LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Tide shifted
The massive serpent reared back, its head towering like a monstrous obelisk over the group, and from the obsidian scales of its enormous body, a sickly green mist began to seep. The noxious fumes curled and twisted like spectral tendrils, spreading rapidly, corrupting the once-clean air of the floating island.

“Attack!” Lyerin’s commanding voice sliced through the oppressive air like a blade, breaking the paralysis that had gripped the group. His hand shot forward, signaling the Pig Orcs to launch their assault.

The Pig Orcs roared in unison, their voices guttural and fierce as they surged forward, their massive frames cutting through the thickening fumes. Their weapons gleamed in the dim light, each swing and thrust carrying the force of their monstrous strength.

The first clash was deafening. A Pig Orc, larger than the others, slammed its spiked club against the serpent’s coiled body, the impact sending a ripple through the beast’s scaled form. The serpent hissed, a sharp, high-pitched sound that vibrated in the air, its enormous tail whipping around to strike the attacker. The blow sent the Pig Orc sprawling across the ground, its massive body skidding against the dirt, but another Orc was already there to take its place, swinging a massive cleaver at the beast’s tail.

The serpent retaliated with terrifying speed, its body uncoiling like a whip. Its fangs bared, it lunged at a group of Orcs, its jaws snapping shut with a sickening crack that echoed across the battlefield. The Pig Orcs scattered, their discipline momentarily broken as they avoided the deadly maw.

The air was quickly becoming unbreathable.

The green mist grew denser, clinging to everything it touched like a toxic shroud. The Pig Orcs coughed and hacked, their immense forms staggering as the poison began to seep into their systems. Their once-ferocious roars weakened, their movements growing sluggish. One by one, they began faltering, their blows losing strength, their stances wavering.

“Hold your ground!” Lyerin barked, his voice unwavering despite the dire situation. He stood tall amidst the chaos, his piercing eyes scanning the battlefield, calculating every move.

The girls, huddled behind him, watched in horror as the fight unfolded. Cornelia clutched her staff tightly, her knuckles white as she muttered incantations under her breath, preparing spells to shield the group if the battle turned against them. Maria and Lydia gripped their weapons, their faces pale but determined, ready to defend Lyerin and the others if the snake turned its wrath toward them.

The serpent’s strikes grew more vicious, its massive body a blur of motion as it lashed out at the faltering Pig Orcs. One Orc managed to drive its spear into the beast’s side, but the serpent twisted violently, its tail slamming into the attacker and sending it flying. Another Orc swung its axe, but the weapon glanced off the serpent’s hardened scales, leaving only a shallow scratch.

“Focus on its head!” Lyerin roared, his voice cutting through the cacophony of battle.

The Pig Orcs rallied, their movements becoming more coordinated despite the toxic fumes weakening their bodies. They pressed forward, their weapons aimed at the serpent’s head. But the beast was cunning—it reared back, its massive jaws opening wide as it unleashed a spray of venom. The corrosive liquid sizzled as it hit the ground, creating a toxic pool that forced the Orcs to retreat.

The situation grew more desperate by the second. The Pig Orcs, so dominant at the start, were now on the defensive, their strength waning under the relentless assault of the fumes and venom. Several collapsed to their knees, their once-mighty forms reduced to coughing, gasping shells.

But then, something changed.

The remaining Orcs, those who had endured the poison the longest, began to stand taller. Their breathing, once ragged, grew steadier. Their movements, sluggish and labored moments before, became more fluid, more purposeful. The green mist that had clung to their bodies seemed to dissipate, no longer affecting them.

Lyerin’s sharp eyes noticed the shift immediately. A faint smile played on his lips as he muttered, “Good. Adapt, as you always do.”

The Pig Orcs roared once more, their voices stronger, more powerful than before. The poison that had once been their greatest weakness now seemed to have no effect on them. They charged at the serpent with renewed vigor, their weapons striking true, their movements no longer hindered by the toxic air.

The serpent, sensing the change, hissed angrily, its massive body coiling tighter as it prepared to launch another attack. But the Pig Orcs were relentless, their strength and determination unwavering.

