Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 836 - 836: Check: Ending the Past: Part-3

"Arrrhh!!" Aria groaned in agony as the thick, pulsating tendrils coiled around her body, constricting her with crushing force. She struggled, trying to pry them off, but the sheer strength they exerted made it impossible to even budge.

It felt as if her ribs would snap at any moment under the relentless pressure.

"Haha... How does it feel, slut?" Alaric's voice echoed, dripping with sadistic pleasure as he watched her struggle. His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement at her suffering. "Being squeezed like an insect, crushed into nothing... Tell me, does it hurt? Do you feel powerless?"

His words made her skin crawl, but what made it worse was the way his tendrils tightened even more as if they were responding to his twisted amusement. The immense force made it hard for her to breathe, her lungs barely able to expand.

Her trembling fingers struggled to hold onto her bow. "I-I need to..." she gasped, her voice strained as her entire body burned from the pressure. "Arrhh!" A sharp groan escaped her lips as her face turned crimson, blood seemingly rushing to her head from the overwhelming force.

"Pathetic," Alaric sneered, his voice laced with mockery. "You can't even move, can you? I expected more from you, but look at you now—completely helpless!" He let out a cold laugh, raising his hand slightly. "Fuck it, slut! Just break already!"

The tendrils responded instantly, tightening further around her fragile body.

Grip!!

SHUTTT!!!

Alaric expected to hear the sound of her bones snapping, her body finally giving in to the unbearable pressure. But instead—

Something snapped.

Not Aria.

His tendrils.

His grin faltered as his eyes darted to where his once-unbreakable tendrils had been wrapped around her. His pupils shrank in shock. "What the..." he muttered, his expression twisting in confusion. His eyes frantically scanned the area,

Then, he moved—

However—

"Not going anywhere, bitch."

Thalia's voice was drenched in amusement as she yanked him back, gripping him tighter.

And then—

"Thalia, up!"

Aqualina's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. She was airborne, her two thin blue swords glinting as she descended from the sky like a vengeful spectre.

Thalia responded instantly.

With a single motion, she drove her knee straight into One's chin with monstrous force.

BOOM!

One's head snapped back so violently that his hood flung back slightly, revealing—

Aqualina's breath hitched.

Two pure-white, pupil-less eyes stared back at her, empty and haunting.

Chuckkk!

Chuuucckkk!

Without hesitation, her twin swords plunged straight into those eerie eyes.

"ARRRRHHHH!!"

One's body convulsed, his limbs thrashing in blind agony. The force of his scream sent shockwaves through the air, rattling the battlefield.

Aqualina's lips curled in a sharp grin. "So, your eyes were your weak point all along, huh?" Her voice dripped with satisfaction

Thalia folded her arms, tilting her head as if studying the situation. "Figures. That's why it always keeps its hood down…" Then, her gaze flicked toward the swords still embedded in One's skull. "Though… I don't think they went deep enough."

Aqualina blinked. "What do you mea—"

Before she could finish, Thalia swung her leg like a hammer.

CHUCKKK!

The force of her kick drove the swords even deeper, sinking them right into the creature's skull.

One howled, his arms flailing as his body staggered back. He slammed his fists wildly against the ground, his rage shaking the earth beneath them.

Thalia smirked, easily dodging his blind attacks. "Too easy~," she mused.

Aqualina shook her head, exhaling sharply before summoning even more swords into her grasp. "Alright. Looks like it's my turn to have some fun."

Meanwhile, Alaric watched in horror.

Everything around him was chaos... Failed!

Master's Plan Failed!

His body screamed at him. His arms were shaking violently, his strength fading fast.

He was losing.

His teeth clenched, frustration and desperation intertwining into a single, overwhelming emotion.

He couldn't rely on anyone.

Not anymore.

His eyes flicked toward his wooden crown—his last resort. It still rested on his head, untouched.

A symbol of his power.

But power meant nothing if he died here.

His breath hitched.

And then—

He shook his head.

The crown slipped off.

The moment it slipped in between the inner jaws and him—

BOOOMMM!!!

A massive explosion of spikes erupted in every direction, blasting both him and Kaelen backwards.

"Grrrlnnnngg!!"

Kaelen let out a strangled groan, yanking at his mouth where jagged wooden spikes had embedded deep into his flesh. Blood dripped freely, staining his fur.

Alaric, too, felt the sharp sting of spikes piercing his body. His own blood trickled down his arms and legs.

But it didn't matter.

It wasn't critical.

It wasn't enough to take him down.

"F… fucking… bastard!!"

Alaric spat, his voice a mix of pain and rage. His gaze burned with pure hatred, a furious, unforgiving fire. He wanted to see Kaelen suffer—to watch that damned wolf writhe in torment.

Yet—

Even through the pain—

Even through the blood dripping from its maw—

That fucking wolf was still staring at him.

Not with fear... Not with weakness.

With hunger?

Pure, unrelenting hunger!!

Alaric's stomach twisted.

"Fuck it!" he snarled, forcing himself to stand. His body was sluggish, trembling, his vision swimming. But he couldn't stay down.

Then—

'H-Huh?'

His heart skipped.

His body—swayed.

His limbs—felt weak.

A deep, creeping sickness spread through him.

"Fuck it!" Alaric shouted as he slowly struggled to stand up when he saw Kaelen running towards him again... he knew lying there would be dangerous.

And then—

"ARRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat.

He clutched his hip, his fingers digging into the wound where Kaelen's fangs had punctured.

Purplish-black liquid oozed from the bite mark.

It burned... It corroded... It spread.