Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach's plan to kill Great Ugor by hitching a ride to the Underworld inside the Basilisk was one thing. There was just something they had to do before that. They had to get rid of the Basilisk. Your journey continues with empire

The big snake would be the biggest immediate threat upon their arrival, and that was if they could hold out long enough inside its highly corrosive stomach acid. To improve their odds as much as possible, Zach needed to be as strong as possible. He couldn't afford to maintain his barrier forever.

The best would be if they could find a safe spot inside the Basilisk and relax there until they arrived. That wasn't likely. That meant they had to neutralize the Basilisk's stomach acid, then it, and then leave the corpse as soon as possible.

Killing the Basilisk would also give them a bunch of levels, strengthening them, which definitely wasn't unnecessary. However, while it had been resurrected by the Underworld, it didn't rely on underworld energy, at least not yet. Any anti-underworld energy potions wouldn't even give it an upset stomach.

There was also the petrification they had to deal with. There was nothing that said it wouldn't affect them just because they attacked from within.

"Alzara, what and how long do you need to do something about the petrification?" Zach asked while glancing around the surprisingly vast stomach.

"A Basilisk's outer skin is made through the same ability as when it petrifies its targets, Master. When it grows, it produces a material to break down the stone and shed its skin before building a new layer of armor. There should be glands beneath its skin. If I can get my hands on one of those, I can do something about it in a few minutes probably."

"Got it. Yanael, Mandra, how long can you stall the petrification on someone else?"

"I apologize, Master, the help I can provide to others is minimal." Yanael bowed her head.

"A few minutes, Master. If it's you, maybe a few more."

"Right. Soara, can you sense any weaknesses?"

"Its brain and major organs are all in a state of decay, Master. It is eating away at itself to try and heal the injuries that killed it the first time. If we do nothing, it might die within a few days on its own."

"Mhm. Too bad it will have arrived at the Underworld by then and received a dose or two of the good stuff. We need to expedite the process. Dukiel, how many times can your Sentinel lose its lasers like it did before?"

"Not many. But with the Cube and Slime working together, we can up that number a lot."

"Perfect. I need you and Anerias to find something to torch. Let's give this bad boy a fever of the worst possible degree. Violina, you can freeze the stomach acid, right?"

"For a little while, yes. If I don't need to do anything else, my familiars and I can keep a smaller spot frozen for pretty long, I think."

"That's exactly what I had in mind. Nessa, your Millipede is hungry and itching for revenge, right?"

"Yes…?"

"It will have to suffer a little for it, but I hope that's fine."

"As long as it's not permanent."

"Of course not. Alzara will fix anyone who ends up petrified."

They didn't know how the petrification worked or how deep it ran. Would they be covered in stone or would they turn into stone? For how long could they be petrified before it was too late for it to be undone?

Trusting Alzara when there were so many things that could go wrong was difficult. But it wasn't like they had a choice.

If there was ever a time to trust those they had fought and lived with for several years, it was now. The bad things that could happen weren't important. The only thing that mattered was that all and every single one of them focused on their tasks and did their absolute best to carry out Zach's orders.

That was the only thing that could bring their chance of success up from rock bottom to slightly above rock bottom.

So, without wasting more time, Zach popped the bubble. He gave the Anerias and Dukiel pair a platform, the Nessa and Violina pair a platform, and himself and his familiars a platform.

Nessa and Violina drifted to the edge of the stomach until they reached the fleshy sac wall that was covered in a thick layer of protective slime to keep the painfully corrosive stomach acid apart from the sensitive tissue. Violina anchored them to the wall with a platform of ice to keep them stable.

Meanwhile, Zach, Dukiel, and Anerias had started floating back the way they came. If they wanted to target the Basilisk's important bits, they had to climb up to them. The situation on the way down had been a little hectic, otherwise, they could have stopped and carried out the plan there.

Fortunately, Zach's barriers were under his complete control. If he wanted them to rise through the air, they did. Carrying himself or others took a toll on him, but it was something he had to endure for his plan to proceed as smoothly as possible.

It was only when Zach dropped off the other two at an old injury of the Basilisk's that he realized he could fly. It wasn't perfect since he had to stand on something, that something being his barriers. But it was better than the type of flight birds used since he didn't have to move so much as a muscle. He could float through the air like he was taking a stroll.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the time to celebrate.

He had to get into position as quickly as possible.

Before they put the plan into motion, Nessa had asked something.

How would they know if the Basilisk entered the Hole?

Zach's answer had been simple.

They would notice it.

They could only attack the Basilisk once it entered the Hole if they wanted to use it to get to the Underworld safely. If it threw a ruckus on the surface, where it had the space to move freely, there was no telling what would happen to them. In the Hole, however, its movements would be restricted, and it would be unable to do anything about the pain in its body. It would be more stable.

At the same time, they had to kill it before they reached the bottom or came into contact with underworld energy.

All of them had to be in position and ready to attack as soon as it began its descent. If they were not in position, it would take too long to get there since it would be difficult to move around while the Basilisk descended.

As Zach and his familiars sped through the Basilisk's unnecessarily long insides, he felt it slow down.

"Shit…!"