Chapter 345 Sayounara Bitch
The reality of the situation came finding him real quick. To make things worse, time was not of essence to him right now.
He had to make a decision and he had to make it fast.
With a dark furrow of his brow followed by a frustrated cry, Northern grabbed Raven's hand, hurled her into the ship.
He smashed into the engine cabin where Terence was still staying, causing her to shoot to her feet, flustered.
Northern looked at her hurriedly and looked at the crystal.
"Explosives! Are there explosives on this ship?"
Terence quickly shook her head a "no" but added in the same stream of second.
"But we can use soul cores?"
Northern frowned dejectedly at her.
"If we take the core crystal of the ship abruptly without stopping the ship, it will cause the engines to rampage. When they do, they will explode no doubt and with soul cores available, the explosion can be amplified and will spread."
Northern thought for a bit.
She was right, Terence was right, since cores contain essence, a sudden and powerful force enough to shatter their outer body will cause the soul essence within to flow out.
Basically augmenting anything and everything around, in this case fire.
'I will leave the ship, but I will destroy that darned mouth of yours.'
Northern's eyes gleamed with primal evil, his forehead darkening.
He then darted his gaze to Terence, "We are leaving this ship now. Take Raven and..."
He didn't even need to complete his sentence before she moved quickly—almost like the breeze—she grabbed Raven's hand from his and ran out.
Northern was stunned for a moment, thinking farther back, she responded to him about the explosives like she knew what he needed them for.
Did she also see this coming? And didn't speak to anyone about it?
Or did she talk to Raven? Did that mean Raven knew all along what was going to happen?
He got played?
Northern shook his head rigorously.
There was a variable which was the rift. Raven at the very least didn't seem like she knew that one was coming?
Or did she pretend?
It could also have been that Terence decided to tell her only about this?
Northern felt himself becoming paranoid as he allowed himself to get drowned by these waves of thoughts.
He forced himself back to the surface, bringing his attention to the reality that mattered and in a sharp motion, he went for the core crystal, punching through the lattice to grab it.
Without any waste of time, Northern lunged out of the room, and to the front he went.
When he got to the front deck of the ship, Helena was deflecting the branches' attack with her spinning rod.
But at that, many were slipping past her, slithering lines of blood on her body, cheeks, here and there.
But she stubbornly held her position, groaning as she desperately tried to defend more of its attacks.
Northern lunged forward, and stopped right beside her with a cold face he commanded:
"Run. Jump off the ship."
Helena with a dazed expression paused and looked at Northern.
"Are you sure? What of the shi–"
"Just go Helena."
She glanced at him before jogging away.
Surprisingly, the creature paused its attack the moment Northern arrived to the front.
Its dark aura increased, thickening the darkness even more.
It was as if a glint of recognition reflected on the monster's single eye.
The seized branch lingered slowly, perhaps they were waiting for Northern to wrap up his business.
Perhaps all the monster ever wanted was Northern.
Northern was the one that drove it crazy.
Northern looked up with a dark grin plastered to the pale skin of his face.
"Sayounara bitch"
He grabbed what was left of the rods, and with his strength forced them out of their foundation, with Chaos Flames leaking off his hands and exploding backwards to add force to the controllers.
Immediately, the entire ship jeered towards the monster, trembling but shooting towards it like an injured, thunderous stag, antlers scraping the sky despite a limping gait.
Northern lunged both hands forward and summoned:
"Black Lance!"
Several spears of thick darkness appeared above him, hovering and waiting to dive into the mass above them.
However, the creature lunged its branched limbs, piercing through the hull of the airship with a sickening crunch.
Sparks flew and metal groaned under the strain as the monstrous limbs tore a gaping hole in the side.
A chilling wind whipped through the deck, carrying with it the stench of decay.
Helena, who had only just made it clear of the ship's perimeter, stumbled and fell to her knees, watching in horror as the airship lurched violently.
The creature's singular eye, burning with an unholy light, seemed to fixate on Northern with a predatory intensity.
Ignoring the chaos around him, Northern launched his attack.
The Black Lances, those elements of Chaos, shot forward with a bone-chilling shriek.
They tore through the air, their obsidian tips finding their mark deep within the creature's fleshy, pulsating mass.
A deafening roar erupted from the mayhem, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the dark sky.
The branches it used for attacking whipped back, snapping one of the Black Lances in half. However, in that second—like invisible blades had run across the branches—they were severed into splinters.
The remaining spears held true, however, continuing to burrow deeper into the creature's flesh.
The airship, mortally wounded, shuddered again. The engines sputtered and coughed, spewing black smoke.
The airship of course had been propelled by Northern, struck forward, closer to the monster inch by inch and finally rammed itself into the monstrous entity.
At that same time, Helena also jumped off the ship, falling but landing on her feet.
The impact of the ship's crash was cataclysmic.
The airship's hull crumpled inward, metal tearing like paper against the creature's grotesque hide.
The monstrous branches lashed out in a frenzy, one of them catching the mangled remains of the cockpit and flinging it high into the sky.
The Black Lances, still embedded in the creature's flesh, pulsed with an ominous light, seemingly draining the creature's strength with every passing moment.
Suddenly, a blinding flash ripped across the sky, momentarily turning night into day.
It was a tremendous explosion that made the air around tremble!
A wave of soul energy surged outwards from the point of impact causing the explosion to spread even more widely swallowing the mass of the boogeymonster.
The remaining Black Lances shattered, disintegrating into wisps of dark smoke.
Helena, Raven and Terence shielded their eyes from the brilliant light.
When the light faded, a chilling silence descended upon the scene.
The darkness slowly dissipated and the dark clouds above seemed to part momentarily, revealing a single, brilliant daystar above.
[Congratulations, you have killed a Spawn of the Chaos]
[As one that killed his brethren, your path remains darker]
[You have leveled up your heritage]
[You have gained an heirloom]
[You have slain a Calamitous Destroyer]
[You have gained 12 talent fragments]