Chapter 175 - 175: Time to get creative!

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The Lunaria squad pressed their assault against the ravenous bat‑beasts, their combined magic flaring like beacons in the dusky haze. At first, they held firm—until the creatures, as if driven by a cunning instinct, began coordinating their attacks. Packs of five swooped from their positions; then ten dove in lockstep, battering the students with relentless wing‑blades and acid spits. Overwhelmed, the young mages were forced back, their backs nearly touching as the beasts encircled them like living shadows. Greg had just dispatched three snarling beasts with a crackling bolt of lightning when five more descended. He pivoted on a fallen barrel, sparks dancing along his arms, but a stream of green acid spat from beaded fangs and sizzled into the cracked stone at his feet. Growling, he vaulted upward, boots skidding on loose gravel, then looped around to fire another lightning shot—only to see the beast's wing absorb the strike as though it were forged of iron. Nearby, Scarlet retreated slowly, each backward step highlighting the glow of her crimson flames. She swept embers outward, sending arcs of living fire to scorch any bat bold enough to close the distance. Yet the creatures probed her defense with maddening persistence, their steady onslaught forcing every member of the squad into a tight, back‑to‑back formation. By the time the dust settled from that first onslaught, forty of the beasts lay crumpled on the ruined market square. Forty remained, their blood‑curdling screeches echoing against shattered stalls and twisted iron lanterns. "Damn it," Scarlet cursed through clenched teeth, her sleeve smoldering where a stray wing had clipped it. "I took that peasant's advice to conserve my strength—and look where it's gotten me." "Tch! Should we go all‑out?" Greg snapped, electricity arcing wildly across his skin. "Let's do it!" Scarlet agreed, her voice igniting the air. Above her palm, a miniature fire‑dragon coalesced—a sinuous, ember‑glowing wyrm whose tiny wings beat in time with her racing pulse. At Greg's feet, the air shimmered as a lightning wolf pup materialized, its fur crackling with raw energy. Gordon's brow glistened with sweat as he struggled to condense his magic into a gigantic poisonous bird. Its ebony feathers glowed with sickly green veins of toxin. Jay, eyes steeled, gestured sharply—and a water serpent, scales gleaming like liquid silver, coiled protectively around his form. "Shall we terminate these annoying bats?!" Scarlet proclaimed, grinning as her little dragon opened its maw and an orange glow blossomed at its throat. "Do you even need to ask?" Greg laughed, the lightning wolf launching itself forward in a blur. And right on cue, ten out of the thirty bats dashed forward towards the wolf and at the last moment of impact, they swiveled around avoiding the wolf's shot of lightning and went straight towards Scarlet. "Oh! You want to get burned by me, suit yourself. Drags!" Scarlet shouted and two consecutive balls of fire erupted from her fiery dragon's maws heading towards the ten bats but they managed to swivel around so fast avoiding it, and then they got behind the group. Instead of attacking the students, they were seen heading towards another location. But more like they were heading to a specific person that was seen sitting down on the ground with his eyes closed and his legs crossed as he looked to be meditating. "Shit! They are heading for Grey!" Scarlet shouted and tried to move forward when the remaining thirty beasts made their moves as they dashed forward shooting out acid towards her when she tried to move. But with her dragon by her side, it shot out a long stream of fire hitting the acid giving Scarlet enough time to shoot out three flames of fire towards the beasts that moved away avoiding it. "I don't think they would allow us to help Grey so easily." Greg observed grimly. Five bats hovered before him, their wings flickering like sharpened scythes. In an instant, his lightning wolf surged forward at twice its normal speed. Three jagged bolts flashed from its jaws, tearing neat holes through leathery wings and sending the beasts spiraling downward. 