" Ashur shouted as he jumped back himself, before sending his white saber horizontally above him, as if piercing the sky.
Those who hadn’t been flung back immediately retreated from the battlefield, and they heard Iore shouted from the back.
"Firewall! Lightning volley!"
At the border of the battlefield, dozens of fire and lightning spells rained down the land, creating a curtain of magic that prevented the beasts from charging forward.
"Those with serious injury and corrosion in orange level--go back," Ashur ordered as he stabbed all of his armament in front of him like a fence. "Defenders--take Banner and Ike’s place."