Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 141: Powerhouse

Abram became lightning.

He streaked across the staging ground, past the large field between the village and the barrier, to the jagged hole in a bolt of fury, cutting through the air like a blade.

In the blink of an eye, he met the barbarians as they passed through the hole, zipping through them without a pause.

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Lightning snapped and crackled, and a few screams pierced through the air. But something was not right.

Abram didn't stop, moving from bear to bear, from rider to rider in the space of a second and shot back out, reforming in a crouch, his feet digging a furrow into the ground to break his momentum.

His eyes narrowed as he saw the results of his actions. While there were several Druids on the floor, some dead, others twitching, smoke rising from their bodies, most of the barbarians were still charging.

The ones he'd hit directly were singed, their clothes smoking, but they kept running, their bears roaring from the attack.

Now that he could see them clearly, he was able to see their armor, bark-like plates, sewn into their furs. The Druids had created them from scratch especially for his attack. They'd seen what he'd done to their first wave and had insulated themselves.

Clever bastards.

Unfortunately for them, it was not the only weapon in his arsenal. Not by a long shot.

Activating the imbuement in the third necklace hidden under his shirt, he thrust his palm to the ground.

Thick glowing crimson chains erupted from the earth, writhing like serpents. They snaked through the air, snaring ankles and arms, yanking warriors off their mounts, and coiling around them as they thrashed, binding them to the ground.

Yells of pain and surprise filled the air as his chains lashed out, snagging wyverns out of the sky and pinning them.

However, the more agile Druids, whether on bears or wyverns, ducked, flipped, and weaved through the gaps, batting away or severing the chains with axes powered by the strength of their magic. They darted around him, heading straight for the village.

But he'd managed to buy time. His Knights had arrived and met the barbarians in the middle of the field with a loud crash.

Screams of pain filled the air, fire and ice tearing through the fields. His few Knights capable of flight raged through the air, battling the wyverns.

His eyes narrowed as a roar tore through the air, and two massive dragons lumbered through the hole in the barrier, One black-scaled, the other red. Each bore a rider.

"Kael!" Bellamy yelled from atop the black scaled dragon, heading towards him.

"Coming!" The scarred man on the other dragon—Kael—raced after Bellamy.

"ROSS!" Bellamy bellowed, his voice rumbling over the battlefield. He swung his war axe with one arm, holding onto the saddle of his dragon with the other. Kael brandished his sickle as their dragons took to the air, diving straight at Abram.

Abram leapt back, reformed into lightning, and zipped away just as Kael's sickle, attached to a chain, whipped through where he had been standing.

The dragons gave chase.

He reformed near a cluster of advancing barbarians, cutting them down with a sweep of his hand, his lightning surged outward in a circle, drilling holes through their heads. His hand curled at his side, reaching for his sword, Freedom, but he'd left it behind in his study.

Fuck.

He streaked through the air avoiding the dragon and reformed near a bear, his chains erupting from the ground to encircle both wyvern and rider, pinning them to the ground.

He turned again, eyeing the pillar right in front of the hole in the barrier. Or, rather, where it used to be.

All he could see was shattered stone. Chunks of blood-carved obsidian scattered across the ground. They'd destroyed the pillar with whatever had breached the dome to stop him from closing the breach.

Smart. But not smart enough.

He set his jaw and scanned the battlefield, spotting the next closest pillar, a hundred yards away. It pulsed faintly in the distance, still intact and functional. He streaked towards it.

But Bellamy was faster.

The dark dragon roared and intercepted him in mid-air, white hot flames spewing from its mouth. Abram streaked to the side, reforming as he landed hard, rolling into a crouch.

Kael dropped from his dragon, sickle spinning in his hand. Bellamy followed, and the two charged.

Abram ducked under Bellamy's axe, reforming into lightning and streaking the rest of the way to the pillar. He reformed as he got there and just before he could place a hand on the pillar, a sickle sheared through the air, sparks flying as it scraped the pillar.

Abram leapt back as the two men bore down on him, their enhanced strength having taken them to where he was in a single leap.

"Trying to run, Ross?!" Bellamy roared as he descended, his axe swinging.

Abram said nothing, calculating the trajectory of the descending axe and the spinning sickle at the same time. His leg snapped upward, his foot slamming into Bellamy's chest and knocking him back.

He twisted with the motion, planting two feet on the ground and snagging the chain of the sickle out of the air. He yanked on it, sending Kael stumbling towards him.

Just before the scarred man got to him, he regained his balance, his hand shooting forward to grab the sickle hanging from Abram's grip.

The moment the sickle was in his palm, it blurred forward and Abram leaned to the side, the sickle clipping his arm, drawing blood. Kael grinned.

Abram dropped to the ground, slamming his palm into the dirt. Giant chains exploded upward again, forcing the two to leap away.

He turned to the pillar, slapping his hand into it but before he could do anything, white hot flames descended.

Abram transformed into lightning, streaking backwards as the pillar of flames descended from the mouth of Bellamy's dragon.

He reformed just as Kael dropped from the sky above him. He leaned back and the sickle passed through the air in front of him, biting into the ground and cutting a groove into it.

Bellamy roared behind him, swinging his axe at him. Chains erupted from the ground, and while the axe sheared through it, it slowed the momentum enough for Abram to turn, sending a bolt of lightning into Bellamy's chest.

Bellamy's wood plated armor sizzled but the lightning wasn't able to punch through.

Abram took a step back, allowing Kael's sickle to pass through where he'd been standing before surged forward, fighting the two of them in tandem.

Steel clanged and sparks danced as his chains met axe and sickle.

He managed to clip Bellamy's leg, sending the chief stumbling. Kael roared and tried to capitalize, but Abram spun, sending his lightning into the sickle. The electricity raged down the length of the chain to Keal's hand.

A scream of pain tore through the scarred man's mouth as the lightning overwhelmed the armor on his arm, cooking it from the inside out.

Abram turned and lunged towards the pillar, which still stood, having withstood the pillar of fire.

His hand touched it, and energy surged through him as he called to the pool of energy within it. He activated it.

The pillar pulsed.

The barrier shuddered as energy vibrated through it.

Abram's eyes narrowed. Bellamy and Kael hadn't attacked him again. He looked up, suddenly wary.

They were backing away.

His eyes narrowed. Why would they retreat now?

A screech above him. A shadow falling.

He turned his head just in time to see a wyvern dropping a barrel.

A barrel glowing a dangerous crimson.

Abram's eyes widened.

BOOM!

The world exploded.