Chapter 259 Tornadoes Of Ariela
"That's how they will solve it!" Nial screamed while trying to keep his calm.
However, it was obvious that he was excited. His entire expression screamed excitement, which was something Mathias and their master frowned at.
'Is it really the perfect time to be excited, right now?' They wondered.
But instead of saying anything, they turned their attention to the four nine-pointed stars. They had appeared on the edges of the nonagon of the four groups with nine Prometheus Elves each.
The nonagon was more than 50-meters wide, and the 36 Prometheus Elves were in front of everyone else. Nobody dared to step in front of them.
This had a good reason. Everyone's instincts told them that something grand was about to happen and that standing in front of the Elves would inevitably lead to their death.
Nobody dared to move as swirls of compressed mana were pulled toward the four nine-pointed stars. Cold wind was conjured out of nowhere, dashing through the rows of thousands of Originals, who were staring at the 36 Prometheus Elves with wide eyes.
Slowly, small whirlpools were created in the center of the nine-pointed stars. They became visible to everyone's eyes and reached a height crossing several meters within seconds.
The small growing whirlpools transformed into huge tornadoes in less than 20 seconds. However, instead of slowing down in growth, they enlarged, became bigger, and more destructive. The nine-pointed-stars on the ground began to crack and the Prometheus Elves looked at each other with a deep frown.
Sweat trickled down their temples as it became more difficult for them to control the tornadoes properly.
But instead of letting them loose, the Prometheus Elves used more and more mana to infuse them with a high influx of winds that were compressed in the tornadoes.
They were restricted and not allowed to unleash themselves and wreak the havoc they wanted to on their opponents.
"Oh? So everyone is nourishing these tornadoes?" Nial suddenly mumbled, when he perceived that all the Elves conjured winds in the surrounding area.
These winds were controlled and used by the Prometheus Elves, who were trying to precisely control the tornadoes.
The tornadoes kept growing until they reached a ferocity that would tear the Elves' clothes apart. That was how big the tornado had grown, where even its thinnest part was nearly 50 meters in radius.
It was a terrifying sight for everyone, and only due to the control of the Prometheus Elves was nobody sucked into the tornado yet.
A strong suction force pulled everyone and everything closer to the tornadoes but not a single living being was directly pulled inside.
"Drag these bitches down!" A sudden voice resounded in the surrounding area. The black cloud, which was in reality the mass of Dryx, was already upon them.
There was not much time to waste, and it was one of the younger human Originals at the 3rd Intermediate Mirae rank, who had been unable to control his racing heart and temperament as he screamed out his excitement.
Valvian stared daggers at the said human Original, who flinched before he was dragged away by one of the older human Originals and given a nice lecture.
"Looks like a few humans are suicidal." Master Crevian mumbled in the elven tongue before he smiled lightly.
"...though, I also want all of these vile existences to be dragged down." He added, his attention turning to Nial all of a sudden.
'Should we…no that would be too dangerous. Let's not start experimenting all of a sudden.' Master Crevian shook his head and averted his attention before he smashed the bottom end of his wand into the ground once again.
"Throw the Tornadoes of Ariela at will!" Crevian shouted, the wand amplifying his voice.
Simultaneously, the remaining energy within the wand enhanced the prowess of the nine-pointed stars.
"He activated the nine-pointed-stars, only now?" Nial mumbled in an inaudible voice, feeling surprised by this move. His [Mana Sense] perceived everything in a perfectly detailed manner.
The wand was definitely not a Tier-1 runic armament, let alone an ordinary Tier-2 runic armament.
Valvian might be the Midnight Elf because he was the strongest Elf present but it looked like Master Crevian was the person in charge.
Nial had noticed this a while ago already but it had never been of any importance. Even now, Nial didn't really care about that. His interest was mostly in the tornadoes, the nine-pointed-stars, and the weird runic wand.
However, Nial focused on the tornadoes for the time being. Using all the winds in the surrounding and their remaining mana, the 36 Prometheus Elves shrouded the lower part of the tornadoes with mana before they threw it toward the masses of Dryx.
"They really threw it!" Mathias exclaimed, not quite believing his eyes.
The Tornadoes of Ariela were several hundred meters large and they were thrown several kilometers in the north with the speed of a missile.
If they had been compressed before, the Tornadoes were now expanding rapidly. They were let loose and nobody controlled them anymore.
Their existence would wane the moment the mana through which the tornadoes had been created would be used up. However, until then, they would wreak havoc and cause destruction, exactly what Elves usually avoided.
However, as it had always been the case; in times of war, death and destruction were unavoidable!
This applied even to races such as Elves, who were the most dangerous when they were forced to do things they hated the most.
Killing vile existences was something they would usually love to do. But being forced to protect their new homeland by causing destruction to the nature they love dearly was definitely not something they looked forward to.
That was why the Elves' mood was bad, to put it simply.
Yet, at the sight of thousands of Dryx that were sucked in the Tornadoes of Ariela, whose height had long since crossed a thousand meters, the Elves began to smile.
Their smile was eerie, and even Nial felt chills when he visualized a few Elves.
