Chef in the Apocalypse

Chapter 109: Beast Tide (12)

The battlefield was transformed in an instant as the full might of Jayce’s Executive Chef ability coursed through Colin’s veins. His previously grueling stalemate with the feline fiend now tipped heavily in his favor. An indomitable strength surged within him, a power that seemed to emanate from the very earth beneath his feet.

The monstrous feline, which had earlier toyed with its hulking adversary, now found itself engulfed by a sense of panic and helplessness. It had severely underestimated the transformation Colin could undergo when bolstered by Jayce’s incredible abilities. Each blow he delivered was like a cataclysmic force, relentless and unforgiving.

Again and again, the beast was sent reeling, its once fearsome attacks reduced to feeble attempts at defense. Wounds began to accumulate, and its monstrous frame was battered and bruised, the indomitable Colin driving it to the brink.

The feline creature, gasping for breath and reeling from its injuries, realized it had gravely miscalculated. The overwhelming strength of its foe was stifling, and the toll of the battle had become unbearable. In desperation, it made a fateful decision. Abandoning its earlier resolve, it turned its attention away from Colin, its malevolent eyes locking onto the ranged units stationed a distance behind him.

With a low, ominous growl, the monstrous feline unleashed its highest speed, bypassing Colin in a blur of motion and hurtling towards an unsuspecting archer. The archer, in the midst of drawing his bowstring to aim at the sprawling plains below, had no time to react.

However, in a breathtaking display of power and precision, Colin’s colossal hands latched onto the creature’s tail with a vice-like grip. With a mighty heave, he spun the feline abomination like he was participating in the hammer-throw at the olympics. The creature’s massive form sailed through the air, its roars of fury echoing into the distance as it hurtled over the city walls, destined to rejoin the maelstrom of the battlefield below.

Colin, victorious and beaming with his signature grin, collected his shield and colossal club with the air of a triumphant warrior. Without hesitation, he bounded to the edge of the city walls and, with unwavering confidence, leaped off into the fray, ready to face the horrors of the battlefield head-on with a smile.

Colin’s descent from the city walls was nothing short of cataclysmic. As his colossal form made contact with the earth, a massive dust cloud erupted around him, obscuring the battlefield like a shroud. His wicked grin remained intact as he muttered to himself, his voice a low growl, “Now, I won’t have to hold back any longer.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he dashed forward, his immense frame plowing through the sea of monsters. With each step, his shield and club struck out like the wrath of a demigod, laying waste to any creature unfortunate enough to stand in his path. Bones cracked, flesh tore, and monstrous roars of agony filled the air as he forged a brutal path through the enemy lines.

Breaking through the disarrayed formation, Colin’s eyes fell upon the feline monster he had so unceremoniously hurled from the city walls. His grin grew even more malevolent, and he knew what needed to be done. With a tremendous leap into the air, he raised his colossal club high above his head, the weapon gleaming with a murderous intent that sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld it.

As the club descended, Colin’s voice thundered across the battlefield, a battle cry that shook the very heavens, “Force Impact!”

The impact, when it came, was nothing short of apocalyptic. The colossal club struck the feline monster’s head with unimaginable force, and a shockwave of pure devastation radiated outward. It rippled through the very fabric of the battlefield, an unstoppable force of destruction that left naught but chaos in its wake.

The head of the feline abomination was obliterated in an instant, a grotesque spectacle of gore and destruction. The shockwave spread out like a malevolent wave, a tidal force of destruction that engulfed everything in its path. Monsters within a ten-meter radius were thrown to the ground, their bodies convulsing as they foamed blood from their twisted mouths. Their insides had been cruelly scrambled by the merciless shockwaves, and they fell to the earth in agonized heaps.

Colin stood triumphant amidst the aftermath of his devastating attack, his malevolent grin still firmly etched upon his face. “Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, however there was no response. The feline had breathed its last.

Letting out a sigh, Colin turned his attention back to the city wall, seeing the monsters continue to climb up. “I should probably clear out some monsters near the walls.” With that, he made his way over to the walls, taking out a few beasts on the way.

***

On the Eastern side of the walls, Dion’s once-shiny armor was now marred and dented. He stood valiantly on the blood-soaked ramparts, facing a tough foe. His stone hammer, wreathed in a golden flame, was both a symbol of hope and a harbinger of destruction. Weariness hung heavily upon him, manifesting in the blood that dribbled from his mouth, but he refused to yield.

Before him, an abomination stood, an arachnid monstrosity with long, spindly legs that towered three meters into the air. Atop its grotesque body, a nightmarish fusion of woman and spider formed an unholy union. The woman’s torso emerged seamlessly from the arachnid, her hairless, lifeless form cast in an eerie gray hue.

Dion’s eyes never wavered from the abomination before him, his grip on the stone hammer unwavering. This arachnid creature had been responsible for countless deaths on the eastern side of the city walls, a relentless engine of destruction.

Desperation swirled in the air as Dion glanced at Heath, who was now in a pitiful state, battered and unconscious, leaning against the cold stone of the city’s protective walls. The weight of the situation bore down upon him, the burden of defending Bastion against this eldritch horror.

But within Dion, a fierce resolve smoldered. His people depended on him. His city depended on him. He raised his stone hammer high, the golden flames flickering like a defiant beacon. With a thunderous roar, he charged toward the arachnid abomination, determined to bring an end to this nightmarish foe and protect his home.

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