Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 303 303 I can't die here

As the octopus monster relentlessly pursued Nexus, its tentacles lashing against the protective shield with futile determination, the Golden Bell emanated a radiant glow. The ethereal barrier held firm, repelling each onslaught with a resilient grace.

Monica, still nursing her injuries, glanced around the protective dome. "Is this thing going to hold?" she asked with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Nexus, eyes locked on the ongoing chaos, responded with confidence, "It should. It's a potent artifact, but we can't stay here forever. We need a plan."

The forest, once a tranquil sanctuary, now bore witness to the clash of magical titans. 

The octopus monster, frustrated by its inability to breach the Golden Bell, redirected its fury towards Fitch and his remaining forces.

The ground trembled beneath the colossal strides of the monster as it advanced, casting elongated shadows that danced with the eerie glow of the enchanted surroundings.

Fitch, still bleeding and weakened, could only watch in despair as the monstrous entity closed in on him and his remaining men.

The octopus monster, realizing the futility of pursuing Nexus within the protective shield, unleashed its wrath upon Fitch's dwindling forces. 

Its tentacles, like monstrous battering rams, swept through the air, crashing into the remaining assassins with devastating force.

The enchanted forest quivered with an eerie energy, shadows dancing in the magical glow as Fitch, a once formidable figure, found himself reduced to a trembling wretch.

Fear gripped him like icy tendrils, and every ounce of his being screamed for escape. He barked frantic orders at his henchmen, desperation lacing his voice.

"Get in front! Distract it!" Fitch's words cracked with panic, his eyes darting wildly, seeking an avenue of retreat. The octopus monster, an otherworldly behemoth, loomed ever closer, its monstrous tentacles swaying with an eerie grace.

The forest seemed to hold its breath as the octopus monster, with a sinister hunger, devoured several of Fitch's henchmen, including Leonard, in its gaping maw. A grotesque symphony of snapping bones and the squelching of flesh echoed through the enchanted glade. 

The monster savored the sensation of consuming human flesh, and the forest bore witness to a gruesome spectacle.

In a ruthless act of self-preservation, Fitch seized the opportunity, abandoning his men as he attempted to slip away unnoticed. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a desperate plea for survival. 

"I need to get away," Fitch repeated, his breath ragged, a mantra to soothe the terror that threatened to overwhelm him.

Just as Fitch thought he had gained a momentary reprieve, a sinister awareness settled over him. The air itself seemed to constrict as a rope coiled around his waist, pulling tight with an unyielding force. Panic etched lines of terror across Fitch's face as he was yanked off his feet, his limbs flailing in a futile attempt to resist the inexorable pull.

"I can't die here," Fitch muttered, desperation etched across his face. "Not like this."

The forest floor receded, replaced by a sickening sensation of weightlessness. Fitch, suspended in mid-air, clung to a shred of hope that escape might still be possible. 

His pleas for mercy were drowned by the rising cacophony of the forest, the very air pulsating with the impending horror.

In the blink of an eye, Fitch found himself ensnared by the longest of the octopus monster's tentacles. His body twisted in the air, and in that moment of abject terror, his eyes locked onto the grotesque maw of the creature. 

The stench of decay and the eerie glow of the enchanted surroundings heightened the surreal horror.

A guttural roar echoed through the forest as the tentacle tightened its grip, crushing Fitch's desperate struggles. The once-mighty Fitch, now at the mercy of an eldritch force, felt the cold embrace of impending doom.

"Please, no! I'll pay you double! Triple!" Fitch's voice cracked with desperation, the promises of wealth pouring forth in a futile attempt to appease the insatiable hunger of the monster.

The tentacle, unrelenting in its grasp, swung Fitch with a savage force. The world blurred around him as he hurtled towards the monstrous mouth of the octopus. Dread and regret etched across his face, he uttered a final, pitiful plea.

"I'll make it worth your while, I swear!" The words dissipated into the air, unheard by any force willing to show mercy.

In a macabre ballet, the octopus monster, reveling in the sensation of impending feast, opened its maw wide.

Fitch, a mere morsel in the grand scheme of its insatiable appetite, was hurled into the abyss of its mouth. The jaws snapped shut with a sickening crunch, sealing Fitch's fate in a grisly tableau of demise.

As the forest recoiled from the horror, the lingering echoes of Fitch's desperate pleas faded into the night, swallowed by the enchanted darkness.

The enchanted forest quivered in the aftermath of Fitch's gruesome demise. 

The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the eerie glow of the enchanted surroundings seemed to intensify as if mourning the violent end. 

Madeline and Selina, caught in a maelstrom of emotions, felt a wave of nausea wash over them when they witnessed how easily the octopus monster devoured Fitch. 

Madeline's gaze remained fixated on the horrifying scene. She felt a strange mixture of relief and disgust. 

The visceral sight of Fitch being chewed into bits was gut-wrenching, and yet, a part of her couldn't help but revel in the justice served. 

Selina, unable to bear the gruesome display, covered her eyes and mouth, the sounds of tearing flesh and the creature's satisfied growls invading her senses.

"I cannot watch that," Monica whispered, her voice strained with revulsion. She turned away, trying to shield herself from the nightmarish sight unfolding before them.

Selina, her eyes still covered, managed to speak with a shuddering breath, "Same." She clung to the remnants of her composure, her stomach churning in protest.

Madeline, recognizing the need to protect Nora from the horror, draped her hands over Nora's eyes. "You don't need to see this, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance amid the chaos.

Crystal, weakened from the relentless battle, couldn't bear to witness the gruesome aftermath either. 

She turned to Nexus, her eyes searching for guidance amidst the horror. "What next?" she asked, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and urgency.

Nexus, focused on the impending danger, didn't have the luxury of offering comfort. "We need to keep moving," he replied, urgency punctuating his words. 

He continued to lead the group away from the creature, utilizing the protective shield of the Golden Bell. "The Golden Bell only lasts less than three minutes," he reminded them, a sense of urgency driving his actions. "We need to move fast."

The group stumbled through the enchanted forest, the night alive with the sinister symphony of the octopus monster's pursuit.

Tall dark trees whizzed past- blurring into the background in a haze. As all four pairs of feet thudded against the forest's floor, their shadows streaked past- in tandem with their hasty movements. At the head, leading the charge was Nexus. He skidded through the terrain- a thousand leaves rustled in a flowery cloud all around him.

Beads of sweat lined up their foreheads- panting in hushed tones.