Chapter 602 The Battle Begins
As Lenny retreated from the imposing presence of the Primordial Beast, an ethereal transformation unfolded.
In the fluid dance of his conjuring, he raised his hand, and from the mystical weave of energy, materialized a staff that bore the semblance of a colossal flute. This was the Whistle Horn of the Hell Beast.
The staff, adorned with intricate engravings and pulsating with an otherworldly glow, resembled a giant flute in its form.
Its surface bore symbols that seemed to whisper ancient tales, and its length stretched like a bridge between the tangible and the arcane. Lenny, grasping the staff with purpose, wielded it as a conduit to channel the mystical energies that lay dormant within.
The Whistle Horn of the Hell Beast, though resembling a musical instrument, held powers beyond mere melody. Its purpose went beyond the realm of music, serving as a key to unlock forces that resonated with the infernal depths. The notes it could produce were not for the ears of mortal beings; they were vibrations that echoed in the metaphysical planes.
Besides, they were not for satisfaction but something a little more sinester.
As Lenny confronted the Primordial Beast, the Whistle Horn emitted an enchanting aura. The air seemed to shimmer with the unseen energy harnessed within the staff.
Lenny, undeterred by the formidable adversary before him, prepared to unleash the harmonies of the Hell Beast, a symphony that transcended the boundaries of the mundane and delved into the esoteric realms of power.
"if you were at full strength, this would not work, but you are not. In fact, your transfer into Victor's body gives the illusion that you are slowly dying" lenny chuckled lightly, "Are you aware that the Core of a primordial Beast is considered treasure?"
Lenny, undaunted by the formidable presence of the Primordial Beast, pressed the Whistle Horn of the Hell Beast to his lips. With a determined breath, he blew into the mystical instrument, and as his breath traveled through its arcane passages, an extraordinary melody unfurled within the aquatic expanse.
The notes, resonating with an otherworldly harmony, radiated in all directions, creating ripples through the waters. The melody, like a siren's call, echoed through the liquid medium, carrying with it the essence of the Hell Beast's power. The very currents seemed to dance to the tune, as if responding to the ancient forces invoked by the ethereal music.
The aquatic realm, where currents whispered secrets and waves held untold stories, became the stage for this mystical performance. The melody, unique and enchanting, intertwined with the very essence of the Primordial Beast's domain. The Whistle Horn, now an instrument of both music and magic, painted an auditory tapestry that reached the farthest corners of the aquatic expanse.
As Lenny commenced his melodic symphony with the Whistle Horn, the aquatic expanse resonated with ethereal harmonies. Yet, abruptly, the music ceased, leaving behind a pregnant silence that hung in the watery atmosphere. In that silence, several openings materialized on the formidable form of the Primordial Beast, and its cerulean blood began to pour out.
"What? What did you do to me?" the Primordial Beast questioned, its voice echoing through the underwater realm. However, Lenny, with a mischievous chuckle, raised his hand and conjured a luminous pearl before the bewildered gaze of the aquatic behemoth. This pearl, resembling a celestial basketball, shimmered with an inner radiance.
Lenny, with the aid of the Whistle Horn, had deftly stolen the core of the Primordial Beast. The once-mighty creature, now vulnerable and depleted, confronted the realization of its diminished power. The essence of the beast's strength, encapsulated in the stolen pearl, gleamed in Lenny's hands.
The aquatic expanse, witness to this mystical exchange, remained hushed as Lenny, the orchestrator of this underwater symphony, reveled in the success of his cunning plan. The stolen core, held aloft in the glow of the Whistle Horn, bore testament to Lenny's mastery over the following events.
The Whistle Horn, once a conduit for the otherworldly melodies that shaped the aquatic realm, underwent a sudden transformation. Its ethereal glow faded, leaving behind the semblance of an ancient, dried-out tree. The well of its power had been depleted, its mystical resonance spent in a single, decisive act.
Lenny, undeterred by the temporary nature of the Whistle Horn's power, waved his hand, and with a swift motion, the now antiquated instrument was sent into his storage unit. The residue of its magical energy lingered momentarily, a testament to the potency that had been harnessed for the theft of the Primordial Beast's core. He also sent the core into his storage unit.
Turning his attention to the beleaguered aquatic behemoth, Lenny offered a wave and a knowing smile. "Thanks for all the gifts! Bye Bye!" he exclaimed, the playfulness in his voice echoing through the underwater expanse. The Primordial Beast, left with openings leaking its azure lifeblood, could only watch as Lenny, the cunning liberator, made his departure.
Lenny made a cut on Victor's hand and then on his as he opened the portal back to the Arena.
However, the Primordial beast would not allow his escape, "LENNY TALES I'LL KILL YOU!"
The primordial beast did not hold back any longer.
It's mouth opened up as a blue blast of energy shot for Lenny.
It was the same time that Lenny jumped into the Portal with Victor in his hand.
"Shit!" Lenny cursed as he went through the portal, diving to the side as he did.
Coincidentally, the portal had opened up right in front of the Dragon, My Augustus's face.
*BOOM!*
The Blue blast of energy enveloped My Augustus. This was the full blast, sent with extreme anger from a Great demon realm existence.
The blast came with brightness that made it seem like it was day time.
However, Mr Augustus was not cheap either. He was also a Great demon existence.
He turned, with a blast of his own from his mouth to defend against the attack. But it had still been a surprise attack, causing him to slip.
His servants that were in front of him were all roasted to nothingness, and the Invitation stones fell to the ground.
Governor Momoa saw this, and immediately, he moved...
(Author's note: So much hard work and no gifts.... Gifts and golden tickets please.)
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