Second World Novel

Chapter 1682 Chapter 1682. Unkillable Being

“What…?” Jack stopped his attempt upon hearing Broidrireg’s call.

Broidrireg himself was casting two spells, Space Lock and Oppressive Water Prison. These spells were targeted at the eldritch beholder who had lost her anti-magic protection. The eldritch beholder just floated there receiving the spell. She didn’t show any sign of fighting back.

“So, are you going to seal me again?” The eldritch beholder asked Broidrireg. “But I can sense that seal on your chest is still fresh. You can’t do it anytime soon, can you? Hehe.”

“Seal?” Jack came to Broidrireg’s side.

“This creature and me go way back,” Broidrireg explained. “Back then, Suzaki was not the only unkillable being. This eldritch beholder was one as well.”

“Unkillable…?”

“This creature was born out of pure darkness. When it died, it returned to formless dark energies. These energies will gather at a place where malice thrives. They will feed on the malice and use it to reborn. Hence, it can never truly die.”

“Hehehe,” The eldritch beholder was chortling with a mocking tone. “So, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me or let me leave? Or, do you want to spend every day keeping me at low HP?”

As an eternal creature, the eldritch beholder’s HP kept on recovering. Her anti-magic planar wall returned once it went past the 5% HP threshold. Arlcard and Therras had been sending small attacks to keep her HP low.

Broidrireg grinned. The eldritch beholder was bewildered by the grin.

“Why are you smiling?” She asked.

“Ever since our ancient conflict, I have been working hard in preparation in case I met another opponent like you,” Broidrireg said. “Out of my centuries of study, I’ve created a new spell.”

“New spell…?” The eldritch beholder no longer spoke in a patronizing tone.

Broidrireg started casting a spell.

“I must say, this can be considered my most powerful spell, and I’ve never cast it on a real target before,” Broidrireg said. “Well, I almost cast it some time ago but I changed my mind in the last second. I didn’t expect I would have the chance to cast it again so soon. You should have hidden after escaping your seal instead of creating trouble that attracted my attention.”

The eldritch beholder had the skeptical expression as Broidrireg was casting. She didn’t believe that Broidrireg could have such a spell. When Broidrireg’s spell formation reached its fifth rune, she expressed her thoughts, “You’re bluffing…”

Broidrireg simply grinned at her words. When the sixth rune was completed, Broidrireg said, “This spell is a single-target spell. It erases the existence of the target. Its essence, its soul, everything! It will be as if you never existed.”

Hearing Broidrireg’s confident tone and seeing the spell formation continue to form its runes, the eldritch beholder didn’t feel so certain anymore. A thought surfaced in her mind, ‘What if Broidrireg was telling the truth?’

The countless eyeballs on her body flared green. They were shooting their green rays but those rays were muffled by the oppressive water prison that was drowning her body.

She struggled about trying to break free but the water prison applied heavy pressure, keeping her from moving. Broidrireg was channeling his mana manipulation to strengthen the water prison while maintaining his spellcasting. Without her anti-magic ability, she was unable to fight Broidrireg’s spell dominance. Arlcard and Therras continued sending attacks to keep her HP below the 5% threshold.

The eldritch beholder cast a fast spell in an attempt to disrupt Broidrireg. A large dark spear was conjured in front of Broidrireg.

Jack sensed the spell forming. He flew in front of Broidrireg while shouting, “Peniel, invulnerability!”

Peniel had returned to Jack after his clones were gone. She used the skill as requested.

The dark spear hit Jack and sent him flying, but he wasn’t hurt. Broidrireg lifted a hand and caught Jack’s flying body.

“You don’t need to do that, you know,” Broidrireg said. “That small spear won’t stop my casting.”

The eldritch beholder knew that as well. Broidrireg’s mind was extremely strong. A normal attack won’t cause any disruption. She cast the offensive spell out of desperation because she didn’t know what else to do.

Broidrireg’s spell formation completed its eighth rune and continued to its ninth. The eldritch beholder was speechless at the display. She knew for sure then that Broidrireg wasn’t kidding.

For the first time in her seemingly eternal life, she felt danger for her life. She felt fear, an emotion she had seen many times in the eyes of her victims but never truly understood. All the eyes on hers were now displaying the same fear when Broidrireg’s spell formation completed its ninth rune.

“No… NOOO…!!!” The eldritch beholder screamed. The mind blast she produced was many times stronger. Despite protecting his mind using mana manipulation, Jack still had to move away otherwise his head hurt like hell. He summoned his Runestone of Luck while moving away.

Broidrireg was unaffected. His spell was cast.

Multiple runes appeared around the eldritch beholder’s body. These runes stuck onto the eldritch beholder like a net. The eldritch beholder’s body slowly became translucent, starting from her outermost parts.

The small eyeballs on each tentacle turned transparent before disappearing altogether. The waning process continued. After the eyeballs, the tentacles also slowly faded. It was as if someone was using an eraser to erase them bit by bit.

The eldritch beholder never stopped screaming. The sheer terror in her voice was clear for everyone to hear. Despite being undying, she wasn’t like Suzaki who was bored with her unending life. On the contrary, she was very fond of her life. She had so many corrupted desires she still wished to pursue. So many depraved delights she wished to relish. She was not ready to die yet, whether now, or ever.

Her terrified voice continued resounding on those nearby even when the eldritch beholder’s mouth vanished. The sound was produced mentally, so the absence of a mouth didn’t make the sound disappear.

It was only after half of the eldritch beholder’s huge eyeball was left that the scream weakened. Then it was gone altogether with the remaining of the eye. There was no remaining trace of the eldritch beholder at all.