Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 518: The Curse of the Snake God
Monge stared blankly at his brother's retreating figure, his mouth agape enough to fit a sack, and after staring for a long time, he still couldn't give up and rubbed his eyes.

He knew that his brother's furnace power and golden power were significantly stronger than his own, and he also knew that his brother had been working for the past two years to fuse the two divine powers. Once completed, the brother would step into the realm of a monarch.

What he didn't know was that this guy hadn't even finished the fusion process, and had secretly developed a set of separation techniques. Why couldn't he do something like this, suppressing enemies with darkness and annihilating everything with a golden sword?!

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed. His brother's back seemed to have trembled slightly, and his power fluctuations had briefly shown signs of difficulty in resuming. However, before he could react, his brother stood up straight again, swung his sword to shake off the blood droplets, and appeared completely calm.

On the other side, the serpent Egrid's hundreds-of-meters-long hindquarters were severed in half, and the fire and shockwaves from the explosion were suppressed and fell back into the sea, replaced by a rain of blood and thunderous wails.

A demigod-level creature, possessing only realm and power, no matter how thick-skinned it was, was on the verge of death after being relentlessly beaten by the two for half an hour. The serpentine eyes no longer held any trace of arrogance or ruthlessness; apart from the blood-red color that almost filled the entire pupil, all that remained was overflowing terror.

Monger secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was his first time in four years to face such a "legendary" figure. It was impossible not to be nervous. Although his arrogant demeanor just now had a little bit of his true nature revealed and was improvised, it was mainly to provoke and paralyze the enemy.

With victory seemingly within reach, Monger, while remaining wary of the giant serpent's sudden, desperate attack, subtly approached his brother, his trident poised to strike at any moment, lest Egret discover his weakness and attempt to take him down with her in a self-destructive act.

Ten steps, five steps, one step.
Finally, with remarkable composure, Monger approached Mongot, taking the final step while his halberd pointed at Egret, preparing to deliver a final taunt and signal the end of the affair—

Suddenly, the giant snake opened its mouth to its widest extent. After its naturally cracked jawbone was fully stretched open, its gaping maw truly resembled an abyss, from which burst a sharp, piercing, and soul-shattering howl.

Within the shattered mountain, the blood rain that was still drifting in the air instantly transformed into sharp arrows that shot in all directions. The sound waves pierced through gold and cracked rocks wherever they reached. Even Munger clutched his chest, showing discomfort, and Munger, who was in even worse condition, spat out a mouthful of blood.

"coming!!!"

Monger, who had been on edge, instantly noticed the dark shadow that suddenly appeared on the sea of ​​lava. In the face of imminent death, Egret pushed her strength to the limit, and her 500-meter-long body briefly burst out with a speed no less than that of the two brothers.

Endless fire rain, carried by Him, blasted towards Monger, attempting to divide the battlefield, while the serpent's maw, like an abyss that devours everything, rushed straight towards Monger!
"You damn earthworm, I was prepared for this move!"

With a roar, Monger unleashed his prepared trident, cleaving the fire wave in two. His massive, fan-like feet stomped through the air, creating a series of sonic booms. He moved with even greater speed toward the snake's mouth, instantly blocking all the space between the giant snake and his brother!
But just as the halberd struck the snake's fangs, the force transmitted back from his arm was far less than expected.

The strange feeling was like a punch thrown with all one's might missing its mark; the unreleased divine and physical power scattered and surged through the meridians and internal organs, making Munger feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

Just inches away, Egrid's two purplish-black fangs were cleaved in two with a single blow. Her snake eyes, which had been filled with fear just moments before, were now brimming with resentment and even revealed a hint of triumph and madness at the success of her plan!
"Get back!" Mongot coughed up a mouthful of blood and charged toward his brother, but his movements were slowed by a moment due to his injuries from the exertion.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of Egri's remaining serpentine body disintegrated like rocks collapsing during a landslide. The extremely dense blood energy gathered into a spiral-shaped poison needle, which drew a fleeting blood trail in the sky before suddenly piercing Munger's heart!
Almost nothing but a broken skeleton, Egrid charged wildly toward the breach in the mountain, leaving a trail of maniacal laughter in the air.

"Hahaha, I know ordinary snake venom can't kill monsters like you. This is a cursed power I've accumulated over hundreds of years, refined from runes. It appears harmless, but it's the most deadly poison for demigods like you with your pure divine power. I originally intended to use this to seize the divine bodies of your brothers and sisters, but now consider it a grand gift!" Mongot had intended to rush out and intercept the half-dead serpent, even if it meant skinning it alive to force it to hand over the antidote. However, upon hearing this triumphant declaration of revenge, his steps faltered.
He looked thoughtfully at his younger brother, who was "poisoned beyond cure." Munger, who had initially looked terrified, listened carefully to his internal condition, blinked his large, round eyes, touched his stomach, and then frowned—

"belch--"

Montgomery: "."

Orochi: "."

The mountainside, riddled with holes, was utterly silent.

"A demigod with pure divine power..." After a long while, Monger looked at Aigarie, who was covered in wounds and whose snake form was almost unrecognizable, and a sense of guilt for receiving such a great courtesy appeared on his face. "The only thing that can be associated with us is the word 'demigod'. If you had told me earlier that you were being too polite, why did we have to fight to the death just now?"

At this moment, the serpent goddess Egrid, whose body was already halfway out of the mountain, stared blankly at Munger, who looked as if he had just taken a powerful tonic, and for a moment forgot to run away.

How much runes did that cursed poison needle cost?
Three hundred years old? Five hundred years old?
The runes he had absorbed through years of arduous cultivation were far from enough. To ensure the success of his plan to devour demigods, he had recently poured in almost a quarter of his life runes, thinking that since the ley lines had reopened and he would eventually have a demigod body with a cultivation speed many times faster, it would only take him a few years to recover.

Are all these runes now aiding the enemy?

Or are they two mortal enemies who look like ghosts and suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaving them barely alive?

Is this the good deed that Lady Egret, the Serpent God, painstakingly planned and orchestrated over a century?
Isn't he even more of a clown than a fool like Gynts?!
Aegyo let out a mournful howl of extreme grief and anger, crashing through half of the mountain wall and soaring into the sky. She didn't even have the courage to look back at the ominous brothers, fearing that if she looked again, she would be unable to contain the pain of losing her life savings and fall headlong into the air.

This time, once I escape, I must find a more secluded place to cultivate in seclusion, and one day, when I return as king, I will take everything I've lost from those damned, cursed demigod monsters—what is that?!

A colossal black shadow, obscuring the sky, resembled a mountain peak crashing down from the heavens. Just as Egret recognized the jet-black four-winged dragon body known as the "strongest rock," the Destruction Claw, wreathed in black and red dragon lightning, slammed down upon it, slamming it against the collapsing mountains!

Amidst the bursts of lightning and the crater created by the explosion, Egrid, her mind still hazy, managed to glimpse, through intermittent vision, a black dragon and a silver knight beyond the dust and smoke.

Following closely behind were two sword lights, one radiant with moonlight and the other with flowing fire.

Before the burning pain could spread throughout my body, a cool, liberating sensation swept across my chest, abdomen, and neck, finally flowing down the back of my head. My vision spun, and then I was plunged into a deep, eternal darkness.
(End of this chapter)