Chapter 80: Poison Fields

On the west of the Sacred Serpent Valley of the Nar realm, was a huge gray swamp cloaked in poisonous fog. As the fog swirled and warped, a rancid stench spread out, chasing away any curious beasts that ventured too close to the region. 

Rotten flesh, putrefying bones, and decomposed beast bodies littered the bubbling swamp, turning the area into a land of death and decay.

This miasma enveloped region is the Poison Fields of the Nar realm. 

At this moment, within the depths of the gray swamp, a swarm of poisonous scorpions were surrounding a lone figure with flaming red-gold hair. The figure flashed in and out of the scorpion encirclement, slashing a fire-covered arrow like a sword, leaving blood and the stench of burning meat in the air.

Swiftly dodging the sharp stinger of a black scorpion, the figure jumped in the air and landed on the back of a gray scorpion, controlling the creature to attack its companions.

Soon, a clash of stingers and pincers took place, the figure leaping back and forth between the arachnids as they rapidly grasped their pincers at each other and curved their tail up and down to pin the figure down. 

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

At this moment, a giant red scorpion with a human head crawled into the area of the scuffle, its giant eight legs leaving deep imprints onto the damp, poisonous ground. Upon sensing the giant scorpion, the little scorpions immediately stopped their attacks and backed off, making way for it.

This was the Scorpion King.

"You little creature have a lot of courage, daring to enter my territory and attack my underlings. For that, I respect you and give you the right to decide how you want to die. Speak, how do you wish to die?" Filled with disdain and disregard, the giant human-scorpions' voice sounded hoarse and rough, as if not used in ages.

Its head slumped on the giant scorpion's body, appeared tiny, giving the otherwise frightening beast, a funny look. 

"Hmph! Just a hideous creature!" The figure exclaimed, the same disdain in its voice.

"What did you say?" The Scorpion King roared, enraged.

Other beasts talking about his appearance was one of the things he hated the most. That's why even though he was the King of the scorpions, he never showed up for any gathering of the beasts.

Because he knew.

The moment he appeared, he would become the focus of every beast's scorn and disdain. 

In this realm where survival was the most important, the beasts paid more attention to power than appearances. However, there were exceptions.

Only the appearances of powerful beasts were ignored. For lesser creatures that lacked power, the matter was completely different. If they did not have the power to bust the heads and split the bodies of stronger creatures, they became the center of entertainment and joke for the rest of the races.

This was the Scorpion King's case. As a lesser race and one with only wild scorpions to commend, he lacked the power to shut up any creature above his rank. As such, enduring the scorn and mockery of the higher-ranking races became his everyday routine.

Until he stopped attending beast gatherings and confined himself to the poisonous swamp. After a long period of time not hearing being addressed as hideous, he had almost forgotten what he looked like in others' eyes.

"Hideous creature!" The figure fearlessly replied, not the least bit daunted by the Scorpion King's strong front.

"You! You! You wait for me!" The Scorpion King shouted angrily.

"I'm waiting. Come on." Beckoning with its hand, the figure gestured for the scorpion to attack.

"You! I am coming!" The Scorpion King shouted again, but took no action, remaining in his same spot.

'What is up with this female? Why is she so fearless and daring? Could she have figured out my weakness? No way! I did not attack once since arriving, so how could she have figured out about my weakness?'

The Scorpion King confusedly roared inwardly.

"Hmph! Coward!" The figure coldly snorted.

"You dared to call me a coward? Good. Very Good. Since you dare to call me a coward, do you dare to give your name, then?" The loud howl was unlike any other, seemingly furious enough to burn down the whole swamp.

"Dare? Hmph! Why wouldn't I dare? Cowardly Scorpion King, listen carefully. My name is Versailles Skyler, Gold Serpentine of the Snake Clan and the Werewolf King's mate! Now that you know who I am, what can you do to me?" Arms crossed, she playfully looked at the Scorpion King.

After declaring her intention to clear the Poison Fields on her own, Versailles immediately set out from the Flaming Forests of the Pink Goblins. Half a day of travel later, she arrived at the Poison Fields and immediately sought out the scorpions' territory. 

