The torrent of molten bloodsucking vines surged into the giant python's mouth, but failed to bring the expected end.
Crack! Crack!
Sharp snapping sounds rang out one after another, clearly audible even amid the chaos of battle.
The Lord of the Gray Swamp's jaws and throat muscles possessed terrifying crushing power. Any vines that entered its mouth were severed in the blink of an eye.
The choking only enraged it further, and it thrashed its head wildly.
The battle reached another stalemate.
Three sets of Wind Crossbow steel cables and a living mesh of vines covering its entire body pinned the giant python firmly in the center of the basin, leaving it unable to move.
Yet it had not been subdued. Its tremendous regenerative power was still fighting against the forces restraining it.
[Winch load continuing to increase! Steel cable number one on the left is showing signs of metal fatigue!] [Magic crystal consumption steady. Remaining reserves can sustain operations for another hour!]
What now?
The question surfaced in everyone's mind. Were they supposed to keep dragging this out?
Until the winches broke or the magic arrays ran out of power?
By then, this thoroughly enraged magical beast would turn all of Graysea Marsh into a hell of lava.
Just as everyone's anxiety mounted, Veylin issued an order.
[Barton, take your squad and enter the battlefield with the Injection Unit.]
As the order went out.
At the edge of the basin, Barton, who had long been standing by, sprang to his feet. Behind him stood six burly soldiers.
Without a word, they worked together to lift a specially made steel tube, roughly four meters long and half a meter thick.
The tube was black all over. Several joined triangular steel plates formed a pointed tip at