Darius Supreme Chapter 447
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Darius and his three companions smiled playfully at the same time as they suddenly disappeared from the Faraday Cage, just before a yellow light lit up from beneath where they had stood.
Shocked, the group of Insect Lords could only look on as their targets had left as if nothing had happened. As for Beelzebub, he uncorked the Lunar Dew and swallowed it all at once as he shrieked.
"GET CLOSE TO ME!"
Spidersin webbed his compatriots and dragged them over immediately, whereby Beelzebub spawned an endless amount of small flies that wrapped around all of them like a shield.
The next moment, the room began to glow in a bright blue light, electric arcs appearing from all the spots that Darius had placed the warheads. All together and at the same time, these warheads exploded, releasing their might in this confined area.
KRA-KOOM!
From the outside of the Faraday Cage, it was just a muffled sound that made the walls of the entire construct expand as if a Titan had punched the wall.
Only those inside, as well as a certain Goddess who was watching the spectacle, would know just how catastrophic the attack was and how devastating it would have been if released anywhere else on Faust.
Soon, the ravaged internals of the Faraday Cage that was scorched black with nothing remained within showed slight movement. A patch at the center of the blackness moved a bit more, and some of the soot shook off.
Eventually, the movement strengthened to the point where what was hidden beneath was displayed. It was the bodies of 12 Insects, now the size of your average human, all of them in terrible shape.
[Rancido - Level 97 Toxic Bug
HP: 1,234/62,720 MP: 4,365/4,365 STA: 23,765/23,765]
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[Ladyba - Level 89 Soul Bug
HP: 345/34,543 MP: 14,534/14,534 STA: 2,233/2,233]
[Mothlina - Level 87 Support Bug
HP: 123/23,908 MP: 44,103/44,103 STA: 3,562/2,562]
[Heracron - Level 93 War Bug
HP: 2,345/54,976 MP: 6,887/6,887 STA: 20,500/20,500]
[Spidersin - Level 92 Assassin Bug
HP: 769/23,332 MP: 10,420/10,420 STA: 9,744/9,744]
[Anthony - Level 100 Worker Bug
HP: 2,988/56,008 MP: 23,200/23,200 STA: 45,800/45,800]
[Centicreed - Level 94 Burrower Bug
HP: 2,987/45,560 MP: 2,300/2,300 STA: 24,897/24,897]
[Bloodivore - Level 90 Blood Bug
HP: 71/17,180 MP: 12,360/12,360 STA: 5,800/5,800]
[Sonicket - Level 91 Sound Bug
HP: 89/21,311 MP: 33,182/33,182 STA: 9,881/9,881]
[Queenie - Level 99 Killer Bug
HP: 2,123/56,782 MP: 44,988/44,988 STA: 24,897/24,897]
[Gluttworm - Level 98 Devourer Bug
HP: 4,897/87,340 MP: 3,456/3,456 STA: 45,877/45,877]
All of the Insect Lords had suffered grave injuries so terrible that they were only an inch away from death.
Their bodies had been pulverized in many places. Those already ugly like Rancido and Gluttworm had become even more unpleasant to look at while those who had been pretty like the three lady bugs could no longer be described as lovely.
Parts of their bodies, like eyes, guts, antennae, and whatnot had been destroyed, leaving them looking like half-filled puzzle pieces.
All of them groaned as they twitched weakly on the ground, their Intellect gone as their true nature took hold.
More than just a few legs had been lost, chunks of their thoraxes, some of their eyes, and even 3/4 of Centicreed's overall body had been turned into ash.
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The nuclear explosion had been so intense that they would have died at the hands of just one if it were not for the protection of Beelzebub, who had put in his all to make sure that they would at least survive.
As for the Lord of the Flies himself… his situation would have broken the hearts of the bugs had they possessed any consciousness at this time.
His previous injuries had just been healed, but now…
Both of his eyes were blown open, blackish-green juice leaking from within. His proboscis had been snapped in half and the part that was left was bent at a weird angle. All his legs were gone and so too was most of his thorax.
He was like a strange legless body just lying on the ground, silent as if in death.
[Name: Beelzebub
Race: Insect
Class: Lord of the Flies
Subclass: ???
HP: 233/15,000 (245,674/3,360,000)
MP: ???
STA: ???
Level: ???
Strength: 15 (2100)
Agility: 1 (900)
Endurance: 1000 (1600)
Intellect: 32 (445)
Charisma: ???
Luck: ???
Abilities: ???
Weapons: ???.]
His already severely crippled stats which had been in the high thousands had been lowered further, making his previous crippled seem magnificent in comparison to his current one.
Beelzebub shivered and murmured lowly. "Well… played… human…"
Then, he released a swarm of flies that grabbed each of the Insect Lords and himself, quickly ferreting them away from this wasteland which was filled with radiation and devastation.
The next second, three forms reappeared in the devastated Faraday Cage wearing high-tech hazmat suits, one half-giant, one lanky man, and a lovely short elf. They inspected the devastated room while Darius held a device that measured the radiation level.
Reading it, he couldn't help but whistle in horror, not envying the bugs for what they had gone through. He could only sigh and put away the device before taking his group out of the ruined Faraday Cage once more.
While removing the suit, Darius couldn't help but grumble. "If I had been a bit faster, we could have gotten some easy kills to start the day."
Gunner and Xela shared a look then smiled.
"Where would have been the fun in the hunt if we had just finished them like that? Your plan would also fall apart." Gunner coolly pointed out.
Xela giggled and clapped. "Also, it's much more interesting this way. The last bosses have been severely injured and will not take part in the fight, so we can enjoy uninterrupted slaughtering!"
Darius and Gunner froze, then incredulously turned to gaze at Xela. The elf, realizing that she had let slip the darker side that she had developed during her time away from the duo, quickly covered her mouth and blushed slightly.
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