That's right.

She purposely sought out the scorpions, because she wanted to draw out the Scorpion King. From her previous life as a serpentine, she incidentally came to know about the Scorpion King's strong front and weak character. 

His roars and rage meant nothing, because he was nothing but talk.

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And that was why Versailles was so fearless in challenging him in his own land. Because she knew he would never step into the battle until his opponent was a breath away from death. 

He treasured his life and feared the strong, making him an easy prey for Versailles to hunt.

"Snake clan? Werewolf King's mate? You are associated with two of the six supreme clans?" The Scorpion King shrieked in fear. 

Its giant scorpion body trembled before weakly slumming to the damp ground.

"I am sorry! Please, spare my life. Spare my life. I will do anything you say. Just spare my life!" He tearfully begged, his previous imposing aura and strong front, shred to pieces, nowhere to be found.

Not at all surprised, Versailles smiled.

"I have no use for your life. I do, however, have a use for your little minions. Take them, and draw out the venomous pythons in the swampy lake. I want the pythons drawn here within half a day. If I do not see them, then I will take your hideous head!" Turning, she left without a backward glance.

A short while later, in the damp swamp, pythons of various sizes were hissing and slithering about, as they surrounded a small figure.

The sinuous figures leaped at her from the fogs and heavy miasma, roughly knocking her around on the poisonous wet soil.

The attackers were red-green giant pythons beyond Versailles' expectations.

Their humongous bodies were as thick as ancient flame trees, covered thickly in shimmering scales that shinned with a cold, metallic luster.

As they glared at Versailles with greenish, squinted eyes, they revealed their wide predacious mouths, saliva continuously dripping down from between their fangs.

Versailles, encircled by the pythons, was not in a panic. She remained calm and she was not shaken. Her violet eyes only radiating light, a fierce desire to battle.

'Hmmm.....I heard the eyes of the red-green pythons of the Poison Fields had the ability to immobilize the Gorgons. Whether myth or fact, it will be determined today.'

Tightly clenching her fists, she rose into the air, transforming into her serpentine form.

The python's cold and sinister gazes followed the intruder of their home, watching it transform from a tiny ant, into a beast more ginormous than them. Hissing fearfully and maliciously, they charged forward.

They lunged at Versailles with intelligent movements and lighting speed. Unpredictably swaying their heads, they leaped at her in flashes and twists as she rapidly backed away and averted their attacks.

An invading force of death filled her entire body as a huge python's tail swept towards her and she dodged, swiftly following with three swings of her tail.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

After ruthlessly crashing the python into a charging swarm, Versailles slithered through the ground and struck, fast and swift, at the leader of the swarm.

The collision jeered her senses, the tendons in her golden tail screaming in pain. On the verge of shattering.

"The Nar! Are you made out of steel? Why are your scales so hard?" She hissed in pain.

Gritting her teeth, she stretched out her arm, and grabbed one of her arrows, forcefully slashing it towards the python with all her might!

Red blood flashed through the air.

The python screeched sorrowfully, as bloody wounds formed on its head, its eyes blinded!

Having suffered a grievous injury, the humongous body of the python hissed and twisted continuously on the damp ground, causing the surrounding gray fog to wriggle and shift in response.

The atmosphere was dreadful.

"Your story ends here, pretty boy." She smiled sinisterly.

Standing up straight, Versailles inhaled deeply until her lungs could no longer take in any more oxygen, before breathing out a sea of red-gold flames. The gray fog lit up in red-gold brilliance, banishing the poisonous miasma for a brief moment.

The wildly flapping python was enveloped and swallowed in an expansive assault of flame and heat that melted its entire body.

Its painful wail slowly weakened, before dying out. The burning smell of flesh filled the air and sticky, viscous liquid spread on the poisonous soil.

As the only magical part of its body, the only thing left of its existence, were the two glowing, red-green eyes.

Grabbing the two bright orbs with her golden tail, she brought it before her violet-gold pupils.

"Finally, I got the red-green eyes. The bane of the Gorgons.." She whispered in excitement.

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