NOVGO.NET Chapter 1846: The Ancient Stone Hero’s Might
Chapter 1846: The Ancient Stone Hero’s Might
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CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
Just four blows from the Ancestor were enough to overpower Aquarina. She vomited blood as her internal organs took massive damage, and that was saying something, considering she was already in her strongest form.
The shockwave from the Ancestor’s attacks sent her flying toward her friends, crashing into them with her full weight and knocking them down. The domain she had created shattered. Healing was only halfway done, and now all three lay bleeding on the floor, groaning in pain.
Their plans, their strategies—everything was broken. They were facing the impossibly powerful Ancestor, and he was only a fragment of his true self. In less than thirty seconds, everything had become a complete mess.
“I bet you got cocky because I lost an arm, right?” the Ancestor laughed, walking toward them. “Don’t think that’ll ever stop me! I’ve faced worse things back then… Young’uns simply don’t know the true challenges of the Past, and the horrors we heroes had to face.”
“Ugh…! Maybe we weren’t made for this…” Justicio cried. “Aquarina… we… we should forfeit. This is just impossible…”
“Yeah…” Silvia muttered, groaning in pain and looking exhausted. “It’s just not worth it to risk our lives for this power… W-We’ve gotten enough already, right?”
Aquarina heard her friends’ words. They were scared and hurting. They were content with the strength they had gained.
But compared to the absolute monster they were battling, all that power amounted to nothing.
Aquarina, unlike them, had faced even scarier beings than that Ant…
True Demons. False Gods. She had even seen the Gods that reign above the skies. Now that she could remember them, their power was overwhelming…
It truly felt pointless.
If she wanted to free Sylphy and her friends from the Fate the Gods had decided for them…
If she wanted to help them fight back against that dominion and create a brighter world beyond the endless cycle of destruction…
She would have to fight those monsters eventually.
And to even begin to comprehend the level of power she would need to defeat just one of them—it was simply insane.
For that very reason, Aquarina could not walk back. She could not hesitate.
Pyuku slowly wrapped his body around her and the others, channeling his powers. Healing elixir-like slime began to mend their wounds rapidly.
“P-Pyuku?!” Justicio asked.
“Wait, you can heal?” Silvia asked.
“I’ve been keeping it mostly a secret,” Pyuku sighed. “Whatever liquid I can consume, I can usually recreate it within my body…! I can keep you healed as long as you let me stay close.”
“But there’s a catch, right?” Aquarina asked, finally focusing her eyes.
Yeah, that’s right.
She couldn’t give up. Her friends’ words, full of despair, couldn’t reach her.
Who was this old man compared to the Gods?
He was still human. He could still be hurt.
She had just cut off his arm, and it seemed he couldn’t regenerate a whole limb.
There was a chance.
Silvia and Justicio glanced at Aquarina, noticing how she suddenly started speaking again.
“Well, my body will slowly shrink the more healing slime I use,” Pyuku said. “And it consumes Mana… but don’t worry, I can eat from your reserves, Aquarina.”
“Right…” Aquarina nodded, quickly pulling several Magic Crystals from her Shadows and tossing them to Pyuku, who caught and devoured them. “Okay, then—”
“Hey, what are you planning? You better not do something sneaky again, children! I like straightforward fights in here!!!”
The Ancestor appeared in front of Aquarina before she could say another word. His giant axe had turned into a hammer, rushing down to crush her into meat paste.
CRAAASH!
“Uuuggghh?!”
Aquarina felt an immense weight tearing through her muscles as she tried to resist the hammer’s overwhelming force. It drove her to her knees. She gritted her teeth as Silvia and Justicio rushed to help, pushing the hammer upward against its crushing pressure.
“UOOOOHHHH!”
They roared in unison, saying nothing more. Their Auras flared with power, converging into one. The Ancestor’s eyes widened for a moment as he felt the pressure—not just of their Auras, but of their Spirits, and Pyuku’s Aura as well.
RUMBLE!
“Ugh?!”
He felt the ground shatter beneath him as his balance broke for a moment. Aquarina didn’t waste it. She quickly drew Sylphy’s dagger—the one Sylphy had gifted her—and unleashed its thunderous power at full force, infusing it with her darkness and combining it with her Skills.
“{Abyssal Shadow Dagger Arts}: {Umbral Thunderstorm}!”
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
“What?!”
The Ancestor felt several stabbing and cutting attacks strike his leg. He began bleeding rapidly. Worse, black thunder spread through his wounds and into his nerves, trying to paralyze them.
“Uuugghh! You damn…!”
The Ancestor remained unmovable, but his arms hesitated. His legs felt paralyzed, weakening the strength of his hammer. He had forgotten to unleash a technique, too eager to crush Aquarina.
“NOW!”
Aquarina, Silvia, and Justicio roared. Pyuku kept them healed, dividing into three pieces attached to their necks. Their Auras converged into a giant fist.
The power of the Inheritance they had obtained reinforced the fist, glowing with gold, blue, and silver light.
BAAAM!
The hammer was smashed. The Ancestor’s balance broke completely. He fell to the ground for a second, stunned, as he saw the children rush toward him.
“Heh, not bad!”
He roared, standing up and powering up. He unleashed his Aura, charging his Spiritual Energies, Ki, and Mana together, converging them into pure Aura of the highest quality.
“HAAAAHHH!”
With a mighty roar, he swung his hammer again, unleashing a draconic cry as his Aura transformed into the shape of a massive, five-headed earth dragon.
“{Primordial Stone Hammer Arts}: {Five-Headed Millennium Dragon’s Wrath}!”
The Ancestor’s hammer surged with power, its impact shaking the entire battlefield. The five-headed earth dragon roared, its massive jaws opening wide as it lunged toward the trio. Each head carried the weight of ancient fury; the wrath of a thousand battles etched into its stony scales.
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