Chapter 712 Two Galewings (2)
The two Galewings descended cautiously towards the base of the towering tree, their large wings flapping as they maintained a safe altitude.
Their sharp, penetrating gaze swept across the area below, their senses heightened and on guard for any indications of potential danger.
Even though the tree's presence was unusual, they were unable to identify any immediate dangers.
The area appeared to be safe, with the shade of the tree offering a much-needed break from the intense sun of the desert.
After spending a few moments pondering the matter, they determined the location was well-suited for their nests. With a shared glance, they turned, ready to leave and gather materials for their new home.
However, as they did so, something struck the right wing of one Galewing. The impact wasn't strong enough to cause serious injury, but it was enough to disrupt its flight.
With a surprised squawk, the hit Galewing spiraled downwards, flapping its wings to regain control.
As the other creature looked on, filled with horror, it observed its comrade descending towards the barren desert floor.
With a swift motion, it shifted its view to witness the unfolding events, shifting its attention to the comrade who was now plummeting downwards.
However, with its high vantage point, the creature was able to observe a figure swiftly approaching the second Galewing just as it began its descent towards the ground.
In its attempt to see, the beast narrowed its eyes in order to decipher the enigmatic figure before it. The speed at which the figure was moving prevented a clear view. The beast was able to find out that it did not belong to the desert's native fauna.
The fear that the creature felt transformed into a state of panic as it observed the figure drawing near to its friend, attempting to regain control and escape by taking flight.
The Thaid plummeted from the sky, its body spiraling downward in a desperate struggle for control. As it fell, its wings flapped, straining against the pull of gravity.
With each beat, the bird attempted to regain the altitude it had lost, as the air rushed past in a deafening roar. It was clear from the frantic movements that panic and confusion were filling its head.
The ground below loomed closer with each passing second, a threatening presence growing ever larger. The Thaid, in a final and desperate attempt, made one last effort to stabilize its descent, but the approaching ground was becoming increasingly close. Until it was no more.
The beast in the sky knew it had to act fast, had to protect its companion. But what could it do? It was high above the ground, too far away to reach its comrade in time before that creature killed it.
With a desperate cry, it dove towards the ground, determined to do whatever it could to protect its comrade.
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While witnessing the uncontrolled descent of the Galewing, Erik wasted no time in activating his brain crystal powers. Despite the challenging sandy terrain, his body moved with practiced ease as his legs propelled him towards the falling creature.
"You are mine!" His voice carried over the barren landscape. The Galewing descended closer to the ground, its enormous form creating a dark silhouette against the pale sand.
The Galewing made a deafening noise as it crashed onto the ground; the sound echoing throughout the silent desert. A cloud of sand was thrown up, completely obscuring it from view for a moment.
However, Erik showed no signs of slowing down or hesitating as he fearlessly charged through the swirling sand, piercing through it like a swift arrow piercing a mist veil.
By using the power of mana, he directed it towards his Force-Fist brain crystal power, resulting in a significant augmentation of his already formidable strength. He could feel the power coursing through his body, his muscles tightening in anticipation of the blow.
As he neared the fallen Galewing, he leapt into the air. The Galewing had regained its footing, its enormous eyes filled with fear as it looked up at him. But it was too late for the creature.
"You're dead!"
With the ferocity of a thunderbolt, Erik's fist surged forward, his muscles taut with adrenaline. Each movement had an eerie grace, reminiscent of a specter haunting its victim.
The strike to the Galewing's head was executed with lethal precision, his arm embodying the relentless force of nature itself.
With the strength of a tempest, the impact resounded, leaving no doubt about his dominance over the helpless creature lying on the ground.
As he stood there, the world seemed to slow down, creating a surreal atmosphere, while his eyes remained fixed on the creature's body that was jerking and convulsing violently because of the powerful strike. With its brain shattered, its life came to an abrupt end.
While hovering in the air, the remaining Galewing could only watch as its comrade met its unfortunate end. A shift in its demeanor was observed as it transformed from a state of concern to a powerful and palpable surge of anger that seemed to emanate from its physical presence. Though silent, its rage was unmistakable, a storm of emotions brewing within.
[GALEWING KILLED: MANA ABSORBING PROCESS STARTING.]
[0%...1%....5%...30%...70%...100%]
[MANA SUCCESSFULLY ABSORBED, STARTING CONVERTING PROCEDURE.]
[3...2...1...0]
[MANA SUCCESSFULLY CONVERTED INTO EXPERIENCE. 5321 EXPERIENCE POINTS AWARDED TO THE HOST.]
After his jump to reach the beast's head, Erik landed on the ground beside the now lifeless creature, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of his kill.
"One less." There was grim satisfaction in his voice.
Erik's victory over the Galewing was short-lived as the cry of the other creature pierced the air. The sound was mournful, a haunting wail that sent chills down his spine. He turned to face the source of the noise, his eyes meeting the gaze of the remaining creature in the sky.
The beast was watching him, its eyes filled with hatred. Erik could sense the creature's mourning for its fallen companion, but he could also feel its rage at the sight of him.
The Galewing, its eyes aflame with hatred, fixed its gaze on Erik, embodying both grief and fury. As it mourned its fallen companion, the creature's emotions transformed into a seething rage directed squarely at Erik.
It continued its dive, plummeting towards the ground with a terrifying speed. The beast cut through the air like a blade, each wingbeat propelling it faster, closing the distance. Its descent was a focused, vengeful charge, an embodiment of raw, unbridled wrath.
As it hurtled down, its trajectory was unerringly aimed at Erik, turning the creature into a living missile, a force of nature driven by a singular purpose of retribution.
Erik stood up straight, brushing the sand off his clothes as if what he had in front of him was just another bug to squash. "Your turn." A grim grin blossomed on his face, his voice echoing in the silent desert.
He took a step towards the Galewing, his eyes never leaving the creature. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick."
The Galewing let out another cry, its screeching voice trembling with renewed anger.
With a powerful flap of its wings, the remaining Galewing halted his descent. It was still high in the sky, its vibrant feathers catching the sunlight as it started circling above Erik.
Erik felt as the Galewing channeled mana, the air around the creature shimmering with energy. He could feel the power building and could see the intent in the creature's eyes. It was preparing to attack, to use its brain crystal powers against him.
The young man readied himself, his muscles tensing in anticipation. He knew he had to be careful, to be on guard. One wrong move, one misstep, and he could end up like the Galewing now lying lifeless on the sand.
But as he watched the Galewing, something else caught his eye. Behind the creature, eight more figures were approaching. Erik's heart sank as he recognized them for what they were - more Galewings, part of the same flock.
Erik's situation grew dangerous as he surveyed the sky, his eyes shifting rapidly between the solitary Galewing diving towards him and the oncoming swarm in the distance.
He drew a deep breath, steeling himself for the battle ahead. The recent victory over one of the Galewings bolstered his resolve; he knew it was possible to kill them, but that only if he fought one at a time.
However, Erik recognized that success depended not just on brute force, but on strategic thinking and judicious use of his skills.
In the momentary lull before the storm, he contemplated his next move, aware that each action could tip the scales of this precarious encounter.
The Galewing above, fueled by a mix of grief and anger, posed an immediate threat, its descent a promise of retribution.
At the same time, the approaching flock loomed like a dark cloud on the horizon.
As he readied himself, Erik's muscles tensed, and his senses heightened, Erik prepared to confront the Galewing head-on, determined to survive and emerge victorious.
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