"I don't want to brag~..."
Christel said as he ran over the river, thin layers of ice appeared under his feet and behind his was a trail of ice that was fading thanks to the strong flow of water from the river.
Christel is not only referring to his COOL way of crossing the river freezing its waters with his steps. But when facing an army of infernal creatures alone.
"Although I have played Diablo, and in Single-Player you can finish the Diablo content in its three difficulty levels. I must not be carried away by overconfidence"
Christel took a deep breath as he ran to the bank on the other side of the river.
"Co my {Clay Golems}" Six Golems rose from the mud on the riverbank.
Christel has increased his comprehension in Necromancer magic and can now shorten the chanting of summoning spells as well as other spells.
"Ketsia, Master Malachar is not around here, and people co to deliver food to you~" Christel ran his tongue over his lips.
Christel had already reached the bank of the eastern river. From his left wrist, a scarlet red bracelet began to slip, Christel's wrist seed to be cut and blood was oozing from the wound.
On the ground on Christel's left side, a humanoid figure was beginning to form at the height of thirty centiters.
Features began to appear on the figure, and although it was a scarlet red liquid, features and body shape could be noticed.
She was a little girl like the girl with blond hair like the sun and skin as white as snow.
At the sa ti, the clay golems began to change their shapes, they were no longer a humanoid mace like -The Thing- of the Wonderful Universe, but now took the form of the girl, but with a height of one hundred and seventy centiters and with white skin tone and pink hair.
The golems' clothing was a battle armor of the Rogue Sisters, and the blood golem nad Ketsia wore a uniform of Kuoh Academy. Although a combination of red tones.
"{ Blizzard }"
The army of infernal beasts was already 200 ters away, that's when Christel raised his hand and cast his first spell of the battle.
At an altitude of between one kiloter and two kiloters, water sources began to convolute and wind currents began to circulate.
A torrent of arcane magic began to fill the area. When the waters were concentrated they began to fall, but in a second they were spears of two to three ters in length at most and there were many smaller ones of thirty centiters to one ter.
-Blizzard- is a great magic in the branch of -Cold Spells-, beyond the -Frost Nova- and -Frozen Orb-. That he receives mastery bonuses on the spells of -Ice Bolt-, -Ice Blast- and -Glacial Spike-. As well as an elevated domain of the -Cold Mastery-.
It is not as powerful -Blizzard- as the -Frozen Orb, as the latter concentrates its power and Blizzard deals damage to a large area.
Mana consumption for Blizzard depends on its size. But seeing the infernal army being engulfed by a storm of ice spears falling from the sky, it's an attack of at least a kiloter.
The mana required is so much that it would take hundreds of mages to cast this type of Blizzard, but for Christel it was only 10% of his mana, not counting his reserves like the mysterious energy within his or his high vitality.
"Only ten percent of my energy makes such a big storm? The qualitative change thanks to the Flowing Spring in the magical energy is great. And not all the energy I inject into the storm has been refined by the new cultivation thod."
Only this storm has defeated the Fallen and other hellish creatures instantly. But the goat-n can hardly survive, and the strongest beings have been nothing but colds.
The storm lasted only five seconds, but it still took another three to four seconds for the last ice lances ford on the heights to fall.
"It's ti for the second anti-army magic. {Resurrection}"
Christel raised his hands to the sky as he was protected by six beautiful pink-haired girls from the front. The little scarlet red doll next to Christel was no longer there.
A gray mist began to flow from Christel's hands, with lighter tones and darker tones at tis. Exchanging in bursts and heartbeats of light.
Then, in the air of the infernal army, the creatures that had fallen dead pierced by ice spears, so exploded in an explosion of flesh rising a skeleton, and others simply revived and stood up.
The revived skeletons and infernal creatures began to attack their olds, from a few seconds ago, comrade. And a large part of the army ca to an abrupt halt in its march.
Most of these beings that beca skeletons or rose up, were devoid of blood and the scarlet stains on the ground began to disappear.
From the mont of the first attack, so leaders and commanders of the infernal army had already noticed the girls on the riverbank.
Grunts and voices that would give anyone a chill on their back if they heard them began to be heard apart from the combat cries.
"It seems that they found ..."
Although Christel doesn't speak hell language, he knows that those special grunts carried information, and many red and black eyes landed on him.
Then many goat-n began to raise their two-handed axes, as well as mallets and spears, and charged Christel.
"... It's ti to fight~" Christel and his six copies of pink-haired girls golem-clay began to rush to the front to warmly welco visitors from another dinsional plane.
"{Bones Wall}, { Bones Prison} {Corpse Explosion} hahahaha~"
While Christel ran, and laughed. He began casting spells to control the land, as well as causing corpses to explode in areas where hellish creatures clustered, and throwing teeth in all directions where hellish beings exist.
The basic spell -Teeth- of the necromantic branch -Poison and Bone- Christel has perfected, with the gentle waving of his feminine hand, a large number of ethereal white projectiles shoot out like rain.
From ti to ti, 2–3-ter bone spears shoot out like missiles, impaling large enemies.
"I shouldn't be having fun..." Christel was almost surrounded by enemies, but he danced between attacks from spears, arrows, axes, and swords. As well as magical attacks.
But at every mont Christel kept a smile, his clothes fluttering in the air, as well as his long golden hair.
Suddenly, an infernal lizard-type creature appeared behind a group of goatn. Its scaly skin is purple with a pair of horns atop its huge head.
"I hope you don't get bitten by my -Hellhound-, -Fouldog- -Pitspawn- bite her..." Christel heard a soft, familiar voice.
Christel turned to the side and saw a beautiful young woman in a Novice dress, but red and short, showing mid-leg and calves, as well as a neckline that shows a hellish abyss that many n would like to fall and die.
"Lani! If you don't want to be bitten by your dog, why do you tell to bite !?"
Christel jumped back as he threw a frost nova.
The nova froze and broke so nearby goat-n, and struck the Tainted who had jumped to attack Christel.
But the frost nova, apart from physically hitting the Hellhound, didn't even catch a cold.
"Tks~" Christel grimaced the hell creature and recognized it.
'The Tainted are abominable creatures, cold-blooded demons with reptilian features and disproportionate heads, whose bodies burn with the innate energy of lightning. Though his gait is clumsy and his movents slow, don't underestimate his strength: a single blow from his electrified claws can leave even the most hardened warrior paralyzed and scorched. Their skin absorbs damage like a lightning rod, and their anger only grows when they are cornered...
But the real danger arises when they retreat. Wounded, they unleash orbs of pure electricity that seek out their enemies with a thirst for vengeance. Worse, so murmur that they can exhale the very breath of the stormforge, turning the air into a killing field.
They are not direct creations of the Three Evils, although the most powerful specins show clear signs of their corrupting influence. Interestingly, the Khazra of the Moonclan—those brutal goats—learned to herd them in the depths of Hell, using their own lightning resistance to avoid being struck down by their captives.
If you co across them, rember: distance is your ally, but even that won't save you if they raise their storm-laden hands."
— Deckard Cain (Bestiary of the Infernal Realms)
My mory has cleared beyond the human limit, with just a glance I can rember the books of old Deckard Cain'
Christel Smile.
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