Slowly as two minutes passed, the sky turned into the most dangerous territory as the Tornadoes of Ariela expanded, reaching a higher altitude with every passing second.
Thus, the Dryx were forced to the ground without realizing it, at first.
Only when they faced the thousands of Originals and Elves, who were ready to defend the Forest of Life with their life, did these vile beasts with low intelligence start to comprehend that everything had been a big plan and a trap.
'Silvian should have known that this would happen. This is an ordinary, yet magnificent-looking tactic to face aerial beasts while being melee combatants…. So…God of Saints and Devils…what is your big plan!!'
Nial thought in excitement.
Silvian was likely to have some grand plan, or maybe the hundreds of thousands of Dryx were already everything he could have afforded to do in the last few months, but all of this didn't matter.
He could perceive the strength of most opponents by using his range of perception and his [Mana Sense]. Many Dryx were at the Origin rank, but the vast majority of opponents were between the 1st Intermediate Mirae rank and the 4th Advanced Mirea rank.
There were a handful of Prometheus Dryx but Nial ignored their existence.
His heart was beating wildly, and the Odyssey seed was forced to beat as well. The Ankh was shining brightly in response to Nial's excitement and was providing him with every bit of energy he would need.
'Wait?! Do the Elves and all human Originals even know how to kill the Dryx, and that it is necessary to collect their bodies?' Nial suddenly thought. His expression changed to that of frustration, and he dashed forward, disappearing into the crowds of people.
"Nial? Nial?! Where the hell are you going???" Mathias yelled, his eyes widening when he lost his friend in the dense crowd of humans and Elves.
'Fuck it.' He just thought before squeezing his body through the rows and running after him as well.
Miranda was left behind, blinking her eyes several times as her eyes tried to keep up with Mathias. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.
"It's hard to raise a disciplined disciple, right?" Someone to Miranda's left began to mock. It was a mere moment later that Kirlia Maverick appeared next to Miranda, her tiny chest pushed out as she looked at her arrogantly.
"My disciple is not only a true genius but also obedient. She listens to everything I say, and is always where I am! Hana is the best disciple you could wish for. But that is, obviously, something you will never find out, old woman!" Kirlia continued to poke at Miranda, and she even began to laugh.
Some Originals and Elves looked at her with a frown, wondering how someone could act like this if they were about to face a large-scale battle at any moment.
However, they quickly averted their attention back to the horde of Dryx that was flying over the ground, approaching them rapidly.
"Your disciple is so obedient, and always by your side, that I couldn't even see you earlier when Hana was sparring with Nial, or when she was with us at the open class." Miranda retorted with a smirk in response to Kirlia's provocations.
She smiled at her childhood friend, whose smile was wiped away in an instant, before continuing to speak.
"You are a few months older than I, so who is the 'old woman' here? And if your disciple is so great, where is she right now?" Miranda's smile turned wider the more she spoke.
"ARgh.. you little bit….well whatever, my disciple is obviously next to me–.....huh?! Where the hell is she? HANAAA!!" Kirlia took the bait quite easily and Miranda's comment about her disciple confused her.
Thus while speaking to Miranda in an irritated tone she looked to her side, only to notice that Hana had disappeared.
'What is going on, where is my beautiful, disciplined and obedient girl????'
What Kirlia didn't know was that her wonderful disciple followed Nial and Mathias the moment she saw that they separated from their master.
'I will find out why you're not affected by my Charm, even if that means, I have to leave behind my master!! If Nial has something that blocks my Charm, maybe others can get that as well….' Hana's hopes were not that high, and she knew that she was merely holding onto a tiny ray of hope; a feeble blade of grass.
However, as long as there was hope for her to not end up alone in the future, Hana wanted to give her all to find out a way to get help.
Following Nial with the use of her precise mana perception, she easily navigated through the crowd of numerous humans and Elves, just to end up right behind Nial, and Mathias.
"Crevian, you need to tell everyone that they need to destroy both the mana core and the heart of the Dryx. Their regeneration will heal their mana core if their heart is not destroyed, and their mana core heals their heart if its not destroyed almost instantly." Nial cried out a warning, his voice clearly indicating that he was telling the truth.
"Dryx become stronger after eating the mana core of their comrades. So all the corpses created by the Tornadoes of Ariela will be used as nourishment for the Dryx to become even stronger!"
Nial was sure that the Old Elf Crevian was old enough to know about the history of the Elven races' wars. However, he wanted to make sure that they knew of this fact and avoided creating more trouble for themselves.
"Calm down, little one. It's surprising that you know about all of this. It looks like your memories were refreshed by the small incident earlier, or am I wrong?" Master Crevian asked gently, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"There is no need for you to worry too much, you are still young. Let us old ones worry about everything, while you just need to observe and fight."
When Crevian finished these words, he ruffled Nial's silky silver hair.
This felt a little bit weird to him but it was definitely not something Nial disliked. It made him feel a little bit younger, and as if it was not necessary for him to shoulder all the responsibilities by himself.
Crevian turned serious a moment later, preparing his speech before announcing the start of the war. Smashing the bottom end of his staff on the ground once again, he amplified his voice and began,
"Everyone pay attention…"