Chapter 27: The one who would not fall
The Frosthorn Alpha staggered as round after round slammed into its chest and flanks, carving out chunks of frozen flesh and staining the cavern floor with blood.
The two knights, the mercenaries, and even the soldiers wielding arquebuses were amazed by the power behind each shot. It was at the same level of power as a knight nearing the second mantle.
As the Frosthorn Alpha got up, its wounds were closing due to the freezing temperature it was emitting. The Frosthorn Alpha let out a shuddering, bone-deep howl as it charged the prey that dared wound it.
One of the knights who was at the third mantle intercepted the lunging monster, blocking it with his shield covered with his aura. The knight was pushed back several steps but held his ground, then shoved the monster away with a surge of raw strength.
It was at that moment that a second round of fire rang throughout the caverns. The Frosthorn Alpha used the mana from its horn to summon a large ice pillar blocking some of the bullets, but before it was able to do that, it had already been hit numerous times.
At the rear, Robert finished his chant.A four-circle spell [Fire Lance] blazed into existence.A long flame in the shape of a spear hovered above his head, radiating such heat that the snow around him hissed and melted.He pointed, and the lance shot forth.
The fire lance pierced through the ice pillar and hit the Frosthorn Alpha. The monster was still alive, but barely. It could no longer stop its bleeding using ice since its body was burning. The monster howled as it decided to at least take down someone with it.
The Frosthorn Alpha spotted Lucen, who was the smallest amongst the humans present. As it was about to lunge at Lucen, the sound of the arquebuses’ fire rang in its ear, and that was the last thing the monster heard before its death.
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Once the Frosthorn Alpha was dead, Robert quickly headed towards Lucen. "Hey, I have so many new things to show you."
When Robert got near Lucen, he was confused since the other party was not responding; he was simply standing there, pointing a smaller-looking arquebus at his face.