CHAPTER 71: BLACK FIELDS RAID [VII]

The roar finally faded, but the room remained heavy as it continued shaking.

Dust drifted from the cracked ceiling, and the sound of stone breaking came from the giant grave at the far end of the chamber.

Something was forcing its way up from the ground, at least that was how it felt.

Lucius narrowed his eyes.

A ghostly figure pulled itself out of the earth, clawing with huge, pale hands that radiated malevolent energy.

The ground groaned under the weight.

Unlike the smaller Ghost Reapers they had fought earlier, this one was massive — two, maybe three times bigger than them, it’s hands were easily the size of the soul reapers.

Its claws dragged across the stone floor, each finger ending in a jagged hook.

The air chilled around it as it rose higher, the torches flickering weakly like they didn’t want to be here.

It was eerie.

"Gods..." Erika whispered.

Her sword trembled in her hand, though she held it firm.

Then the grave cracked wide open.

Tentacles shot out.

Dozens of them burst from the ground, thick as tree roots and swinging at the party.

"Move!" Matthias shouted, his twin swords flashing.

He cut through three of them. Black ichor sprayed across the floor.

The stream chat exploded.

[@BoneCollector: BRO WHAT DID HE JUST CUT]

[@SaltMine: tentacles already? really?]

[@ManaJunkie: this is def a mid-boss]

[@CritHitOnly: Matthias kinda fire tho]

[@LaughingStock: bro got anime reflexes]

Matthias swung at a fourth tentacle, but this time his blade bounced back with a sharp clang, like it had struck metal.

"What the hell is this made of?!" he cursed.

Cyrus rushed to his side and stabbed with his spear.

Same result.

His weapon barely cut before snapping away.

The tentacle then split into a dozen thinner strands.

They lashed out like blades, slicing across his armor.

Sparks flew as pieces of plating cracked and fell off.

The creature pulled further from the grave.

Finally, its head showed.

Lucius almost gagged.

The face was wrong.

Horribly wrong.

The mouth was no normal mouth — it was a huge, jagged hole, filled with rows of sharp, white teeth or rather fangs that stretched wickedly.

A long, black tongue lolled out, dripping and twitching.

Its eyes were round, too round, bulging with a milky glaze.

It looked like a beast that would come out from a kid’s nightmare, once they watched a scary movie at night.

And then those eyes focused on Erika, Luna, and the brown-haired Awakener.

The pupils shrank.

The tongue writhed faster.

Its gaze grew hungry... no, worse.

Disgusting.

Lucius frowned.

’This thing... is it a pervert?’ he thought.

The way it stared at the women made his stomach turn.

The tentacles spread wider, hundreds of strands splitting off and whipping through the air.

One cluster darted straight at the brown-haired Awakener.

She dropped low, sliding back, and twisted her rifle in her hands.

The long barrel broke apart and shifted until the muzzle reshaped into something wider.

The runes along its frame glowed red.

The sound came instantly.

Brrrrt! Brrrrt! Brrrrt!

A rain of bullets tore forward, glowing with mana.

They ripped through the air, stabbing into the tentacles with precision.

For a moment, it worked.

Tentacles shredded and dropped, spraying black mist as they fell.

The chat went wild.

[@GunWitchStan: SHE SWAPPED MODES HOLY SHIT 🔥🔥🔥]

[@CritHitOnly: machine gun transformation LET’S GOOO]

[@LaughingStock: recoil finna send her flying 💀]

[@ManaJunkie: nah that’s actually broken]

[@Voidwalker: okay rifle mommy is valid]

But the monster wasn’t finished. The tentacles kept coming, endless.

Everyone was forced into their own battles.

Matthias hacked wildly, Cyrus blocked and gritted his teeth, Erika slashed furiously but was being pushed back, for once, she wasn’t losing hold of her sword.

Only Lucius and Luna stood untouched, a bubble of space warping around them.

The tentacles that tried to reach inside bent sideways, unable to touch them.

The brown-haired Awakener fired until smoke rose from her weapon.

She destroyed wave after wave, but one tentacle slipped through her storm of bullets.

It coiled around her leg before she could escape.

Her eyes widened. "No—!"

The tentacle yanked her up into the air, twisting her upside down.

She clung to her rifle, still firing, but another lash smacked it from her hands.

The gun clattered across the stone floor.

"Ah!" she cried, her voice trembling.

The tentacle squeezed tighter.

Armor and cloth tore under the pressure.

It crushed against her body until it felt every outline.

A strangled moan slipped from her lips as the appendage pressed shamelessly against her chest and hips.

The monster’s face lit up with joy.

Its jagged mouth split into a crooked smile, tongue writhing faster.

The drone zoomed in.

The stream exploded into chaos.

[@Voidwalker: BROO THIS IS NOT RATED FOR STREAM 💀💀💀]

[@SaltMine: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS TENTACLE PERVERT SHIT 😭😭😭]

[@ManaJunkie: NAHHH THIS IS LITERALLY R18 WHO MADE THIS BOSS]

[@HornyPrisoner: I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR MONSTER ERP 💀]

[@BoneCollector: BURN IT. KILL IT. NUKE IT. IDC HOW.]

[@CritHitOnly: NAH BAN THIS BOSS DESIGNER FR 💀💀]

[@LaughingStock: MONSTER GRINNING LIKE THAT IS CRAZY 💀]

[@GunWitchStan: STREAM GETTING TAKEN DOWN I SWEAR 💀💀]

[@SaltMine: SOMEONE MOD REPORT THIS BOSS 💀]

Luna gripped Lucius’s cloak from behind, her face pale.

She didn’t want to look, didn’t want to imagine that happening to her.

Lucius’s expression darkened.

"Alright. Enough..." he said, stepping out of the safe barrier.

His tone cut through the noise.

His gaze fixed on the monster, whose smile stretched even wider. "Perverted fuck."

It was almost as if the creature understood him.

At once, every tentacle in the chamber turned toward Lucius.

They let go of the Awakener and converged on him, countless sharp strands darting from every direction.

The sight was terrifying, yet strangely beautiful like a storm of blades closing in.

But when the first tendril came within reach... it froze.

So did the second.

And the third.

Every single one stopped just short of touching Lucius, quivering in midair.

He raised his hand slowly, his coat fluttering as a wind swept around him.

"Distort..." Lucius whispered.

And then space itself answered.