Chapter 152: Naga? The Deep Sea?
Matthew admired the Murloc Tidecaller's "bravery" for a moment, then waved his hand decisively:
"Finish them!"
On the way over, Matthew had already cast the second-tier spells "Water Walk" and "Water Breathing" on everyone.
He drained nearly all of his mana, leaving only a residual 30 points.
Yet, Matthew wasn't too concerned.
After all, he didn't need to get his hands dirty!
Yaya had already ripped apart the Murloc Warriors and soared back out of the water.
She hovered above, flapping her wings, acting as the final safeguard.
Beelzebub charged in first, his massive frame barreling forward with unstoppable force.
The Murloc Tidecaller's expression shifted as it ordered the last two Murloc Warriors to hold the line.
Simultaneously, two Murloc Diviners hastily began casting spells.
They summoned two towering water elementals, hoping to block Beelzebub's path.
Beelzebub sneered, wielding his twin battle axes, and slammed into the Murloc Warriors.
The frightened Murloc Warriors braced themselves, raising their battered weapons to block the incoming axes.
Crash!
With a crisp sound, their weapons shattered, and the axes cleaved into the warriors' chests.
The crunching of bones overshadowed the Murloc Warriors' agonized screams.
In just a few breaths, the warriors crumbled.
The Tidecaller's buff spells never even reached them.
Fear flickered in the Tidecaller's eyes as Beelzebub continued his relentless approach.
The newly summoned water elementals stood firm in Beelzebub's way.
They hurled blue energy spheres at his chest, only to splash harmlessly against his magic barrier.
Second-tier spell—Mana Shield!
Unhindered, Beelzebub's axes sliced through the water elementals.
His momentum carried him forward, and with a single swing, he split a Murloc Diviner encased in ice armor in two.
The other, overwhelmed by fear, tried to flee.
But it was too slow, falling under Beelzebub's next strike.
Fully harnessing the power of his bloodline, wielding enchanted weapons, and bolstered by spells, Beelzebub's combat prowess was staggering.
Facing his overwhelming strength, the murlocs were no more than firewood beneath his blade.
"Ahh..."
The Murloc Tidecaller despaired under Beelzebub's crushing pressure.
All the remaining murlocs had been held off by Matthew's companions.
From commanding tens of thousands to being utterly alone—this had all unfolded in just a little over ten minutes.
Crash!
Beelzebub's heavy axe shattered the Tidecaller's icy shield.
Just as he twisted his axe to finish it off with a grin...
The Murloc Tidecaller's eyes turned pitch black.
It opened its mouth, and an invisible, eerie shockwave burst forth.
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