Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 918

Chapter 918: Part 1: Collecting monster cores Chapter 918: Part 1: Collecting monster cores From MC’s Perspective: The third warrior had fled far, but my heightened perception picked up traces of his path-disturbed dirt, broken twigs, subtle signs left behind in his desperation.

As I followed the trail, my pulse quickened.

The silence of the forest was suddenly shattered by a heart-wrenching scream, echoing through the trees.

It was filled with agony, and my stomach dropped with the realization that the scream had come from the warrior.

I rushed forward, my heart pounding in sync with my footsteps.

When I arrived, the sight was grim.

The warrior lay lifeless, brutally crushed to death, his body a crumpled heap at the mercy of a massive Class-7 Sky Python Monster.

The monster was colossal-its coiled body stretched out, thick as an ancient oak, easily between 20 and 25 feet long.

Its scales shimmered with an oily sheen, reflecting the dim forest light, and its eyes glowed with cold malice.

A predator through and through.

My gaze shifted from the fallen warrior to the python, and I realized that the monster had already sensed me.

Its body uncoiled slightly, preparing for another strike.

Its predatory eyes locked onto mine, and I felt the weight of its murderous intent.

I reached into my storage ring and drew out the black sword, its blade dark as night and sharp as a winter wind.

It felt familiar in my hand, a part of me, as if it pulsed with my very heartbeat.

Swoosh!

The python lunged with terrifying speed, its powerful muscles propelling it toward me like a bolt of death.

Its maw opened wide, revealing rows of glistening fangs.

I tightened my grip on the sword and braced myself, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As it closed the distance, I channeled my energy and unleashed my defensive technique.

“Lightning Wheel!” I shouted, my voice merging with the roar of the forming storm.

A brilliant, dense purple wheel of lightning crackled into existence around me, spinning with deadly force.

The air buzzed with electricity, the power far greater than I had summoned before.

The python slammed into the lightning wheel headfirst.

Boom!

The impact was cataclysmic.

The wheel detonated in a burst of raw energy, sending destructive lightning coursing through the monster.

The Python hissed in agony, its massive head writhing as the lightning seared through one side, burning through scale and flesh.

Yet, despite the damage, the monster refused to back down.

Its resolve was impressive, but its judgment had faltered.

It was no longer acting with cunning intelligence; instead, it had succumbed to instinct, driven by rage and pain.

“Foolish monster,” I thought, watching it coil and charge again, though its body had weakened.

It lunged once more, and I smirked.

This time, it was pure desperation.

As it neared, I repeated my attack, forming another wheel of crackling purple energy.

Boom!

Another devastating explosion rocked the forest, and the remaining half of the python’s head was obliterated by the powerful surge of lightning.

Its small brain was completely fried.

The gigantic body twitched, then collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

The monster’s final moments were spent writhing in a pitiful attempt to cling to life, but its vitality was draining fast.

I watched in silence, waiting patiently as the python’s thrashing grew weaker and weaker, until it finally stilled.

Death settled over the battlefield like a cold fog.

Only when I was certain that the last trace of life had left the monster did I step forward, the black sword still humming in my hand.

With practiced precision, I began to dissect the python, its massive form laying before me.

I cut through its thick scales, searching for what I came for: the monster core.

After a few moments, I found it-palm-sized, glowing faintly with the residual energy of the monster.

I pried it loose, wiping the blood from its smooth surface before slipping it into my storage ring.

The python’s body was still valuable, but without the proper storage containers, it would have to remain here, untouched for now.

As I turned to leave, my thoughts were already shifting toward my next target.

There were more monsters to hunt, and I had no intention of stopping now.

Shortly after dealing with the python, I found myself facing another formidable foe.

This time, it was a Red Striped White Sabertooth, a monster known for its viciousness and raw strength.

It stood there, comfortably gnawing on the remains of another monster, its powerful jaws crunching through bone effortlessly.

The sight of its bloodstained fur and muscular frame sent a ripple of tension through the air.

The monster’s fur was a stark white, marred by thick, red stripes that seemed almost like scars across its body.

