Reincarnated as a World

Ch.311 Unique Techniques

“INGIDA! NOOO!”

“RASHKAAAAAA!”

“MIRON!!!!”

“KILL THEM! KILL THEM!!!”

Osmont, the Supreme Dragon of Fire, felt his temperature drop as heard the cries that were a result of his blunder. The enemy side had released a heavily charged fire attack that he had taken upon himself to defend against. He had used his innate skill [Bloom] that was - on the surface - a regular fireball technique that was smaller and more spheric than it should be, but in reality, it was a heavily compressed ball of fire that would become a nightmare on impact, revealing its true form and laying waste to its surroundings.

This was the best technique to defend against other magic projectiles whilst they were still far away because both attacks would explode against each other harmlessly. Ordinary techniques would not cut it. If a regular magic projectile tried to intercept another one, the stronger one would just go through the other and the weaker one would dissipate. But special techniques like Bloom had the focused property of detonating itself and everything else around it.

Like this, he had saved many lives that could have been flattened if it wasn’t for his timely Bloom’s, but this time, he had encountered an unexpected scenario.

When Bloom collided with the enemy’s attack it had exploded itself and the attack as intended, but instead of things ending there, the enemy attack had split into smaller pieces (pieces which has still been big by normal standards) and continued their path to his allies below.

Before his stunned eyes, explosion after explosion claimed life after life, and the friends of those now-deceased (or heavily injured) were screaming with fury or fear.

Osmont gritted his teeth and looked up at the enemy attacker.

It was a creature that he had never seen before. The Corrupted Continent really lived up to its name even without Envy’s influence with how many Monsters there were. This Monster in particular was very ugly.

It was shaped like a huge slug but instead of soft slimy flesh, it had a black segmented carapace that looked durable even from this distance. It had wings of some kind on its back that were flapping so quickly that he couldn’t see their form, there were 6 spindly legs drooping from its underbelly that were triple the length of its body, and lastly, it had 1 huge giant eyeball occupying its entire face. Apart from the small white pupil in the middle, the rest of the entire eyeball was flat green. There were also some green markings on its carapace that made it all too apparent that this creature was afflicted by Envy.

Osmont would have never expected such an unassuming creature to have such a unique technique, and this oversight had led to the loss of lives. Monsters made it all too easy to tell when they made a kill and not just an injury because the victim would slowly disintegrate into ashes, and shortly afterwards, a red energy called Killing Essence would rise from said-ashes and fly into the killer. This was the way Monsters cultivated.

The Killing Essence was the source of their cultivation, unlike Magical Energy which almost everyone else relied on, and it was probably the biggest reason Monsters had been hunted to extinction on the Fortissimum Continent.

The method of cultivating by killing was a lot more efficient than cultivating by eating and it even seemed to grant greater strength, not to mention the startling boost to Killing Intent it granted. The only downside that it had was that it was incompatible with Elements. There were only a few like this creature that could actually use the power of fire, earth, water and the like. The rest of them could only use the standard version to enhance their bodies.

However, when they did have access to the elements it was also enhanced. Their Killing Essence variation of fire was stronger than regular fire powered by Magical Energy, and he had already taken that into consideration when using Bloom. But who would have thought that the ugly thing would be able to split its attack like that?

…And why oh why was it staring at him like? Did it think that it was safe from him? Osmont could practically feel the disregard that the freak of a creature had for him in its cold, unblinking eye, and his anger rose.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He snorted out a puff of smoke before flying forward. But before he could do anything, a voice entered his mind.

=Calm yourself, Osmont.= It was the voice of his King, the Crystal Dragon King.

Osmont took a moment to do just as he was instructed before blatantly lying. =What do you mean, my King? I am as calm as ever.=

There was a pause, and then an amused voice replied =And I am sure your scales are also as blue as ever= It took a certain level of skill to convey emotions in telepathic speech but of course the King was capable.

=Of course, my King.= Osmont replied, feeling slightly better with the light banter.

=Great, now get your blue scaled rump back on task. Keep defending, keep looking harmless. It’s almost time for us to- actually wait. If you immediately retreat after moving forward like this, it might look suspicious. Send one good attack and then return. Not a scary one though, just a standard.=

=With pleasure, my King.= Osmont responded as he chucked aloud.

Although he had paused to converse with his King, it shouldn’t have aroused suspicion. He manipulated his mana to prepare his attack.

He opened his mouth wide and shot out a gigantic ball of flames after pretending to charge it up. An insignificant skill like this didn’t need to be charged. He spent more effort resisting the urge to increase its projectile speed to a point where it would become a big problem for the other side and consequently attract more attention.

He really, really wanted to kill that creature though. Maybe it would fail to defend? He could only hope.

No matter what, he would never ruin the plans that Gaia herself had come up with. Besides, in the next phase, even if he couldn’t kill the creature now, he would have a very, very good chance of doing it then.

‘All according to the will of Gaia.’ He thought reverently.