Chapter 901: Battle of the Stairway of the Suns
Translator: Sean88888 Editor: Elkassar1
The hatched cuttlefish Uruk-hais were not elites, but their normal attacks were very distinctive. They turned their left arms into long tentacles to whip the enemies. The attack could reach five to six meters. The mucus and suction cups on the tentacles could slow the enemies down by 15%. They could also spray ink to damage the opponents' vision and greatly reduce their accuracy.
Moreover, the cuttlefish Uruk-hais had an advantage in terms of quantity. The clone was currently being pincered by the two of them of different sides. The cuttlefish Uruk-hais had close to 3000 HP after receiving the bonus from Sheyan's, so it was very difficult to kill them quickly.
The HP of the clone steadily declined over time. He roared and screamed as he kept trying to overcome the slowdown effect from the dark gold leech, the gene-curse cloud, and the two cuttlefish Uruk-hais to chase after Sheyan. Unfortunately, he struggled to move under those attacks.
Sheyan stood in the distance, watching the other "him" charging left and right like a fierce great shark struggling in a strong net. But ultimately, the shark could not escape the binding.
Although he was still alive and kicking, if the situation remained unchanged, this trapped beast would only meet with failure.
Seeing this, Sheyan almost felt that the dust had settled. If there was no accident, then him breaking through the dual-attribute boundary should not be a problem. However, Sheyan still stood far away because he had always been a cautious person. The difficulty of the dual-attribute boundary breakthrough was no joke. It was hard to say if there would be any more changes in the situation.
20,000....15,000....9,000....
These numbers that indicated the clone's HP were like one heavy weighing stone after another, increasing the trepidation in his heart. This ambush planned by Sheyan was like cutting meat with a blunt knife, ruthlessness shaving off the opponent's vitality and hope bit by bit.
Sheyan had actually made another preparation. His MP was reduced by 33% every time he used the 'Grow' ability, so he brought some potions and food that restored MP, which he didn't usually bring. On the other hand, he did not bring any HP-restoring items such as honorary dosages. The party skill 'Gloryheal' was also still in cooldown.
Sheyan could only recover 3,000+ HP with an honorary dosage, while the clone could recover more than 30,000 HP. For this battle with a time limit, it would be very unwise to carry HP-recovery items.
Sheyan's MP had recovered to 50% at this time. He estimated that he could still use 'Grow' at least twice more! If he had sufficient time, the clone would still be killed even if he had twice as much HP.
Finally, the HP of the clone fell below 5000 points. He could feel death approaching. He screamed defiantly; even the corners of his eyes and nostrils split open from anger.
"Why! Why! This should not happen!!"
As if he had a final epiphany before his death, he actually turned his back to Sheyan and forced himself to start mixing. Although his memory had been deleted, but after a while, he could perform a lot of instinctive actions. It was akin to how an amnesiac swimmer's mind may be blank, but if he was thrown into water he would definitely not drown!
Sheyan ignored him. It was too late to try last-minute experiments. Mixing was definitely not as easy as he imagined.
Forcing himself to start mixing the way he did not only meant that he completely gave up on defending, the failure rate was also astonishingly high. Even one as skillful as Sheyan still failed once when he tried mixing while he was sliding down. He wasn't even being attacked back then.
However, there are often low probability events occuring in the world. After mixing for nearly 20 seconds, the clone actually succeeded in making a curse-mix! He immediately slammed the bottle on the ground with a loud roar!
The shockwave from the curse-mix instantly spread, and the dark gene-curse cloud also shrouded the battlefield. Not only that, the three-second stun effect also gave the clone a chance to breathe. He immediately rushed outwards.
For some reason, the clone had actually got faster. Seeing this, Sheyan's pupils shrunk. He hated sudden changes when he was about to win.
Three seconds passed by quickly. One of the grown Uruk-hai stepped forward and lashed his tentacle towards the clone. The tentacle whistled through the air and was about to entangle the clone.
But suddenly, the clone reached out and managed to grab the tentacle. The eyes of the clone began to quickly redden. Upon closer inspection, one would find the blood vessels in his eyes bursting wildly, soaking the eyes in a bloody colour!
Tendrils visibly grew from the clone's fingertips. The tendrils were a flesh-red colour, and they looked mysterious and powerful. The tendrils were no stranger to Sheyan. These were the tendrils of the 'Stairway of the Sun'!
The grown Uruk-hai started to roar in horror. He instinctively tried to move away but he found that he could not break away from the grip, so he broke off his tentacle arm and quickly stepped back!
Although he had reacted very quickly, the five long tendrils had already rushed over. The tendrils danced in the air like snakes and shot out for five to six meters to entangle the Uruk-hai's body!
The grown Uruk-hai was petrified in place, then quickly dissolved in a strange way. He completely melted away into the ground in less than 20 seconds like wax being heated.
When Sheyan saw this scene, he knew what was going on - when the 'Stairway of the Sun' sensed that its host was about to die, it would instinctively take over the host's body in order to survive!
But this wasn't the only thing Sheyan was worried about because he suddenly thought of something:
When the realm was cloning, it discovered a special ability, the 'Beast of Corrosion', that it couldn't clone. But the realm must have used a lot of energy to try to clone the 'Poison Monarch'; it just failed to do so.
But it was like creating a divine weapon. Even if the creation of the divine weapon failed, the materials used wouldn't just disappear into thin air... That led us to the main question: After the failure of the realm to clone the 'Poison Monarch', what power had it created?
When Sheyan thought of this, he felt that he could delay no longer, or he might just fall at the last hurdle!
He silently clenched his fist.
The cloned screamed wildly. The the blood vessels on the surface of his body, his neck, and his forehead swelled to the limit like they had undergone strenuous exercise. They looked like they were going to burst if a tiny bit more pressure was added.
Some things were visibly creeping in his blood vessels. They should be the tendrils of the 'Stairway of the Sun'. It seemed like the 'Stairway of the Sun' intended to completely take over the body so that it could battle with the most suitable body for itself!
Sheyan had charged to the front of the clone with his body bent down. He launched a punch to the clone's chest. The clone immediately responded strongly by raising his palm to hold the punch!
Sheyan was undoubtedly inferior in terms of base attributes, so he was at a disadvantage. He groaned and tried to retreat. The clone smiled sinisterly. The five red tendrils extended from his fingers that were grabbing Sheyan and penetrated into Sheyan's body.
However, Sheyan also had a 'Stairway of the Sun' in his body!
Furthermore, his 'Stairway of the Sun' was a unique existence that even the realm couldn't clone!
When it sensed that its territory was invaded, it squirmed and immediately extended its own tendrils to entangle with the flesh-red tendrils that penetrated into Sheyan.
Although Sheyan's base attributes were far inferior to the clone, but in terms of the strength of the 'Stairway of the Sun's in their respective bodies, Sheyan's was more dominant!
The tendrils of the two 'Stairway of the Sun's intertwined together and immediately launched an intense battle. The battle obviously affected the bodies as well! Sheyan couldn't help but scream in pain. The clone also trembled like he was being shocked by electric.
Sheyan suddenly took a deep breath. An abnormal trace of red passed through his face and his black eyebrows intertwined together. His other arm that was free clenched tightly, swelled up, turned a strange dark-green colour, and became as hard as iron. The swollen blood vessels ferociously consumed blood and nutrients. The energy of Sheyan's entire body was gathered in one place!
The strong energy made Sheyan's 'Stairway of the Sun' tremble. A main tendril grew wildly and split itself at an incredible speed. It instantly hovered over the nerves in Sheyan's left hand and took over control of the arm.