The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 136 - 3 Slaying Demons (1)_2
Chapter 136 -3: Slaying Demons (1)_2
Chapter 136 -3: Slaying Demons (1)_2
“No,” Komer shook his head solemnly, “unlike other Magical Beasts, Ogres rarely move once they’ve chosen a suitable habitat unless they encounter natural predators. In general, they don’t migrate.” His Dark Arts abilities had surged, greatly enhancing his Spiritual Sense and, with the help of Perception Magic, he could already sense the presence of Magical Beasts nearby. Komer couldn’t be certain they were Ogres, but he was sure they were not just ordinary Small Warcraft, “I can feel their presence, but it seems they aren’t in our immediate vicinity. We’ll need to search thoroughly.”
Komer’s words startled Ilot, who became instantly vigilant. Last time, it was only with the aid of a Magic Scroll that they had managed to escape. Before setting out this time, Ilot had specially requested that Komer prepare several powerful yet convenient traditional Magic Scrolls for him, hoping that in the event of another Attack, should he find himself unable to defend, these cost-effective Magic Scrolls could once again provide an escape. He had grown increasingly confident in his Boss, and when Komer carefully handed over the three Magic Scrolls to him, Ilot carefully placed each one around his waist and the outer side of his thigh, so he could unfold and release the magic as quickly as possible. Facing Highly Dangerous High-Degree Warcraft such as Ogres, Ilot had no intention of taking his life lightly.
Moving swiftly through the gaps between the bushes on the mountainside, an area prone to concealment, Komer and Ilot crossed what was for Komer the most dangerous region. The Magical Beasts could easily use their attributes to hide and wait for an opportunity to launch an Attack on these intruding outsiders, and in such situations, the possibility of a fatal blow was high. Komer’s continuous release of Perception Magic had let him feel the presence of a Magical Beast lurking nearby.
Choosing a relatively flat area as their battleground, Komer subconsciously took a deep breath. Ogres were different from Gray Wolves; they were high-level Magical Beasts with considerable intelligence, capable of assessing situations and selecting their mode of attack. These intelligent Magical Beasts were sometimes even more dangerous than some large Magical Beasts that relied solely on brute strength, especially since they were social creatures. Once they initiated an Attack, it was likely to be a fight to the death.
Feeling the presence of four entities brimming with Magic power stealthily approaching from the left flank, now less than fifty meters away from their position, Komer tightened the Close-fitting Armor he wore. Although stripping it from a Corpse was somewhat uncomfortable, preservation of life took precedence over such feelings. His small-scale Perception Magic enabled his already sharp Spiritual Sense to detect the precise location of Demons within a hundred-meter radius. If the Magic World People of the Continent were aware of this, countless Mages who had dedicated years to honing their Psychic Magic would likely lose sleep over it.
The Demon had closed in to just beyond thirty meters, a very dangerous distance. Komer cast the Light Shield Protection Spell on Ilot, who was standing in front of him. It was a defensive Magic that, although each casting consumed a considerable amount of Magic power and the duration of the Light Shield Protection Spell wasn’t long, could significantly enhance bodily Protective Ability for a short time, similar to the knight’s Fighting Qi, but not as long-lasting.
Ilot, feeling a warming sensation and a sense of buoyancy, knew that danger was imminent; his Boss was fortifying his defenses, a clear sign that peril was approaching. Taking a deep breath, he slightly retracted his right leg, assuming a defensive stance that integrated offense, stared straight ahead, and raised his attention to its peak. The Great Sword, glinting faintly, was already unsheathed, its edge so cold that it seemed to draw in the surrounding air, and one could see the cursed inscriptions etched around the blood groove with a special technique. This was also Komer’s doing; although Ilot was physically robust, the Great Sword was too long and not agile enough, and rather heavy. To reduce Ilot’s stamina consumption in Combat and to increase the speed of his Great Sword attacks, Komer had gone to the trouble of inscribing an ancient Combat Acceleration Spell on Ilot’s Great Sword using a rare Dark Divine Technique after arriving in Bahomon. This spell, also from the Court of the ancient Dark Empire, could, as Kennifer III proudly claimed in his nightmares, offer a continuous effect that could last up to a week, and no one on the Blue Continent knew this assistance speed Magic anymore.
Four demons filled with a dense magic aura from the left flank stopped when they were less than twenty-five meters from Komer and Ylot, who could even use their naked eyes to see the gently swaying branches in the shrubbery. The magical beasts seemed to also sense the strong hostility emanating from Komer’s group, as if they were assessing what category their prey belonged to.
The two parties maintained a deadlock, the four demons slowly splitting into two groups twenty-five meters away, their pace growing increasingly slower. Clearly, these intelligent demons had realized that these two hostile targets were somewhat different from the usual prey they encountered, especially since there was an aura about them that instilled fear.
Komer inwardly cursed, his Spiritual Sense picking up two larger demons stealthily moving towards their front while the other two continued to approach slowly. It seemed these creatures also understood the strategy of splitting forces, and thankfully, he had chosen a flat and open terrain, which allowed him to clearly see the opponents’ movements beforehand. Otherwise, relying solely on Spiritual Sense, the enemy could easily launch an attack from the bushes, and it would be difficult for his side to react in time.
Panting breaths preceded the appearance of two figures nearly three meters tall before Ylot and Komer. This was Komer’s first encounter with such terrifying monsters, and from the two huge breasts hanging in front of them, he deduced that they were female ogres. Their heads, the size of baskets, were covered with hair a foot long, except for the face where it was sparse enough to barely make out the facial features. Their eyes, the size of chicken eggs, gleamed with a purplish-red light, sinisterly watching the two men.
A series of pimple-like things on their flat noses, and mouths as big as washbasins took up half their faces, with large fangs protruding from the corners like miniature tusks. Their arms, extending past their knees, were thick and muscular, and their sharp nails seemed to still bear vague traces of blood. Komer even clearly saw the gland bags under their arms, one of the few vulnerabilities of an ogre, from which an unbearable stench of poison was emitting. Komer had reminded Ylot to avoid attacking the front and instead target this weakness from the side during combat, as it was a relatively easy spot to land a hit.
Without time to think further, Komer chanted softly, his left index finger slightly bent, touching his thumb, as a twist occurred in the space centered around his fingers. Striking first was always his principle. Before the two ogres in front could react, two arcs of electricity were already flashing through the space, striking down with a loud crash. This was the simplest and most practical thunder-based magic—Sky Thunder Break. As long as one had the level of a magician, they typically had the power to cast this spell, which was effective against enemies with strong defenses. This was the first wave of attack Komer launched to test the ogres’ protective abilities.
A crash like the rending of the sky roared above the ogres’ heads. The magic, which had absorbed the thunder elements from the sky, brought a significant impact that immediately made the ogres, who perhaps were experiencing such an attack for the first time, stagger as if about to fall. However, ogres were still ogres, and a single Sky Thunder Break, albeit a strong blow to their heads, did not cause them substantial harm. Their tough skin, naturally resistant to magic, had a strong defense against such common magic, and far from scaring them off, it immediately triggered a towering rage in the two ogres.
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