BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM-Chapter 901: Self-healing thaid (3)

But that wasn't the only problem.

The creature almost had the same physical stats as him.

In a sense, it meant that Erik had a strength equivalent to that of something having 57 neural links, but on the other hand, it meant that fighting without mana against this thing was going to be dangerous.

As he thought about all of this, the Hevadrin's brain crystal power finished healing its wounds.

The beast stepped closer, eyeing its attacker as if the pain it was feeling was nothing.

With a grunt of effort, Erik ran toward a nearby tree.

He gripped his slime flyssa tightly, fingers aching around the hilt.

He hid behind the tree, but the Hevadrin crashed into it, destroying it.

Erik barely avoided the ram and landed a few more hits as it turned toward the creature.

The Hevadrin tensed, ready to charge again while his wounds healed on the naked eye. Erik steeled himself, then exploded into motion.

He drew on every ounce of speed his body provided and more, circling around the beast in a blur.

The Hevadrin snarled and spun, unsure where the next attacks would come from, and they

came.

Erik struck the flyssa, biting deep before the creature could react. Blood spilled from the wound, but it was already closing.

The two exchanged several attacks, which ended with Erik landing many, and the Hevadrin landing none, but the human had a lot of trouble avoiding them. His stats were barely enough to allow him to do so.

"I can't go on like this... If I take too many hits, that thing would kill me!"

Erik placed his hand on his ribs. Only one attack landed on him, and it had been enough for the creature to almost shatter them, despite Erik's powerful physique.

Undeterred, Erik continued his onslaught, attacking from all angles in a whirlwind.

He wasn't using frost and wind; he didn't have the mana. For a second, Erik contemplated doing it.

If he used it, maybe he would injure the beast enough to gain an opening to finish it, but the slime weapon would cease to exist sooner, leaving Erik without weapons and without protection if he failed to deliver a killing blow.

The Hevadrin tried to avoid the blows, but it soon became covered in wounds. They took little to heal, of course.

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Between attacks, Erik gauged the damage. The creature bled profusely due to all those attacks, yet its healing remained undiminished.

It glared hatred at Erik, unafraid despite its injuries.

Erik's limbs ached as he continued his onslaught, the slime flyssa slicing through flesh and fur time and time again.

With each blow, the Hevadrin bled more, yet still, its wounds sealed shut almost as quickly as they were made.

Erik was tiring. This battle had gone on too long already, and his mana reserves were low to begin with. But he couldn't.

If the creature fled, it would inevitably end up at Liberty Watch.

He couldn't even ask the clones to help, since they would just die a useless death, decreasing the already small number of troops Erik could count on if the Blackguards attacked.

Erik could muster up maybe one frost or wind attack, maybe two if he absolutely had to, but then he would be left defenseless. He wouldn't have enough mana to materialize the flyssa. But if he had little mana to spend, and his only advantage was in his higher stats, instead, the creature had plenty of mana to use.

Even if Erik caused a lot of wounds, the beast had too much mana. 900 energy points were not a few.

Erik dodged another kick from the beast's massive hind legs, feeling them slice through the air next to his head. The attack was so fast he was certain this kick wasn't only able to shatter bone, but even cutting flesh like a knife.

Erik spun low and swept the flyssa in a wide arc aimed at the creature's legs.

It connected, spurting blood, and with a surprised yelp, the Hevadrin stumbled.

Erik just detached a leg from the creature's body.

That must have hurt a lot, because the creature trashed, but as he did, Erik saw another limb take the old one's place.

The Hevadrin didn't stay on the ground even for 2 seconds, which Erik could have used to kill the beast.

"Just die, you motherfucker!"

The Hevadrin met his eyes, and for a moment they stared one another down. There was hatred in the beast's eyes, but there was something else too... It was just that Erik couldn't understand what it was.

<That move must have depleted a huge chunk of its mana. I refuse to think that this Thaid's brain crystal power allows it to regrow limbs easily! >

Erik had to end this, and end it now, before the creature landed another hit on him, or worse,

fled.

But at the same time, he was having trouble due to his wound. It was painful.

His ribs ached where the creature had struck earlier.

<Either I must deplete its mana reserves or I must deliver a lethal blow. The first is not

possible, and I'm at a disadvantage at that... but the second? >

Maybe he could do that, but he had to end up in a situation and a position that would allow him to do so, and that wasn't something easy to achieve.

Gripping the flyssa hilt until his knuckles turned white, Erik steeled himself. The creature

tensed and then moved.

Erik spun and rolled, avoiding the Hevadrin's assaults. These were charges and kicks most of

the times, but they were fast and lethal.

The beast attacked with ferocity, pushing Erik to his limits while evading its rams.

Though tired and without mana, adrenaline fueled Erik's rapid steps.

As the Hevadrin charged once more, Erik dropped and slid beneath it at the last moment.

The creature crashed into a thick tree with a roar and staggered for a second.

Erik acted right at that moment. Still sliding across the forest floor, he swung his flyssa upward with all his strength.

The blade sliced through skin, fur, and flesh unhindered.

A spray of scarlet stained the air as the Hevadrin reeled back from the tree, severed artery

pumping.

It staggered and fell, its massive form crashing onto the blood-soaked earth.

But then the wound healed itself. Erik then noticed something. The beast was not perfectly fine. Its movements seemed slower.

<Hey...> A thought swirled inside Erik's mind. Could it be that the creature's power didn't

refill its blood?

No one really killed a Hevadrin, or fought it for all that mattered, so there wasn't a lot of information about how its power worked.

<But if that's true, then my attack for sure had a huge effect. >