Panda Novel
Chapter 646: Trapped in the Jaws of Doom
Villain Ch 646. Trapped in the Jaws of Doom
- BAM! – BAM! – BAM!
Elio urged his mount forward and found himself navigating a perilous path between the massive hooves of the Behemoth. With each thunderous step the creature took, the ground beneath Elio’s mount shook violently, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
The sheer force of the Behemoth’s movements was enough to knock some of Elio’s comrades off their feet, their bodies trampled beneath the creature’s colossal weight.
Despite the chaos unfolding around him, Elio pressed on, his jaw set in determination as he guided his mount through the treacherous terrain. With every stride, the dust kicked up by the Behemoth’s hooves billowed around him, obscuring his vision and stinging his eyes. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
With each leap forward, he felt the ground tremble beneath him, the sheer magnitude of the Behemoth’s presence threatening to overwhelm him. Elio felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. Every movement was a calculated risk, every step a gamble against the odds.
"Attack the feet!" Elio’s voice rang out above the chaos of battle, his words a desperate plea to his comrades. He hoped that targeting the Behemoth’s feet would slow its relentless advance toward the city, buying them precious time to regroup and strategize.
But before they could act, the emperor’s voice cut through the air like a knife, dripping with disdain and arrogance. "It’s useless..." he hissed, his words a cruel reminder of their seemingly insurmountable odds.
Elio’s heart sank as he turned to the origin of the voice, his eyes widening in disbelief as he beheld the emperor hovering before him, a sly smile playing upon his lips. The sight of the black sword gripped tightly in the emperor’s hand sent a shiver down Elio’s spine, for he knew that this was no ordinary weapon. It was a different sword than the last time.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Elio realized that the emperor had obtained a new weapon, one that undoubtedly bestowed upon him newfound power and strength. Gone was the sense of hope that had flickered within him, replaced by a gnawing sense of dread.
"Oh no..." Elio’s voice hissed under his breath, his expression tight with worry.
His mind raced as he searched for a way to overcome this latest obstacle. But deep down, he knew that the odds were stacked against him, for the emperor’s newfound power posed a threat unlike any he had faced before.
Facing off against the emperor was one thing, but the stakes were higher than ever now. If he fell in battle, it wouldn’t just be his own life on the line. The tanks relied on him for more than just leadership; his presence bolstered their morale and kept them fighting with fierce determination.
If he were to fall, it could spell disaster for their entire operation, leaving them vulnerable and demoralized in the face of their enemies.
But even as the weight of responsibility pressed down upon him, Elio knew he couldn’t afford to dwell on his fears. Survival was paramount, both for himself and for the sake of his comrades. With each passing moment, the battle raged on around him, the chaos and carnage threatening to engulf them all.
"Just concentrate on your survival as if you will never respawn again after you die," Elio muttered to himself, his words a grim reminder of the harsh reality of their situation.
With a determined set to his jaw, Elio squared his shoulders and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Though the odds may be stacked against them, he refused to back down. He would fight tooth and nail to protect the city and his comrades, no matter the cost.
With a chilling determination, the emperor raised his sword high above his head, his eyes fixed on Elio with a predatory gleam. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, the black blade slicing through the air with deadly precision as it descended toward Elio in a menacing arc.
Elio’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the emperor’s attack unfold before him. With lightning-fast reflexes, he spurred his mount into action, his heart pounding in his chest as he desperately sought to evade the deadly blow.
As the emperor’s sword came crashing down, Elio’s mount veered sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike. With a gasp of relief, Elio felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins, his senses heightened as he fought to maintain control amidst the chaos of battle.
But the danger was far from over. The force of the emperor’s attack was so great that the blade pierced the ground with a deafening impact, sending tremors rippling through the earth beneath them. Elio’s mount reared up in alarm, its hooves digging into the ground as it struggled to maintain its balance.
For a heart-stopping moment, Elio teetered on the brink of disaster, his grip on the reins slipping as the force of the impact threatened to knock him from his mount. With every fiber of his being, he fought to regain his composure, his muscles straining against the powerful forces at play.
And then, with a jolt, the ground steadied beneath them, the immediate danger passing as quickly as it had come.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Elio spared a quick glance over his shoulder as he urged his mount onward. What he saw made his blood run cold and sent a shiver down his spine.
There, amidst the chaos of battle, stood the emperor, his black sword embedded in the ground with a force that had created a massive crater around it. Elio’s eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sheer scale of the destruction wrought by the emperor’s failed attack.
The hole was at least five meters in diameter, a gaping maw of destruction that served as a stark reminder of the emperor’s formidable power. It was clear that one wrong move could prove fatal, and Elio knew that he couldn’t afford to let his guard down for even a moment.