PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER Chapter 158

158 Chapter 158 The Art of Explosion

Minutes passed, but nothing ca out of the cave as Sasha and Desmond had hoped, the only thing that emanated from the cave was that sa necrotic and corrupt miasma that they had felt since they entered the area; it was just that its presence was more intense and so effort was required to resist the constant corruption of the miasma.

′′ Do you feel it too? ′′ Sasha asked as she looked at him as he wandered around the area.

′′ Yes, the miasma not only prevents from absorbing mana from the environnt, but it is also costing mana to suppress corruption; we can’t stay long. ′′ Desmond replied with a serious expression as he approached the entrance of the cave.

′′ Are you planning to go in? ′′ Sasha’s surprised voice stopped Desmond in his place.

′′ get in? Of course not, no matter how you see it, the cave looks suspicious as hell, it practically has trapped, co and die please written at the entrance; I am not going to enter... I have a different idea. ′′ Desmond not only shook his head but also his arms, all his behavior said that he really would not enter that cave even if he is dead.

And who could bla him? Nobody in his holy judgnt would go to such a suspicious place unless they had a death wish or believed that his protagonist aura would save their butt, And it so happens that Desmond was neither of those cases.

′′ then what do you want to do? ′′ Sasha asked quite confused at the idea of ??fighting what is inside the cave without entering the cave.

At the question, Desmond took out two barrels that were extrely similar to Sasha, before Sasha even asked what is going on, she saw Desmond use his daggers to pierce the barrels on the side causing the oil in them to leak continuously.

Once both barrels were pierced, Desmond gave both of them a pirate-style kick and rolled the barrels downhill through the cave entrance; in that sense, Desmond was grateful the cave was dug down or this plan would have gone to hell for a pretty stupid reason.

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Soon both Sasha and Desmond lost sight of the barrels, but they could still hear them lowered and occasionally hit so rocks in their path, at so point the barrels stopped being heard and Desmond waited at least a second before doing sothing that stopped Sasha with her mouth open.

′′ You know a great character once said that explosions are an art. I never understood it, but at least I know that sotis blowing your problems to pieces is quite practical. ′′ Desmond exclaid with an expression of mischievous amusent when with a snap of his fingers a small fla fell on the puddle of oil that spilled when he opened the barrels.

The fire spread like a snake that slides on the ground leaving behind a burning trail that allowed the couple to look into the cave, seconds passed and when they both thought that sothing had gone wrong; a powerful reverberant explosion from the depths of the cave expelled a pressurized fla at the exit of it.

Sasha and Desmond who had retreated as soon as they heard the explosion still managed to feel the heat of the fla emitted from the cave, the heat had not yet left the environnt when a powerful roar of anger ca out of the cave.

′′ WHO DARES? I’m GOING TO RIP YOUR FLESH OUT OF YOUR BONES, DRINK YOUR BLOOD, AND MAKE A CHAIR WITH YOUR HUMAN DAMNED BONES. ′′

′′ Do you think we make soone angry? ′′ Desmond asked Sasha with a certain degree of mocking as if he wasn′t even a little bit disturbed by the previous roar.

Not that Desmond was surprised, he had long ago deduced that the entity in the forest possessed a significant amount of intelligence given the behavior of the corrupt beasts that should be nothing more than mindless puppets but still acted with clear coordination and planning in their movents; Adding to that what little he had learned through the analysis function, Desmond guessed that whatever was at the bottom of the cave was so kind of necromancer or the sothing like it.

It must be said that Desmond was quite insightful in that regard, even until now the people in the city of Kalrá still believed that this was a curse of so kind or that the forest had been contaminated by evil or chaotic sources of energy.

Of course, they couldn’t be blad for this, as there had been so cases in the past where such things happened and they were sohow similar to the situation in the witch’s forest. But since Desmond was unaware that such a thing was possible, his train of thought set off on a totally different path from the beginning.

It was also because Desmond had heard of necromancers in the past, not only did they appear in fantasy novels, but there had even been a case in Desmond’s world where an Esper with the ability to control the dead caused an incident quite tragic in a country in South Arica.

Ultimately, from the mont Desmond saw the cave, he had decided not to directly fight an entity with such abilities, even with his scant knowledge of video gas Desmond knew one thing in particular about necromancers: They are extrely lethal and They specialize in murdering others of their own kind.

That is why Desmond did not hesitate for a mont to release the pyromaniac inside him and turn the cave into a burning hell, it was a pity that the thing inside the cave seed to survive the flas.

When Desmond and Sasha observed the cave once more, they noticed a strange phenonon, it was as if tendrils made of that corrupt miasma were wrapped around the flas suffocating them, little by little all the fire in the cave was extinguished; but it was not so easy for the entity in the cave as the miasma had visibly decreased.

Soon grotesque sounds erged from the cave, it was similar to hearing bones fracture continuously, footsteps could also be heard in the distance, at that point it beca a no-brainer that Desmond had angered so much the monster in the cave that it went out to eliminate him with its own hands.

How could Desmond know that at the end of the cave was the bedroom where the necrotic being rested and had been waiting for him with a small army of high-level corrupt beasts; it was a pack of ethereal shadow wolves, a type of beast of significant strength, but small in size that lived in packs.

If Desmond and Sasha had entered the cave they would have been quickly overwheld by these fast and deadly necrotic beasts, and it was unknown if they would survive the initial ambush, and even so, they would still have to face beasts from all sides while being attacked by the necrotic entity.

The necrotic entity believed that it had everything under its control and that it would soon turn these two annoyances into its most powerful undead generals; thus his power would increase once more and he would soon turn the entire forest into his territory.

As soon as he had the forest’s resources at his disposal, he would erge to the world once more leading an invincible army of corrupted beasts and the world would rember the nightmare that was once the great necromancer Araszh.

The millennial necromancer never hoped that Desmond wasn’t like the heroes of yesteryear who faced danger fearlessly going straight into death traps, but again, who can bla Desmond? If there was a heroes watchdog agency in the world. they might say that this reckless attitude was the reason why less than 1% of people who believed themselves to be heroes lived long enough to beco one. . . and yet many of their legends ended with them dead in death traps, evil sches, or poisoning.

Being honest. . . heroes tend to be a bit stupid, it was the few smart heroes throughout history who had kept the world from going to hell; As for Desmond? He didn’t even consider himself a hero in the first place.