Chapter 83 - 83 80 Wave Takes Away_1

83: Chapter 80 Wave Takes Away_1 83: Chapter 80 Wave Takes Away_1 This sort of thing might sound alluring, but the people involved would definitely not feel that way. The sadistic nature of harpies, who loved to inflict pain, would not engage in tender talks of love with these males. Instead, they used their charm songs to forcefully mate, and the process was bloody. In their excitement, they would tear apart their partners with their four talons as much as possible. Even if someone could survive mating with the first harpy, there were still the second, third, and even fourth waiting for him, draining every last drop of his energy and blood until he was completely dry before they feasted on him—literally. In his past life, Gaven had witnessed a man revived by the Complete Resurrection Spell after being captured by harpies. Although he hadn’t gone mad, he was not far from it. A burly barbarian, at the slightest hint of a sweet female voice, would curl up in a ball, shaking like a sieve. Gaven, still some distance away, was also affected. The injured Erde was in an even worse state. Even though he wore special earplugs that prevented direct control by the song of seduction, he was clearly groggy, as if drunk, swaying precariously in the air, his flight speed severely affected. These Erde, who battled harpies for years, obviously had plenty of experience in handling such situations. Without hesitation, the injured Erde stabbed his own thigh with a short dagger, quickly and fiercely, causing blood to spurt out. The self-harming method was evidently effective; he immediately stabilized his figure. But the harpy had used this time to close the distance. The injured Erde could clearly smell the strong, fishy stench of death and icy chill emanating from the predator’s talons. A fierce light flashed across the injured gnoll’s face, and he vigorously flapped his leathery wings a few times, adjusting his posture to enter a high-speed dive. Folding in his wings, he left everything up to nature—the direction he was heading in was the large boulder where the previously spotted gnoll had hidden. The fall brought him greater speed. Kyah! The harpy was not content to let her prey slip through her talons and also flapped her wings, entering a dive of her own, occasionally vibrating her wings to increase her speed. Closer, even closer. Ten meters. Eight meters. Five meters. Two meters. The harpy’s talons on both hands and feet shone, preparing to give the Erde a deadly embrace from behind. Boom! The harpy felt as if her brain had been hammered, as an intense pain radiated deep into her soul. This pain came so swiftly that her entire mind turned to mush. Thud! By the time she regained her senses, she had intimately contacted the ground, and another wave of sharp pain swept over her. Only this time, the pain originated not from her brain but directly from her body. Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She had been in a high-speed dive, and the chaos in her brain had caused her complete loss of control over her body. What had happened? The harpy was still in a state of confusion, fluttering her wings to rise again, but the intense pain stopped her attempts—her wings were broken. What chilled her even more was the sight of a swift figure dashing towards her from not far away, a strong, agile, and handsome human—no, she smelled the familiar scent of elf on him; he was a half-elf. On any ordinary day, seeing such perfect male prey would have thrilled her to no end, but now there was only boundless fear—because she was not in the air but on the ground. At this moment, she was not the hunter, but the prey. When she clearly saw the azure in his eyes, she knew that the previous loss of control over her brain was his doing. It was this same blue light that had burst inside her mind. When they were about seven or eight meters apart, the boots on the half-elf’s feet suddenly burst with magical light, sending him into the air as if on invisible springs, his longsword slashing viciously towards the harpy. The Harpy struggled to dodge, but her previous dive had been too harsh, causing not only multiple fractures in both her wings but also severe damage to other parts of her body. Moreover, her body wasn’t well-suited for ground combat. Barely managing to stand up, Gaven’s longsword was already within reach. The Harpy could clearly feel the rich magic fluctuations emanating from it, enveloping her whole body with a bone-chilling coldness. I’m going to die! I’m definitely going to die! The Harpy was acutely aware of this fact; if the longsword hit her, it would surely take her life. But the opponent was too fast. The only thing the Harpy could do was to pull her badly deformed wings in front of her and spread them as wide as possible to form a shield of wings. Hiss! The Keen Edge Longsword sliced through the wing shield as easily as cutting tofu, and the claws she had set up in defense behind it were barely a negligible obstacle before they were severed by the magic longsword. But the attack wasn’t over yet. The powerful impact of his leaping body pressed the blade forward and downward. It wasn’t until the longsword touched the Harpy’s neck that it showed any finesse. The sword gently spun around, and the Harpy felt her perspective spin wildly. She saw her own wings cleaved in two, her claws chopped off, and her headless body spouting blood like a little fountain. This scene, which she had always enjoyed watching, she considered it to be the most beautiful scenery in the world. This time, she felt no beauty, only endless fear. Endless darkness was sweeping over her, offering a glimpse of the boundless horror it cloaked, where a fate of unspeakable misery awaited her. After that, she knew nothing. Gaven did not wait for the Harpy’s head to hit the ground before catching it mid-air and, without looking back, twisting his body and running towards his previous hiding spot. The noise they had caused was not small. Especially the sound of the Harpy hitting the ground after she had taken his Psychic Blast. Even those looking on from below cringed, thinking about the speed and height from which she dived; a fall like that would have killed an ordinary person many times over. Yet the Harpy managed to stagger to her feet, attempting to take flight again. But Gaven, who had been poised and ready to strike, wouldn’t give her that chance, rushing out and taking her down in one swoop. The whole action might have looked smooth and effortless. But he had used several trump cards. Psychic Blast, for starters, need not be mentioned—it was the foundation of bringing down the Harpy. Already possessing two Professional Levels as a Psychic Sorcerer, Gaven’s psychic power was stronger, with a longer attack range and greater lethal force, not to mention an increased stun duration. The final Jump Slash was powered by the Jump Spell in his Magic Boots, which could be used three times a day. The one-handed sword he held was a Magic Longsword with a built-in sharpness trait, yet even so, when striking the Harpy, there was still a noticeable delay. Both pieces of magical equipment were pilfered from Oster’s body. Though not the best magic weapons of the Nort Family, they were still quite the practical treasures. Seeing one of their own beheaded, the Harpies in the sky let out angry screams. Even their Song of Seduction carried unprecedented rage, agitating the charmed creatures below, some of whom even showed symptoms of charm, turning their eyes toward Gaven. Four or five Harpies charged toward Gaven’s location, full of fury as if to avenge their kinswoman.