V3: Chapter 53: The Tower Master's Strength
Octaville sneered, giving the figure a sharp tug, but surprisingly found the shadowy figure's stance very stable; the pull had almost no effect.
The shadowy figure seemed unwilling to linger with Octaville; he simply clutched the fruit in his arms, wanting to leave this dangerous place as quickly as possible. The shadowy figure exerted all his strength, trying to tear the robe from Octaville's grasp, but no matter how hard he tried, it was futile.
"OctaVilLE..."
The voice was incredibly eerie.
Octaville's attention wasn't on the voice at all; she was concerned that the figure could call her by name, meaning this shadowy figure knew who she was.
"Oh? You know who I am?"
Hearing this, the shadowy figure didn't answer again, but simply ripped it open with a "ripping" sound. The shadowy figure's cloak was torn in Octaville's hand, a severed corner remaining in her grasp.
The shadowy figure seized the opportunity to take two steps forward, attempting to break free from Octaville's grasp.
However, Octaville had anticipated this. She quickly caught up and firmly pinned the figure's shoulder.
"Hand over what you stole, tell me who you are, who ordered you... or you'll leave your life behind!"
In that instant, a gigantic tentacle emerged from beneath the shadowy figure, lunging at Octaville with incredible speed.
Octaville reacted swiftly, dodging the attack and leaping backward to land steadily on her feet.
"So, you've already given yourself away? So, you're the one Laura remembers, the one who killed her mother."
Even hearing Octaville's question, the shadowy figure didn't respond. He simply clutched the bag of fruit and tried to run away.
But...
The next second...
BOOM!!!
A massive explosion resounded through the night sky, flames erupted in the courtyard, clearly indicating that Octaville had made her move. However, compared to her previous displays of strength, this attack was obviously a significant restraint.
It seemed that since they were in an inn, Octaville didn't want to harm any innocent humans. Having reservations limited her power.
The shadowy figure seemed to sense this, and then gave a chilling laugh.
"OctaviLLE, you don't want to DRag these inNOccenT people dOWn with YOu, do yoU? THen yoU're TRUly a veRy gOod ToWEr MaSTer, no diFfeRent from US MonSTers."
However, contrary to the shadowy figure's expectations, Octaville simply crossed her arms, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Ha, you actually think I'd rashly use magic without any preparation? Honestly, you're seriously underestimating me. Are all monsters that simple-minded? Like single-celled organisms."
Under the cover of that feint attack, Octaville had quietly drawn a magic circle, affecting only that one area; other areas remained unaffected. Besides, she had already bought this inn with gold coins, and no one else had ever stayed there. Right now, the one thing their magic tower had in abundance was gold coins (after all, they had the support of the Langwendi family).
"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving."
After saying this, Octaville immediately raised her hand.
The shadowy monster gritted its teeth. It realized how troublesome its enemy was. If it didn't get serious, tonight might not end well.
As the shadowy figure moved, countless disgusting tentacles stretched out from behind it.
This shadowy monster, like a terrifying nightmare slowly crawling out of an endless abyss, cast a chilling and eerie atmosphere over everything around it. Its body was enormous and twisted, each tentacle seemingly alive, possessing its own independent will and ability to act. These tentacles writhed and rolled wildly in the air, like a group of frenzied dancers performing a series of bizarre dances in the darkness.
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, seemingly tearing the entire space apart, sending a chill down everyone's spine. Then, several of the shadowy monster's tentacles, like enraged dragons, suddenly transformed into several sharp arrows, hurtling towards Octaville with a whistling sound.
These tentacles traced eerie trajectories in the air, their speed astonishing. They seemed to possess their own life and will, precisely locking onto Octaville's location, intending to devour her into the darkness.
Octaville dodged the first wave of attacks with a swift movement. Simultaneously, she swung her staff, unleashing a dazzling beam of magical light that pierced the night sky, striking the monster's core.
However, these tentacles were different from the previous ones. They seemed to possess astonishing resistance to magic. The light struck them, causing only a slight tremor before they returned to normal.
Octaville frowned.
Seeing their attack miss, the tentacles seemed enraged. They lashed out even more violently in the air, like a pack of out-of-control beasts, attempting to engulf Octaville in endless darkness and chaos.
In an instant, each tentacle seemed to possess its own consciousness and power. They intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable net that completely surrounded Octaville. The stench emanating from the tentacles intensified, seemingly capable of corroding one's will and instilling despair.
Octaville nimbly weaved through the tentacles, seizing opportunities to create transparent shields with magic, deflecting the monster's attacks. Her movements were elegant and swift, even more slippery than the slime on the tentacles.
Octaville's body was light and agile; she seemed to merge with the air, each dodge perfectly avoiding the whip-like tentacles. Her movements were fluid and graceful, like a meticulously choreographed dance; every turn, every leap, precisely evaded the tentacled attacks.
Though the tentacles were ferocious and powerful, they seemed to lose their way before Octaville, repeatedly missing their mark, unable to touch her. Octaville's eyes remained calm, her gaze fixed on the tentacles, as if she could see through their every move and intention.
She raised her hand, grasping at the air, and a staff appeared in her grasp.
Octaville's staff traced dazzling arcs through the air, unleashing a variety of magical attacks. However, the monster seemed to possess extraordinary adaptability; neither fire, ice, nor lightning could inflict fatal damage on it.
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