[Bone Dragon]
[Mythical Beast – level 50]
[Battle Power – Undefined]
Like a mirage, the creature was still forming in front of his eyes, its pure white bone flickered in the low light.
At a time like this, Emery wished Klea was still among them, as she would most probably know some information about the creature standing in front of them.
All Emery could gather from his class was mostly the creature’s name and classification, nothing else.
Within the magus academy elite class, he was taught there are four types of beasts: Normal Beasts, Mutated Beasts, Magical Beasts and, finally, Mythical Beasts.
Not only was this creature the top rank among beasts, it was also within the top classification of its species: a dragon. It was no wonder that when Emery stared at the acolytes around the room, both those from the elite and privileged class were staring at the creature with clear anxiety in their eyes.
This was merely facing the thing in a virtual room, and everyone was already trembling in fear. If it was a real battle with lives at stake, perhaps none of the acolytes would dare to still stand in front of it.
As Emery glanced at Chumo, he saw that the Asian prince was clutching one of his eyes tightly. It appeared that using his [Eye of Raven] skill on the creature such as this was painful for him.
Feeling his stare, Chumo grimaced and said. “I can’t get a lock on it, Emery. I need a bit more time.”
Considering Chumo was also unable to help, Emery glanced at Gerri and Ivar, asking whether they knew any information about the creature in front of them.
“You mean that ‘spiky’ there? you dont know what that thing is?”
“No Gerri, tell us what is it? how to defeat it”
Gerri answered confidently “Nope… no idea… but that creature is dope!”
Igor standing next to him nodded in agreement
“….”
Emery stared at them, everything he wanted to say drowned out by his bewilderment. It appears asking the two about it would be a futile endeavor, he decided to ignore the two and focus on the threat in front of him instead.
The dragon has almost completely formed, a sign they were running out of time. Emery forced himself to think, to find any possible way to defeat such a monster.
In the cavern, he saw there were 6 or 7 other teams apart from his and Gerri’s, all of them separated in the corners of the caves.
He recognized one of them as Roran Harlight’s team. From the looks of it, he was supposed to have another team member from the privileged acolyte class, however, Emery could only see Alara, his subordinate.
Not far away from them was the Nephilim team led by Armand, the arrogant Nephilim he faced before, and Annara, the disciple of Grand Magus Zenonia. They both were a full three privileged acolyte team.
Meanwhile, in another corner, Anas of the Kaleos team was staring at the dragon alongside a hulking brown-skinned acolyte from the privileged class.
Then, next to them, Micah and Orycon could be seen, each accompanied by one privileged acolyte.
As for the last person, Emery couldn’t really say whether he could classify as a team, as there was only one man left: Lodos. The entire time, the maniac stood not too far from Emery, glaring at him.
From his glare, it was clear, the acolyte was still looking at him with anger.
Emery decided to shake his head and not dignify the acolyte with a response. That guy was still full of hate, as if the losses he suffered merely added fuel to his burning anger.
If he remembered correctly, the maniac had a group with 8 normal class acolytes, and now none of them were left. Emery could imagine just what the guy had done to those poor acolytes.
“Emery get ready! Any second now!” Gerri shouted, snapping him out of his reverie.
The dragon had ‘undefined’ under its battle power. It meant, Emery could not afford to be careless. He quickly cast the maximum [Immortal Gate] level he could use, along with the first stage of [Fey Transformation] skill.
Right as fur engulfed his body, the dragon was finally formed. The moment it did, it opened its maw and roared.
Rrrrrooooaaaarrrr!
The roar was so powerful it hurt their ears, shook the ground they were standing on and somehow made their spirit core tremble.
A deep primordial fear stabbed their hearts. Emery took a step back while raising his sword.
The maniac, however, laughed seeing his posture.
“Hahahaha, you all cowards!! That thing is not even magical! Now you shall see the power of my gravity spells.”
Lodos dashed a few steps forward and used both hands to cast tier 5 spells [Gravitational Pressure] on the dragon. Emery has tasted the power of this spell before. It sure was powerful but he doubted such a spell could stop teh dragon.
However, to his and everyone’s surprise, the massive creature stopped in its tracks, as if held by invisible chains.
“Hahaha the heavier my opponent the stronger my spell is… and the more pain you will receive! Hahaha!”
Lodos was still cackling mad, but his action quickly awed a few of the acolytes watching the spectacle.
Gerri was one of those who stared in awe. “Ah, so apparently the dragon only looks scary, but has no real bite!”
The violet flame Gerri seemed unable to miss such a chance to show off. He quickly engulfed himself with his signature violet flames and was about to jump in with his strongest fire spell.
However, a second later, the supposedly bound dragon roar and the ground shook as the dragon released himself from Lodos’ spell and dashed with an unimaginable speed toward the startled maniac.
“What the fuck!! No!! it can’t be!! No….”
Lodos face instantly turns pale, he quickly turns toward Emery. His terrified face was the last thing on sight before the dragon that was just behind him opened its massive maw and bite his body into two.
Everyone could hear the dragon chew on the maniac bones before his corpse slowly turned into motes of light and disappeared.
[Total number of acolytes: 18/692]
Looking at such horror, Gerri’s flaming violet cloak quickly shut off with a hiss, as if water was poured over it.
The acolyte known as the Violet Flame stared at Emery right in the eyes and said.
“We are all going to die here!”
