Chrysalis
Chapter 231
The slowly rotating vortex of death engulfed the Gigantic Croca.
Die! Die you overgrown hand bag!
Please?
The Gravity Bomb continues to suck in air, sticks and whatever else is unable to resist its immense pull. The power of the Gravity Bomb still shocks me to my core. When mana reaches a critical density, scary things start to happen and the Gravity Bomb is a pure example of that. However, I know that this is only half the spell I'd hoped it to be. Whatever property the Massive Croc had imbued into its flame it had eaten away at the mana packed in my spell, reducing its strength dramatically.
It's too hard to get a decent visual on the enemy with the spell still in effect. My pets and I dig in our heels to resist the insidious drag of the bomb and prepare ourselves for the moment the spell drops.
The next five seconds feel like an eternity. My heart pounds in my chest as I await the results of my spell.
The spell flickers for a moment and fades. For a brief moment I see the Beast, then the world is fire.
HOT!
The clever son of a Garralosh! The damned Croc sacrificed an arm to the spell! It must have sensed the density of the mana coming towards it and reached out to trigger the bomb before it could touch its torso!
The level of strength required to resist the pull at such a close range … is something I can't think about right now! It's too damn hot!
Flame erupts everywhere around me and I immediately fire off my three prepared gravity bolts and task my sub brains with cranking out a water construct on the double and I leg it! The three spells are reduced by the flame as they pass through but retain some of their power as they strike home against the crocs left leg.
This monster looks fairly damn strong but I'll take any advantage I can get at this point!
"Vibrant! Hit the thing but keep your distance!" I holler.
"Roger-Roger!" she cries as acid begins to fly at the Croc from behind its shoulder.
Yikes!
torrent of flame continues to pour out of the beasts mouth. It's obviously a little annoyed but that friendly bomb I lobbed its
Dash!
and begin to sprint in a zig zag moving away
on me. Give it heaps!] I
Tiny bellows and thrusts both meaty hands forward
CRACK!
forth from the apes hands and stab straight into the Croc's side! The electricity ripples across the beast and the smell of cooked flesh begins
turns its blazing eyes towards
see the arm that had been consumed by my pre-emptive strike is beginning to regrow. A bubbling lump of flesh had appeared where
curse within my mind and launch another two Gravity Bolts at the Croc's left leg before turning more attention towards the water transformation construct. It's my only
as the acid steams as it eats away at the scales on its back. Perhaps its confident it can regenerate the damage along with its arm? That doesn't
strike?] Vibrant calls
You hear me? Don't come out until I give the word!]
critical moment when she can get close enough to apply her damage unscathed. The trick is getting the
[Tiny, JUMP!] I scream.
crackling blue flame has begun licking the space between the Croc's teeth when I shout my
Too late.
Croc. Controlling the lightning from that sort of range was taxing on Tiny in the first place, combined with his intense focus it isn't
its head forward and a focused torrent of blue flame spears through the air. The heat is intense. Even though the flame isn't directed at me
quick enough. He cuts off the flow of lightning and leaps high, but one foot is caught in the narrow blast of
giant ape bellows as he lands awkwardly, falling to one side and propping himself
it looks down on the ape. It takes a lazy step
Wrong move!
Forceful Water Cannon!
reached level
a skill
About Chrysalis - Chapter 231
Chrysalis is the best current series of the author RinoZ. With the below Chapter 231 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 231 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com