am-books Chapter 406 Double Deaths, Revive and Ready to Nuke
Chapter 406 Double Deaths, Revive and Ready to Nuke
The cavern rumbled endlessly, the water trembling with every movement of the massive creature lurking within the abyss.
Stark hovered above the darkness, surrounded by his glowing Crimson Spears, his heart racing.
He had never faced something like this before, an enemy so massive, so overwhelming, that even seeing it felt impossible.
The stats on the creature's status screen haunted him.
[Thalveros, The Abyssal Sentinel (Immortal)]
[Level: 740]
[HP: 60,000,000]
[Strength: 34,372]
[Speed: 31,849]
[Defense: 99,999]
[Stamina: 34,571]
[Skills: Abyssal Coil, Venomous Torrent, Steel Skin, Crushing Depths, Sentinel's Rage...]
"Yeah... I saw that before..." Stark muttered as he saw the defense, disbelief etched across his face. "You've got to be kidding me."
No wonder his attacks weren't working.
From above, Stark hurled another barrage of Crimson Spears into the abyss below.
The glowing projectiles pierced the water with precision, each strike carrying enough force to obliterate most foes.
But as they disappeared into the blackness, the result was always the same.
-0! -0! -0!
Even the [Spear of Judgment] did absolutely NOTHING!
Stark clenched his jaw in frustration. Every single attack was worthless. His sharp eyes scanned the darkness, searching for any hint of Thalveros' true form.
But the creature remained hidden, an unseen titan beneath the water's surface.
The faint glimmers of movement he caught were massive, far larger than anything he had ever fought before, but even as he descended lower and lower, the Sentinel refused to reveal itself.
"Come on, show yourself!" Stark growled, his six arms poised to unleash another flurry of attacks.
Suddenly, the water stirred violently. A shadow moved, impossibly large, far below him.
Stark gritted his teeth and dove closer, determined to get a better view.
He felt the oppressive weight of the Sentinel's presence, a suffocating aura that pressed against his mind and body.
As he neared the abyssal depths, the shadows shifted, and for a brief moment, Stark saw something, teeth.
Endless rows of them, forming a gaping maw that could swallow a mountain whole.
"Holy..." Stark's words trailed off as he froze in place.
Before he could react further, a massive tail shot out from the darkness, crashing into him with the force of a meteor.
-73,839!
Stark was sent hurtling backward, not expecting that from a creature that had supposedly very low strength and speed.
"Damn it!" he spat, regaining his balance just in time to see the tail whip toward him again.
This time, Stark managed to dodge, narrowly avoiding the devastating strike.
He retaliated, launching another series of Crimson Fists.
The projectiles struck the massive tail and bounced off harmlessly.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Using his tail and even some tentacles that came out of nowhere, he kept hitting Stark over and over.
A single strike couldn't do more than 30,000 HP, but if repeated over and over, it quickly became too much.
Stark felt his body give out, his vision fading to black as his HP dropped to zero.
Darkness.
When Stark opened his eyes, he was back in the endless void.
The familiar black space he always found himself in after dying.
"Damn it..."
Before him, a screen appeared, displaying a countdown.
[You have 60 seconds to decide.]
[Do you want to be revived?]
In the background, another screen showed Thalveros.
The Sentinel's tentacles loomed over Stark's lifeless body, slowly pulling it toward its massive maw.
The sight sent a chill down his spine.
"You were weak," the Sentinel's voice echoed, its laughter mocking him even in death.
Stark clenched his fists.
He didn't have time to think.
He couldn't rely on his Classes to bail him out. This wasn't a fight he could win by holding back.
For the first time, Stark didn't hesitate.
"Yes," he said, his voice firm, "Revive me, I'm ending that thing for good."
The screen disappeared, replaced by a single notification.
Ding!
[Revenant's Fury's conditions have been met: 4/3.]
[However, it is not the right time.]
"What the hell does that mean?" Stark muttered, but there was no time for answers.
The void began to fade, and Stark's consciousness slipped away.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the cavern, his body restored and his health fully replenished as his broken bones were fixed.
This time, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. He knew what needed to be done.
"You're going down, Thalveros," Stark said, his voice low and determined as he used his strength to get out of the tentacles' grip.
"What the...?"
The Sentinel roared in response, its glowing eyes burning with malevolent fury.
Stark summoned his Crimson Spears once more, their glow illuminating the dark waters around him.
But this time, he wasn't aiming for the Sentinel's impenetrable scales. He was aiming for something far more destructive.
His ultimate skill.
A tactical nuke for the abyssal beast.
And this time, he wouldn't stop until Thalveros was nothing but a memory.