Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb and the ant hunkered down, doing their best to blend into the desolate desert surroundings. They watched intently as the massive swarm of Dark Soul Suckers continued to roam the sky, their dark forms a stark contrast against the fading light. The scene was almost hypnotic, the way the crows twisted and turned in unison, their movements coordinated like a well-rehearsed dance. Every so often, a group would break off to explore a potential source of souls, only to rejoin the swarm moments later.

After about twenty minutes, the situation escalated quickly. The swarm's random, albeit fluid, pattern changed as they spotted a new creature: a hybrid centipede, part horse, with a serpentine, segmented body that stretched over 17 feet high and a hundred meters long. Its skin glistened with a metallic sheen, and dozens of legs, each as thick as a grown man's arm, propelled it awkwardly across the sandy terrain.

As the soul suckers observed the giant creature, their movements became more frantic, their dark energy bodies pulsing with what seemed like excitement. Caleb watched, fascinated by the sudden shift in dynamics. "Looks like they found what they were looking for," he commented dryly, his voice low.

The ant scribbled in the sand, its movements hurried, "That's a rare sight. The Dark Soul Suckers are opportunistic, but they seldom attack something so large unless they're desperate or sure of victory."

Caleb nodded, his eyes not leaving the scene above. "Looks like a big meal for them. Are you sure these things can't be touched by physical attacks?"

The ant paused, then continued writing, "Absolutely. They feed on the soul, impervious to usual physical damage. But..."

"But?" Caleb prompted, sensing the ant's hesitation.

"But if disrupted at their core, perhaps by energy that could match or scatter their dark essence... It could theoretically disperse them."@@novelbin@@

As the swarm prepared to dive, the sky darkened further, a massive, swirling column of crows forming directly above the unsuspecting hybrid centipede. The air filled with a tension so palpable that even the distant howls of desert creatures stilled.

The scene was chaotic as the dark swarm of hundreds of thousands of crows bore down on the hybrid monster horse, their silhouettes darkening the sky. The horse reared up, its eyes wide with terror, as it sensed the impending doom. Despite its size and strength, the hybrid monster's fear was palpable; it let out a ferocious roar, attempting to intimidate the swarm. When its intimidating display had no effect, it resorted to launching mid-range energy blasts in a frantic attempt to scatter its attackers. The blasts, though powerful, passed through the mass of crows killing ten of them.

Caleb watched with a raised eyebrow, intrigued by the horse's futile efforts. "Tough day at the office, huh?" he commented dryly, turning to glance at the ant who was busy erecting a protective green barrier around them.

The hybrid horse, realizing its attacks were ineffective, began a desperate sprint across the desert, kicking up clouds of sand as it tried to outrun the relentless crows. However, the swarm was relentless and rapidly closed the distance. In a last-ditch effort, the horse unleashed a massive attack, its body radiating intense energy that blasted outward, scorching a two-kilometer radius of the desert landscape.

Caleb, protected by the ant's barrier, watched the spectacle unfold with a nonchalant air. The ant's barrier shimmered with a soft green light, effortlessly warding off any stray energies from the horse's explosive attack. "Nice work," Caleb remarked, giving the ant a nod of appreciation.

Despite the horse's powerful attack, which annihilated a quarter of the swarm, the remaining crows regrouped swiftly, their numbers still overwhelming. The air was thick with the dark energy of the crows as they prepared for another assault, seemingly undeterred by their losses.

As the swarm descended once more, the hybrid horse, now visibly exhausted and wounded, braced for the impact. Its sides heaved, and sweat mingled with the desert dust on its skin. It was a battle of survival against an enemy that seemed impossible to defeat.

caught in a desperate struggle for survival, trembled as the dark swarm of soul-sucking crows descended upon it. Despite its earlier display of raw power, the monstrous creature was quickly overwhelmed, its attempts to escape proving futile against the relentless crows.

As the crows swirled around it, the air was filled with the eerie sounds of their ghostly wings and the desperate whinnies of the horse. Each crow dove in turn, their bodies phasing through the horse's physical form to attack its soul directly. With every pass, the horse's movements grew weaker, its eyes filled with a terror that spoke of an understanding of its inevitable fate.

Caleb and the ant watched from a safe distance, protected by the ant's green barrier. The ant, accustomed to the harsh realities of the wilderness, showed no sign of distress, its antennae twitching slightly as it observed the scene. Caleb, his expression unreadable, simply watched the natural order of the desert play out before him.

"Nature's cruelty at its finest," Caleb remarked dryly, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a grim smile. The ant nodded in agreement, its body language conveying a sense of resignation to the brutal laws that governed their world. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

The horse's struggles grew feebler as the crows continued their assault. It tried one last time to shake off the attackers, its body convulsing in a pitiful attempt to rid itself of the dark energies enveloping it. But it was no use; the crows were relentless, and their numbers seemed endless.

Finally, with a heart-wrenching moan, the horse's body stilled, its life force completely drained. The crows, their dark task completed, began to disperse, leaving behind the husk of what was once a mighty creature. The desert silence that followed was punctuated only by the soft rustling of sand as the wind began to cover the traces of the battle.

"There's nothing left," Caleb observed, his voice low and contemplative. "Even the strongest fall prey to the right hunters."

The ant moved slightly closer to Caleb, its antennae waving in a gentle, thoughtful pattern. "And the cycle continues," it added, its tone philosophical. "Life feeds on life, in all its forms."