YM778.TV Chapter 373: Taking A Breather
Chapter 373: Taking A Breather
Elijah was fully prepared for it...
The Reaper would not fail the Devil!
He pushed his hands forward and chanted:
"Distant Grasp!"
Every bit of his remaining Aether was funneled into this desperate gambit.
The small rocket within the barrel began to move, inching forward slowly as his Aether wrapped around it, restraining it.
His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a countdown to the moment of truth.
The rocket trembled, straining against the invisible force holding it back.
Sweat poured down his face, his focus unwavering despite the suffocating heat and stench surrounding him.
The beast\'s throat was tightening even further, crushing him, but he held firm, his eyes locked on the glowing Aether Core, the source of the creature\'s power.
Time seemed to stretch out, each second feeling like a thousand.
But then...
It all stopped.
The rocket paused.
Suspended in the barrel, its lethal charge held in check by Elijah\'s Aether.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Then, with a flash and a deafening growl, the rocket exploded.
The force of the blast reverberated through the Cannonjaw\'s throat, shattering the cannon and sending shrapnel flying.
Its flesh expanded fully, and Elijah was thrown backward, the impact slamming him against the walls of the beast\'s throat.
Pain shot through his body, but he refused to give in.
The explosion had done more than just destroy the cannon; it had disrupted the Cannonjaw\'s internal mechanisms.
Sparks flew and fluids leaked, the construct\'s insides now a chaotic mess.
That caused a seemingly never-ending rumble to spread through its body, and the insides where Elijah stood were no exception.
In fact, it was where all the power was concentrated, as its throat roughly shook.
The flesh suddenly closed in on him, tightening around his body, threatening to crush him like earlier.
Elijah didn\'t wait for that to happen, he pushed himself to his feet despite the searing pain. With each step towards the Cannonjaw\'s core, the crushing force grew stronger, as if gravity itself planned to flatten him into a pancake, much like the construct had done to Junior.
The pain was just that excruciating.
Every part of his body-his head, arms, legs, stomach, and back-felt as though it was being relentlessly squeezed, forcing him down to the meaty ground.
The pressure intensified quickly, reaching a point where even his arteries, veins, and blood vessels felt constricted.
His vision blurred, and dizziness overcame him, along with a host of other debilitating effects that sent him to a near-death state.
Breathing became a struggle, each huff a reminder of the unyielding force bearing down on him.
Some might\'ve felt that death was a better outcome.
But he didn\'t.
That thought didn\'t even cross his mind.
His goal was within his grasp, and he wasn\'t about to let go just because of \'some\' pain.
That mentality of his was ingrained due to the harsh training he received under Lyra and Emir.
So, like back then, he grunted out his effort and quickened his pace as best as he could, slithering like a snake.
And then, with a final, desperate pull, Elijah reached the core.
He crawled through the last of its slippery meat as he plunged his dagger into the core, twisting it with all his remaining strength.
Fsssshh-BOOM!
There was a blinding flash of light, followed by an earth-shaking implosion.
The Cannonjaw\'s growl turned into a gurgling roar as it convulsed and collapsed, its body disintegrating from the inside out.
Elijah was caught in that chaotic implosion, a law-defying vortex that Emir once experienced but way weaker, as the Aether within the core had neared emptying out, not enough to form an Anomaly.
Thankfully, his force shield took on most of the blow, leaving his body to deal with the aftermath.
Even still, that roughed him up quite a bit, as he was spat out from what remained barely alive, his rolling body repeatedly crashing into the ground as it slowed him down, until he stopped at once, reaching the wall and smashing into it.
The rest of the cohort, who were still conscious by then, watched in stunned silence as what remained of the beast turned into scrap no bigger than them.
The platform shook, and then everything went still, the Vortex dissipating.
The Cannonjaw Crocodile was dead.
The Cub was no more.
They killed a Tyrant.
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This... it was finally a moment of celebration, but even now, no one bothered to say a thing. Elijah for one, lay motionless on the ground, covered in the creature\'s ichor.
He was barely breathing, his body broken and battered.
Sofia, the least injured person in the group, decided to check up on him, forgetting that she
could do so using the channel.
The others moved as well, but she was the first to reach him, her hands trembling as she
checked for a pulse.
Thump... Thump...
"He\'s alive," she whispered.
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Jake, and Emma, who were on the way to them, limped over, their faces a mix of relief and
exhaustion.
They had won and done the impossible, but at a terrible cost.
There was no way they could continue the mission.
Right, killing the Cannonjaw wasn\'t the objective.
Even though the battle was over, they still had Arthur to extract, and who knew what he ended
up encountering.
They only hoped that it was something he could take on until they arrived.
"Let\'s get them out of here," Jake said, his voice hoarse.
"We need to regroup and tend to our wounds."
With great effort, and after a bit of time to heal, Jake lifted Elijah, Sofia lifted Quinn, and
Emma lifted Aria.
They began the slow trek back to safety, their spirits battered but unbroken.
Junior was picked up on the way, but as Jake couldn\'t carry both, he ended up dragging them
by their feet all the way to the second drop-off point.
It took them only a few minutes, as there were no monsters on the way.
It wasn\'t hard to figure out why, as every Berta Scorpion in the vicinity had come to the chaos
that was their battle against the Cub.
Anyhow, once they stepped foot in the point, they were met with a man wearing the UEF\'s
insignia, indicating that he was sent from HQ.
He welcomed them with open arms.
"We know of your victory, and we thank you. You\'ve made a hard week turn into an easy day."
They ignored him and passed by.
"H-Hey, wait!"
They didn\'t, continuing forward.
"Listen!"
Their ears acted deaf, taking his words in one way and out the other.
"Please! It\'s important!"
They seemed to not know what that word meant.
"...We have a reward for you!"
But that one they did.
It perked up their ears and slowed their steps.
They gave the man a bit of face, while still not stopping, as they were heading to the trauma
team respondents near the exits.
"What is it?"
"Better make it worth our blood!"
"...Hm?"
Smiling with returned confidence, the man jogged for a second till he reached them and then
matched their pace, used to being treated in such a way.
"That Cub would\'ve ruined an entire week\'s profit at a minimum if you didn\'t stop it when you did. So with that in mind, combined with the bounty for killing it, the reward we decided
to give you amounted to one Valora per person."
That was seven coins.
Seven Veez.
Seven billion UC.
An insane amount.
But to them?
The Elite and Azazel?
That was nothing.
Well, with the exception of Quinn.
She had little to no money before Emir sponsored her.
Now anyone worth their salt would\'ve reached that conclusion, meaning that it wouldn\'t have
been missed by HQ.
So before they could react with displeasure, the man continued:
"But as we know that money is no object to you, we managed to get our hands on a few twenty
percent off coupons that could be used for any transaction with the Big Eight."
Jake grinned, Emma smiled, and Sofia subtly nodded her head.
"Now we\'re talking!"
"That \'few\' better be seven!"
"Good."
The man clasped his hands at those reactions, seeing it as an opportune moment to bring in
the infamous \'but.\'
"But in return, we want you to sign an NDA about what happened there."
The three looked at him, then looked at each other, and then the two girls turned to Jake,
asking the obvious.
"Sure. Let\'s see if he replies."
Using his HUD which was connected to his terminal, he scrolled through his contacts and
called up Emir.
It rang once, twice, and a third, stopping at the fourth as the call was connected.