Chapter 218: Swan Song, Part 2

"He's actually learning..." Harvard would say to himself. He watched onwards in the distance as he sees his two monsters be blown up, watching the Red King be like an arrow, shooting himself directly towards the Card Magician. He was starting to understand what has happened to him, but he needs more time to study on the Mad Tyrant. He'd snap his fingers and sent out Apep and Bahamut, allowing their slender bodies to match the King's speed, with one of them utilizing their wings to swat the King straight back down. The Tyrant was forced to ball himself up and use his least injured part of his body to tank the hit, forcing him to roll over and suffer the blunt trauma. He'd grasp at his hip and stomach, catching his breath, trying to stand up, his muscles acting up in order to pump more blood across his system. Apep, recognizing he was trying to get a moment, would swoop in and attempt to weaken him further, having the body serve as a whip in order to strike at his shoulder, biting off a huge chunk of the Tyrant and using its head to knock him back.

The Tyrant spilt more blood, and off his peripheral vision, he can see Bahamut approaching at blinding speeds, assuming he was one of the more faster monsters within Harvard's arsenal. He wondered what exactly gave him the opportunity to attain such beasts, and under the brat's command, no less. He'd have the Nuckelavee work overtime, making the muscles constrict around the wound, getting within a stance and preparing his magic once more, Timing himself. If he was a second too late, he would be suffering more damage than he already has.

BAM!!!

Bahamut was perfect in its strike. The attack landed, a heavy blow to the king, his bones nearly poking out of his body, yet despite such grave injuries, the King still stood. He caught the beast by the head and gripped its black horns, attempting to throw the beast straight down into the earth, having him be dragged against the ground while Malak's Spiral Magic drilled across its structured body. Just as he tried, however, he would see a light. A Light that made him kick the beast back and use the momentum to dodge its rays, looking up to try and see who it was. The Serpent, however, ensured such knowledge wasn't given, creating a tsunami of black water to drown the Tyrant, flooding the field and letting it rise, with Malak forced to be coated in its ink-like waves. Bahamut took advantage of this and dove straight into the water, speeding across the currents, using its body to land hit after hit on the Tyrant, unaffected by the pressure, nor was he affected by any resistance, a literal bullet that goes faster and faster the longer it remains in the depths.

Malak was struggling to breathe, and the venom-like substance that acts as its ocean was not making it any better. He had to use his last resort so early, his body feeling sick at knowing he must do this to keep fighting. He'd have his body course with his magic, slowly making a whirlpool around him. The more he'd put such energy, the bigger the whirlpool gets, slowly but surely acting like a typhoon in taking the dark ocean and splitting it in half. Each and every part of his soul was making sure to escape this death trap, slowly ripping away the toxins that constricted him, his eyes being more primal, expelling the magic directly to the waters. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Was his cry, before everything began to split

FWOOOOSH!!

The waters were split open, the waves being walls surrounding the tyrant, his binds physically ripped away, a war-like stance directly at the Snake, ready to face it hand to hand. The Serpent lunged forward and landed a heavy bite at his left shoulder, constantly gnawing at it, injecting its venom directly into Malak, attempting to put the binds on him once more. In response, the Tyrant merely delivered a flurry of blows to the snake, Spiral Magic enhancing his impacts, ripping apart the snake's body, delivering scar after scar, watching him bleed gold ichor as the King continued its onslaught. The serpent, however, could care less about its situation, as the light came from above once more, finally letting him recognize it.

The Sun Dragon still lived, albeit in near-death condition. Its heads were gone, save for one, and the star that served as its body was nearly shattered in half.

"Tch....The monster that kept using our health must've extended his, letting him get away with a mere sliver of life. That hack...She was adamant at keeping this beast alive..." He'd think to himself, before being thrown directly to Inti by Apep, letting the dragon unleash another blast of radiance and heat to the Tyrant, burning his body to a near crisp. The two returned swiftly, allowing Harvard to cast a Potion and heal them up to full, their wounds regenerating with ease, while the Magician kept a close eye on wondering what the Tyrant has become. To his shock, despite being hit with the sun itself..

He still lives.

"Oh he's not letting up! How did he..." He'd pause himself, trying to focus on how he survived such odds, before seeing his anatomy. It was twisted. It was bent. It was fried at first, before being back to normal through such conversion. He swapped his muscle fibers with his own skin, having him take the form of the Nuckelavee itself, allowing him to not only take such excess that was infected be burned away, but also use it to tank the heat and damage as a whole, leaving his skin intact, and by extension, his body being able to naturally heal once he gets the opportunity again. "Yeah....I knew it was something like this. He's me now. That's how he can survive this type of stu-"

"HEY EINSTEIN!! YOU FORGOT WHO ELSE WAS HERE OR SOMETHING!?" Harvard paused himself as he heard that voice, looking over and noticing his friends were busy holding onto one of the monsters, Mephisto, in order to stay afloat. Solomon had an angered expression on his face, almost visibly seeing steam come out of his head. "YOU NEARLY DROWNED US, DUMMY!!"

"Ah...Oops.." Was all Harvard could say, being embarrassed by his stunt and not acknowledging the consequences. Solomon was quick in dealing a simple smack against his head through Shady, a reminder to not do that again.