Priam grimaced as the rays of the Necromoon touched his skin. Leaving behind the protection of Log-a-rhythm, he was swiftly flying away. The event’s rewards were tempting, but Priam refused to jeopardize his loved ones.
Zooming through the skies, Priam replaced his mist cloak with flas and activated his scales. Their protection cost him no aether and partially blocked the crimson light of the malevolent satellite. The relief made him sigh with contentnt.
Priam's willpower and constitution were too high for re exposure to necro light to pose a danger, but the lunar caress was degrading. Just as he would refuse to dive into a pool of excrent, even if his vitality guaranteed good health, Priam abhorred the bloody rays of the moon. It sought to violate his soul, manipulating his consciousness, and that was unbearable.
A deathly silence caught his attention. Below him, hills and valleys were covered with trees and rivers. Every plant seed to be a haunt of the corrupted. As far as Priam could see, hundreds of thousands of glowing eyes fixated on him. Suddenly, one of the revenants scread, triggering a chain reaction.
The shattered silence faded with the arrival of the dreadful clamor.
Priam looked back, confirming that Log-a-rhythm had disappeared behind a chain of tall hills. I'm far enough, he decided, coming to a halt. A louder cry than the others echoed, restoring silence. Priam summoned Prosse upon spotting a familiar Tier 2 in the distance.
At the end of the valley, the necrowolf observed him from a promontory. The beast that had swiftly decapitated him a few days earlier had not forgotten their eting. Nor had Priam.
Smirking, the Homo Elysian weighed his spear as his system provided a trajectory capable of hitting the animal. Arming his weapon, Priam focused on his connection with Prosse and used Micro to guide [Spear Throw]. When his will resonated with his linked weapon, Priam arched his body. The force ca from his pelvis, traveled up his back to his shoulder, and then exploded in his arm. Half a dozen muscles overstrained as Priam's back turned into a bow and his arm into a whip.
Lvl Up: [Spear Throw] lvl 19
DEXT 3
[Kinetic Control] boosted the attack as Prosse left Priam's Domain. The characteristic thunder of the broken sound barrier echoed in the valley.
The spear disappeared.
Priam activated [Three-headed Hydra], regenerating the half-dozen muscles that had exploded upon the launch. Simultaneously, he observed the necrowolf.
Prosse reappeared a few ters from the target. Just as Priam feared the creature would dodge, he felt [Homo Elysian Predation] activate. The corrupted wolf thought it could tank the attack head-on. It was a mistake.
For the second ti in its existence, the creature's instinct had betrayed it.
Three kiloters from Priam, the forest trembled. A shockwave lifted a dust do, briefly pierced by a spear rejoining its master.
Priam grimaced, noting the absence of Sun points. The attack had hit, but he was still too weak to one-shot a Tier 2. Soon...
The dust cloud parted, revealing his adversary amidst uprooted trees. The necrowolf's skull had split open, exposing a broken spine. Priam flashed a mocking smile.
"I'm here; co get ," he taunted. The beast didn't dare, disappearing into the forest. At Tier 2, the corrupted weren't entirely stupid. Priam knew it would return with reinforcents. In the anti, let's accumulate so easy points.
His hearts pulsed, sending a wave of energy throughout his body. His soul illuminated before resonating with the fla symbolizing his Fire Concept. Surveying the tide of corrupted, Priam smiled.
A lone man soared high above the valley. Like a star defying the Necromoon, his flas infuriated millions of powerless corrupted below.
Summoning a fireball, Priam hurled it into the horde writhing beneath him. The explosion shattered the silence and the status quo. Roaring, hundreds of skeletal creatures took flight. Deathsquitos, bats, raptors, birds, and various necromantic creatures rushed towards him.
Laughing, Priam summoned a fiery wave that intercepted the assault. The overheated air wiped out the Tier 0s while the flas ravaged the Tier 1s. Only a dozen corrupted survived the devastation. On his part, Priam had not yet depleted his resources; his Fire Concept manipulated the ambient aether.
As the last flying Tier 1s approached, [Priam's System] transford his cloak into a protective coiling snake. In a fraction of a second, its volu multiplied as it stretched out to devour the survivors. Priam had no need for an elental as long as he had his system.
[Temporary Boost:
237 Corrupted (T0 - common) defeated (PHY 23.7%).
17 Corrupted (T1 - common) defeated (PHY 17% NT 17%).
Conquest Tir: 4 min 59s
Aether Reserve: 262/262]
Feeling his attributes increase under the effects of Conquest, Priam decided to kick it up a notch. He had about fifty-eight minutes left to accumulate as many points as possible. With a defiant glint in his eyes, Priam decided to show his rivals what he was capable of. Honestly, he wanted to prove it to himself.
A portal opened beneath his feet, leading to the Fire Domain. The infinite fire burning there responded to the call of the Fire Champion. Following his will, a cascade of flas began to fall towards the ground five hundred ters below.
The blazing deluge would destroy everything in its path, consuming the corrupted to fuel its rage. The snowballing ability of fire was its main advantage, but Priam wanted more. Releasing his Conquest Aura, he rged it with the conflagration. Like a king finally crowned, the fire crackled, its flas shining with a silvery brilliance.
When the fiery avalanche touched the ground, the valley trembled. Both trees and undead turned into torches before being consud. Their resistance to fire seed negative. Priam smiled, feeling his Aura decrease before filling up again. Fire and Conquest were two forces that consud everything in their path, feeding on this destruction. Bodies, minds, and curses were crushed, annihilated, and transford into energy.
Observing the massacre, Priam quickly realized that the number of Tier 0s mattered little against his Concept. His build was perfect for dealing with a multitude of weak opponents. Let's see if Arnold can do better.
In the following minutes, like the pyroclastic eruption of a volcano, the cataclysm spread across the valley, devouring undeads, trees, earth, and air. Nothing seed able to resist Priam as his attributes skyrocketed.
[Temporary Boost:
7 563 Corrupted (T0 - common) defeated (PHY 268%).
548 Corrupted (T1 - common) defeated (PHY 232% NT 250%).
Temporary maximum attributes reached.
Conquest Tir: 4 min 59s
Aether Reserve: 262/262]
Only the sight of the trees ravaged by flas sowhat dampened his enthusiasm. Despite his personality being influenced by Conquest, Priam did not appreciate seeing the forest go up in ashes. However, he had no choice: it was better than having plants corrupted by the Necromoon. With the extre aether density, there's hope that everything will grow back within a few weeks.
Suddenly, the protective snake expanded, biting into thin air twenty ters from Priam. Caught in its fangs, Ève appeared.
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