[Bone Dragon]
[Mythical Beast – level 50]
[Battle Power – Undefined]
Like a mirage, the creature was still forming in front of his eyes, its pure white bone flickered in the low light.
At a time like this, Emery wished Klea was still among them, as she would most probably know some information about the creature standing in front of them.
All Emery could gather from his class was mostly the creature’s name and classification, nothing else.
Within the magus academy elite class, he was taught there are four types of beasts: Normal Beasts, Mutated Beasts, Magical Beasts and, finally, Mythical Beasts.
Not only was this creature the top rank among beasts, it was also within the top classification of its species: a dragon. It was no wonder that when Emery stared at the acolytes around the room, both those from the elite and privileged class were staring at the creature with clear anxiety in their eyes.
This was merely facing the thing in a virtual room, and everyone was already trembling in fear. If it was a real battle with lives at stake, perhaps none of the acolytes would dare to still stand in front of it.
As Emery glanced at Chumo, he saw that the Asian prince was clutching one of his eyes tightly. It appeared that using his [Eye of Raven] skill on the creature such as this was painful for him.
Feeling his stare, Chumo grimaced and said. “I can’t get a lock on it, Emery. I need a bit more time.”
Considering Chumo was also unable to help, Emery glanced at Gerri and Ivar, asking whether they knew any information about the creature in front of them.
“You mean that ‘spiky’ there? you dont know what that thing is?”
“No Gerri, tell us what is it? how to defeat it”
Gerri answered confidently “Nope… no idea… but that creature is dope!”
Igor standing next to him nodded in agreement
“….”
Emery stared at them, everything he wanted to say drowned out by his bewilderment. It appears asking the two about it would be a futile endeavor, he decided to ignore the two and focus on the threat in front of him instead.
The dragon has almost completely formed, a sign they were running out of time. Emery forced himself to think, to find any possible way to defeat such a monster.
In the cavern, he saw there were 6 or 7 other teams apart from his and Gerri’s, all of them separated in the corners of the caves.
He recognized one of them as Roran Harlight’s team. From the looks of it, he was supposed to have another team member from the privileged acolyte class, however, Emery could only see Alara, his subordinate.
Not far away from them was the Nephilim team led by Armand, the arrogant Nephilim he faced before, and Annara, the disciple of Grand Magus Zenonia. They both were a full three privileged acolyte team.
Meanwhile, in another corner, Anas of the Kaleos team was staring at the dragon alongside a hulking brown-skinned acolyte from the privileged class.
Then, next to them, Micah and Orycon could be seen, each accompanied by one privileged acolyte.
As for the last person, Emery couldn’t really say whether he could classify as a team, as there was only one man left: Lodos. The entire time, the maniac stood not too far from Emery, glaring at him.
From his glare, it was clear, the acolyte was still looking at him with anger.
Emery decided to shake his head and not dignify the acolyte with a response. That guy was still full of hate, as if the losses he suffered merely added fuel to his burning anger.
If he remembered correctly, the maniac had a group with 8 normal class acolytes, and now none of them were left. Emery could imagine just what the guy had done to those poor acolytes.
“Emery get ready! Any second now!” Gerri shouted, snapping him out of his reverie.
The dragon had ‘undefined’ under its battle power. It meant, Emery could not afford to be careless. He quickly cast the maximum [Immortal Gate] level he could use, along with the first stage of [Fey Transformation] skill.
Right as fur engulfed his body, the dragon was finally formed. The moment it did, it opened its maw and roared.
Rrrrrooooaaaarrrr!
The roar was so powerful it hurt their ears, shook the ground they were standing on and somehow made their spirit core tremble.
A deep primordial fear stabbed their hearts. Emery took a step back while raising his sword.
The maniac, however, laughed seeing his posture.
“Hahahaha, you all cowards!! That thing is not even magical! Now you shall see the power of my gravity spells.”
Lodos dashed a few steps forward and used both hands to cast tier 5 spells [Gravitational Pressure] on the dragon. Emery has tasted the power of this spell before. It sure was powerful but he doubted such a spell could stop teh dragon.
However, to his and everyone’s surprise, the massive creature stopped in its tracks, as if held by invisible chains.
“Hahaha the heavier my opponent the stronger my spell is… and the more pain you will receive! Hahaha!”
Lodos was still cackling mad, but his action quickly awed a few of the acolytes watching the spectacle.
Gerri was one of those who stared in awe. “Ah, so apparently the dragon only looks scary, but has no real bite!”
The violet flame Gerri seemed unable to miss such a chance to show off. He quickly engulfed himself with his signature violet flames and was about to jump in with his strongest fire spell.
However, a second later, the supposedly bound dragon roar and the ground shook as the dragon released himself from Lodos’ spell and dashed with an unimaginable speed toward the startled maniac.
“What the fuck!! No!! it can’t be!! No….”
Lodos face instantly turns pale, he quickly turns toward Emery. His terrified face was the last thing on sight before the dragon that was just behind him opened its massive maw and bite his body into two.
Everyone could hear the dragon chew on the maniac bones before his corpse slowly turned into motes of light and disappeared.
[Total number of acolytes: 18/692]
Looking at such horror, Gerri’s flaming violet cloak quickly shut off with a hiss, as if water was poured over it.
The acolyte known as the Violet Flame stared at Emery right in the eyes and said.
“We are all going to die here!”
