NCCnovel Chapter 959 Blood Feast
Chapter 959 Blood Feast
Villain Ch 959. Blood Feast
Shea laughed, her voice echoing across the battlefield with an evil, mocking tone. "Yes, that's what you guys should do," she sneered, her eyes fixed on the chaotic mess below her. The sight of once-coordinated players now swinging wildly at each other, stumbling and fighting among themselves, filled her with twisted delight.
It was a scene of utter pandemonium, exactly what she had intended with her melody.
Sophia looked around in horror. The battlefield had become a nightmare. Her comrades were caught in a web of confusion, their weapons now turned against each other rather than their enemies. She could see the anguish and frustration in their eyes, but there was nothing she could do but watch, helpless, as they struggled against an invisible enemy within their minds.
Liam, who had been holding his own against Alice, suddenly found himself reeling from the effects of Shea's melody. His usually sharp and precise strikes became sluggish, his movements erratic. His hammer now felt like a burden in his hands. He stumbled forward, swinging aimlessly at the shadows dancing in his vision.
Alice, seeing her opportunity, smirked wickedly. The witch's eyes glowed with dark energy as she began to chant an incantation, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. "Shadow Bind," she whispered, her voice like silk as tendrils of darkness shot out from her fingertips. The shadows on the ground rose up, wrapping around Liam's legs and arms, holding him in place.
He struggled, but the more he fought, the tighter the shadows constricted.
Panic gripped her. She had no choice but to run. With a glance at the chaos around her, Sophia made her decision. She turned and began to flee.
But Shea had been waiting for this moment. The siren's laughter echoed through the air. Shea's eyes locked onto the retreating figure of the priestess, and she launched herself into the air, her body propelled by a powerful beat of her wings. This time, however, her harp was silent. Instead, she prepared her blade wings, razor-sharp feathers that gleamed menacingly.
"You think you can escape me?" Shea sneered, her voice cold and mocking. She ascended quickly, her wings carrying her effortlessly through the air as she closed the distance between them.
Sophia glanced back and saw Shea gaining on her, her heart sinking with dread. She pushed herself to run faster, but it was clear she was no match for Shea's speed and agility.
Shea was upon her in seconds, and without hesitation, she unleashed her attack. "Blade Storm," she hissed, her wings flaring wide as she released a flurry of blade feathers. The air around them filled with the deadly projectiles, each one aimed with precision at the fleeing priestess.
Sophia's instincts screamed at her to dodge, but the sheer number of blades made it impossible to avoid them all. The first blade grazed her shoulder, cutting through her robes and skin with ease. She cried out in pain, her movement faltering as blood began to seep from the wound. More blades followed, slicing into her arms, her back, her legs.
"Stop!" Sophia screamed, her voice cracking with fear and desperation. She tried to cast a barrier, but her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the words of the incantation slipped from her mind as quickly as she tried to grasp them.
Shea's laughter filled the air, dark and triumphant. "Scream louder, priestess. No one can save you now," she taunted, circling above Sophia like a vulture waiting to feast on a dying animal. Her eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as she watched the priestess falter.