Its fangs, long and menacing, gleamed as it chewed its meal.

This was no ordinary monster-it was a peak Class-7 monster, a predator that could even challenge a Class-8 with its brute strength and ferocity.

Roar!

The Sabertooth suddenly let out a thunderous roar, its head whipping toward me as it finally noticed my presence.

The force of its roar shook the ground, reverberating in my chest like the rumble of an earthquake.

I could feel the strength of the monster radiating from it like heat from a blazing fire.

This was a seasoned killer, one that had tasted the blood of warriors before.

It stood up to its full height-over seven feet tall-muscles rippling beneath its fur, and it locked its savage eyes on me.

But I could tell by its cautious approach that it couldn’t gauge my power.

That hesitation might be its undoing.

Yet, there was no doubt it was hungry, and I was its next target.

Roar!

Another deafening roar tore through the air, shaking the surrounding trees.

Without warning, the Sabertooth charged, a blur of white and red as it barreled toward me with terrifying speed.

Its massive claws dug into the earth, leaving deep gashes in the soil as it propelled itself forward, jaws wide open, ready to tear me apart.

I wasted no time.

Summoning my lightning energy, I formed a dense, crackling purple ball of energy in my palm.

“Lightning Drop!” I slammed the lightning ball into the ground just as the Sabertooth closed in, and a surge of electrical power rippled outward.

The ground itself seemed to hum with energy, and then-crack!

Several bolts of lightning erupted from the ball, jagged purple tendrils lashing out toward the charging monster.

The first bolt struck the Sabertooth dead-on, and it staggered mid-charge, letting out a guttural roar of pain.

The bolts continued to strike, one after another, each impact causing the monster to flinch and convulse as the lightning seared its flesh.

Its once-pristine white fur began to smolder, and its red stripes became streaks of charred black where the lightning had scorched it.

Roar!

The Sabertooth’s roar turned into a howl of agony, and its eyes-once fierce and calculating-now burned with mindless rage.

Bloodshot and crazed, the monster thrashed violently, refusing to succumb to the pain.

But it was clear the lightning had weakened it severely.

Its body was scorched, the smell of burnt fur and flesh thick in the air.

Seeing the monster in such a state, I felt a spark of satisfaction.

The power of the Lightning Drop had exceeded my expectations-it had stunned the monster, and given me a tactical advantage.

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

This would be an effective trump card in future battles.

But for now, it was time to finish the job.

I drew my black sword from the sheath, its blade humming with anticipation as I channeled my energy into it.

The sword pulsed with purple lightning, the energy crackling along its edge until the entire blade glowed with power.

The air around the blade seemed to shimmer as the energy intensified.

“Sword Divide!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the clearing as I raised the blade high.

With a swift, fluid motion, I brought the sword down, unleashing a concentrated beam of lightning energy from its tip.

The purple beam shot forward with incredible speed, carving through the air like a bolt of lightning itself.

Boom!

The beam struck the Sabertooth directly in the head, the energy tearing through flesh and bone with devastating precision.

The monster’s roar was cut short as the attack obliterated part of its skull, sending blood and bone fragments spraying into the air.

The monster’s powerful body jerked violently as it tried to comprehend the sudden, overwhelming pain.

Blood poured from the Sabertooth’s head, staining its once-white fur a deep crimson.

Its eyes, now glazed and unfocused, flickered with the last remnants of life.

But even in its weakened state, it attempted to flee, driven by its primal survival instincts.

The monster turned awkwardly, its body swaying as it tried to escape, but it was clear that death was only moments away.

I couldn’t allow it to get away.

With lightning coursing through my veins, I surged forward, closing the distance between us in an instant.

The black sword gleamed in my hand, and with a single, decisive strike, I brought the blade down upon the monster’s neck.

The cut was swift and final.

The Sabertooth collapsed, its massive body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

Its life force ebbed away quickly, the last flickers of vitality fading from its once-ferocious eyes.

I stood over the fallen monster, my breath steady, as the forest around us fell back into silence.

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