'I saw the peasant do this… I think I've got it,' Greg thought, infusing his legs with crackling lightning to form electric boots. In a single pulse, he rocketed forward at triple speed, the ground bursting in a BOOM beneath his feet. Creation magic drains my mana fast, he noted, feeling its cold pull on his reserves. "But if I don't take these annoying flies out, I won't be a worthy rival!" he roared, a surging blade of pure lightning materializing in his hand. He darted behind three staggered bats, slashed in a blinding arc, and severed their bodies cleanly. Their heads rolled across the cobblestones as he flipped backward, boots and wolf fading in a cascade of spent energy. 'Ten seconds—that's my limit,' he panted, adrenaline sloshing through his veins. I still have a long way to go. "If they won't let us help him, well he would have to protect himself." Scarlet shouted as five beasts were seen in front of her as they dashed forward and in a flash, they were in front of her slashing with their wings but she was quick to react as she rocketed backwards. While her dragon shot a stream of fire catching one of the bats burning it to a crisp while for the remaining four, she punched the air several times sending fists of fire towards the bats that used their wings to block at once with the fists of fire only moving them an inch from the sky. Not until Scarlet's dragon unleashed a long stream of fire towards them before they could drop their wings down, they were already toasted as their bodies fell to the ground. Scarlet's dragon vanished in a final flare, leaving her to collapse onto trembling knees. Sweat and soot streaked her face. "My mana…" she gasped, voice hoarse. At the same moment, Jay raised his hands high. "And do you all think he can't protect himself?" The water serpent lashed out, crashing into ten of the remaining beasts as though it were a tidal wave unchained. Cries of ripping flesh and splintering bone echoed as the monsters were hurled into shattered facades, their forms dissolving in torrents of brackish water. 'This is the last bit of mana I have, I hope it works.' Gordon watched the last toxic bird shimmer into being, then hissed an incantation. A single bat lunged at the phantom creature—a poisoned shard erupted in a sickly green cloud, and the beast collapsed mid‑air, limbs twitching before it fell like a ragdoll. The remaining bats faltered, their momentum stuttering as the airborne toxin clung to their wings making their movements feel erratic and then, they began dropping down like flies. Only ten creatures remained—ten black silhouettes diving in for one final strike. They zeroed in on Raze, who planted his feet and summoned his fiery blade with a confident smirk. His miniature fire‑dragon hovered at his shoulder, embers dancing across its scaled hide. "I've grown fond of blades, so this will have to do." Raze muttered. He rocketed forward in a blazing drift of flame, weaving through acidic spits that hissed over his shoulder. A wave of fire erupted from his palm, deflecting a wing‑sweep with roaring intensity. He vaulted behind a lone bat, his sword tracing a flaming arc that sheared through its wing—its shriek drowned in the heat of his strike as it tumbled to the ground. Two more beasts fell to dragonfire: the little wyrm's breath roared like a furnace. The last pair twisted to launch acid from their maws—but the fiery blade in Raze's hand began turning into something shaping around his hand giving him a somewhat long limb but a barrel was seen at the end which was quite thin. "It's time to get creative!" Raze declared. "Fire Copy Magic—Breath of Hell!" His dragon unleashed a volcanic inferno while the flame cannon spat a lightning‑fast jet of searing heat. The twin torrents crashed into the bats' open mouths, sealing their fangs before incinerating them from the inside out. Their charred bodies collapsed in smoldering ruins as the dragon faded in one final burst of molten ash. Raze staggered back, exhaustion pulling at his limbs. "We… we did it. Twenty points for us…" he stuttered, voice trembling with relief and fatigue. A sudden cry cut through the settling dust—Scarlet, her tone edged with raw alarm: "Grey!" Raze's heart lurched. He whipped around to see ten bat‑beasts diving in on Grey's silhouette, mere inches from the calm figure seated in meditation. Their wings blotted out the dim sky, their red eyes gleaming with lethal intent. And in that moment, the squad's triumph teetered on the razor's edge of disaster once more. ___ {A/N} I hope we are enjoying the series so far? 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Chapter 175 - 175: Time to get creative!

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