The tide of the battle had shifted.

The battlefield was engulfed in chaos, the once-pristine air now saturated with the acrid stench of the serpent’s venom and the relentless pounding of heavy blows. The serpent, once an unyielding force of destruction, began to show signs of wear. Its scaled body, which had once gleamed with an impenetrable sheen, now bore deep gashes and punctures, its dark blood oozing onto the ground and staining the floating island’s surface.

The Pig Orcs roared as they pushed forward with unrelenting ferocity, their hulking forms moving with a terrifying combination of brute strength and precision. The toxic fumes that had earlier rendered them weak and sluggish now seemed to fuel their rage, their bodies having adapted to the venomous air. Their movements grew more coordinated, their strikes more calculated, and every swing of their weapons carried the weight of their raw power.

One Pig Orc, larger and more imposing than the rest, surged forward, its enormous war hammer glinting ominously in the dim light. With a guttural roar, it brought the weapon crashing down onto the serpent’s coiled body. The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield, causing the serpent to writhe in agony, its hiss of pain reverberating across the island.

The serpent lashed out in desperation, its massive tail whipping through the air with enough force to shatter stone. Several Pig Orcs were thrown back, their colossal forms tumbling across the ground, but they quickly regained their footing, their resilience unmatched. The serpent’s head darted forward, its jaws snapping shut with a deafening crack as it attempted to crush its attackers, but the Orcs were prepared.

A group of Pig Orcs flanked the serpent, their movements synchronized as they attacked from multiple angles. One drove a spear into the soft flesh beneath the serpent’s jaw, the blade sinking deep and eliciting a furious roar. Another leaped onto the serpent’s back, its massive axe carving into the beast’s tough scales. The serpent thrashed violently, its massive body contorting in an attempt to dislodge the attackers, but the Pig Orcs held firm, their grip unyielding.

From the sidelines, Lyerin watched with a sharp, calculating gaze. His eyes darted across the battlefield, taking in every movement, every strike, every reaction of the serpent. “Stay on its blind side,” he barked, his voice carrying over the noise of the fight. “It’s slowing down. Wear it out!”

The girls stood behind him, their faces pale but resolute as they clutched their weapons tightly. Cornelia whispered incantations under her breath, her hands glowing faintly as she prepared to cast protective spells if needed. Maria and Lydia exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of fear and determination, while Emily and Natalie kept their eyes locked on the serpent, ready to spring into action if the beast turned its wrath toward them.

The serpent’s movements grew more erratic, its strength waning as the battle dragged on. It struck out wildly, its venomous fangs snapping at anything within reach, but the Pig Orcs were relentless. They dodged its attacks with surprising agility, their weapons finding their marks with increasing frequency.

The serpent reared back, its massive head towering over the battlefield as it prepared one final, desperate attack. Its jaws opened wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth dripping with venom. The air seemed to grow heavier, the tension palpable as the serpent unleashed a deafening roar that shook the very ground beneath them.

But the Pig Orcs were ready.

The largest among them, the one wielding the war hammer, charged forward with a thunderous roar of its own. It leaped into the air, the hammer raised high above its head, and with a mighty swing, it brought the weapon crashing down onto the serpent’s skull. The impact was earth-shattering, the sound reverberating across the battlefield as the serpent’s head slammed into the ground.

The beast writhed in agony, its massive body convulsing as the Pig Orcs closed in for the final blow. One after another, they struck the serpent with all their might, their weapons carving deep into its flesh. The serpent let out one last, pitiful hiss before its body went still, its lifeless form collapsing onto the blood-soaked ground.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield, broken only by the labored breaths of the Pig Orcs as they stood victorious. Lyerin stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixed on the fallen beast. He let out a quiet sigh, a small smile playing on his lips.

“It’s done,” he said softly, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction.

The girls exhaled in unison, their tense shoulders relaxing as the reality of their victory sank in. The Pig Orcs let out triumphant roars, their voices echoing across the floating island as they celebrated their hard-fought victory. The massive serpent, a once-unstoppable force, now lay defeated at their feet.