In a desert region.
It was about to be night once again for Ralph. He had been wandering around the desert region for two days and had spent one whole night and almost two days here.
Ralph’s clothes were in tatters and he appeared to be in a sorry state. His deanor, however, made him appear anything but sorry. He had a calm and serious look on his face as he gazed at the sky above him.
It was about to rain.
Yesterday night, it was so sort of mucus that rained down. The mucus, as soon as it touched the ground, lted the sand. Ralph didn’t know about it but being on guard constantly, he managed to create a barrier around him to protect himself.
He however was still a few seconds late to react and a drop fell on his arm. The mucus didn’t lt Ralph’s hand but instead started eroding it and to stop this process, he had to cut off his arm.
A saving grace for Ralph was that he was from the Lust Family of the demons, only his family had the traits of healing and regeneration among all the other demons, and thanks to that, his hand regenerated back within a few minutes.
Ralph avoided the mucus rain by casting a space barrier around himself. The mucus never touched Ralph and instead fell on the ground. Ralph expended a lot of his spiritual power for keeping the barrier up.
The mucus rain lted the sand all around the desert region and due to it, the ground beca piping hot and emitted a bright red luster, lighting up the entire desert region. This place here resembled like hell, according to Ralph as he saw the darkness of night blending in with the red lustrous brightness of the lted sand.
The mucus rain stopped after a while and so sort of milky white rain fell. This ti, this rain didn’t harm Ralph but it dirtied his clothes and himself. A few minutes passed and Ralph saw the lted sand to have beco shiny transparent glass.
The entire desert region had beco glass. It rained again and changes occurred in the glass. Except for the mucus rain, no other type of rain hard Ralph. But it did cause changes to the environnt.
When it was dayti again, the desert region was back to normal as if nothing happened last night. Had it not been for Ralph’s clothes being in tatters due to that and him having a new arm, even he wouldn’t have believed that such changes took place.
The day had passed with Ralph trying to get out of the desert region but he wasn’t able to. The night was about to arrive once again and Ralph was waiting to see what would happen today.
A few monts passed.
Night dawned but there were no signs of any mucus rain occurring. A few seconds passed and Ralph started hearing so strange noises. In the next instant, Ralph saw the sand below his feet rise and within the next few seconds, the sand rose high up in the air and got mixed with the cloud.
It was reverse raining sand!
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“HAAAAH!” Dennis shouted and slashed his sword at the firakan and protected the cow from getting injured.
One firakan after another was coming towards Dennis and attacking him. The firakans seed to be of a low level and would die with just one or two of his slashes but the problem lay with the fact that there were just too many of them.
If Dennis were to count, he had killed at least two hundred or so firakans, but there seed to be no end to them. The firakans had only three types of attack. One was Ice Spike, which they created by flapping their wings at a fast speed; another was Icy Breath, an attack they did via their mouth and lastly, it was Bite, for which they once again used their mouths.
Dennis had been bitten many tis by the firakans and also took hits from ice spikes. He had to not only fight the firakans, he also had to protect the cow as the cow couldn’t defend well against ice spikes.
However, the cow could kill many firakans in close combat and their icy breath had no effect on it. This helped Dennis a lot and took away a good portion of firakans to fight off him.
Dennis had destruction flas on the blade of his sword from ti to ti and with the help of it, one slash from it would result in the killing of two such monsters. To not get a toll on his body and to have spiritual power recovered and not get depleted totally, Dennis ensured to use spells in a minimal amount.
The firakans were too many and according to his calculations, even if he did use all of his spiritual power, he definitely won’t be able to kill all of them.
Dennis slashed his sword at one firakan after another and charged forward along the slope of the snowy mountains. The cow followed him. While moving forward, Dennis turned his head to look at the cow, but while doing so, his hands didn’t stop slashing at the firakans.
“Oi dumb cow, keep enduring, we are gonna make it. I am gonna have to rely on you a bit. You’re now my…” Dennis paused and grinned.
The cow was hearing everything but currently, it was holding a firakan’s neck with its two limbs and was trying its best to not let it bite. It couldn’t look at Dennis and thus missed looking at his grin.
Dennis could tell that the cow was paying attention to his words and smiled widely knowing it. He slashed his sword once again and after killing a firakan, he said to the cow:
“You’re now my cowmpanion. Hahahahaha!”
Destruction flas spread over Dennis’s sword and he slashed it at one firakan after another killing multiple of them within seconds.
Pui!
The cow pressed the neck of the firakan it was holding tightly and killed it after hearing Dennis’s la pun.
“Moo!” The cow mooed in annoyance and punched a few firakans.
That’s right! How can this guy have the ti to joke at this mont? He should focus fully on defeating the firakans and not slack off!
The duo of one vampire and one cow kept fighting firakans, a species of icy flying monsters, and charged forwards in a snowy mountain range.
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Lith was flying over the glaciers and while doing so, halfway through, he found so footprints of so giant monster. He had no idea whose footprints they were but since he had been doing nothing but cultivating, Lith decided to slay so monsters and warm up for the upcoming main event that was about to occur.
Everything until this point was in no way anything challenging. Whatever the students were going through currently, it was just the academy’s way of having them warm up. There was nothing too challenging for these thirteen-year-olds. The essence of the tournant was yet to co.
The real tournant was yet to begin.
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