Chapter 300 Bloodhand Butcher
The fight deep in the woods wasn’t the only battle.
A massive elementium explosion erupted in the camp as well.
The sudden tide of elementium ravaged everything around it. The temporary camp was destroyed and turned into an expanse of elementium. Even Greem felt the destructive aura from a distance.
Through the soul contract, he ascertained that Alice and Snox were still alive. They were frantically running away from the destruction. However, were there people chasing after them? Would they be able to escape the pursuit of an adept?
He had no answers to these questions!
If he wanted to rescue them, he first needed to defeat the ursed adept before him– Bloodhand Butcher.
In the time that Greem hesitated, the Infernal Tyrant had already shed with the Butcher.
The Tyrant’s massive body of mes had been shed several times while in the sea of fire. The ferocious mes that ravaged everywhere had also burned the Butcher. He screamed in pain as the longsword in his hand started to heat up from the mes. Soon, the sword had turned into a bright red piece of iron.
Even more crimson energies emanated from the Butcher’s resilient body. They enveloped him and prevented him from being reduced to ashes by the mes. However, this protection wouldn’tst for long. He had to crush this elementium being as soon as possible, or the crude crimson barrier he had just erected would eventually be breached.
The crimson energies extended towards his sword, giving it powerful corrosive powers. Every sh of the sword delivered tremendous damage to the Tyrant.
Often, the Butcher had to rely on his swift footsteps to move about and dodge the violent fire spellsunched in his direction. He felt a stinging pain whenever one of those terrifying elementium fireballs exploded nearby.
Was it 130 points, or 140 points?
Without an urate measurement, the Butcher had no idea how powerful the attacks were. He didn’t want to know either. The only thing he needed to know was that he had to dodge whenever the me humanoid directed its palms at him. He wasn’t confident that his Physique could endure that sort of explosion if he was ever hit by the fireballs!
He had already found out about the target’s fearsome elementium golem through the information provided to him, but the strength of the golem had clearly gone beyond his expectations.
As a body-refining adept with 17 points in Physique, the Bloodhand Butcher had a shocking amount of physical and magical resistance. He even rivaled some of the beefier and defensive magical creatures in the wild. He easily took on attacks below 60 points of damage even without the crimson armor he wore.
This meant that a group of apprentice adepts had absolutely no way chance of harming him, even if he waspletely unarmed. In fact, he could endure all of their blows, charge at them, and use his massive sword to crush them like bugs.
Even so, the Bloodhand Butcher didn’t dare take a fireball from the golem head on. He had a feeling. If he was hit by the fireballs, it would definitely do serious damage.
His instincts were fairly urate.
The data disyed in Greem’s mind. Every single spell the Tyrant cast reached a shocking 150 points. This was far above the highest limits that ordinary adepts could reach!
The human body was undoubtedly the weakest among all creatures that had ess to supernatural powers. Consequently, the concentration of elementium that could be stored and umted within a fixed area of their flesh and blood was significantly lower than magical creatures.
This was reflected in their spells. The strength of an adept’s elementium attacks was limited by the strength of their bodies and several other factors. It was virtually impossible for their spells and attacks to be as concentrated and savage as a magical creature’s.
This was why Greem’s attack was no stronger than 115 points, despite having undergone elementiumization of his body, as well as having chosen me mastery. The Infernal Tyrant was a powerful elementium golem indeed. Its Second Grade summoning core was above its own personal Grade. While it might not have the body to fully exhibit the power of such a core, the spells that it cast were unbelievably terrifying.
150 points!
This was enough to kill some ordinary adepts in a single shot!
Greem endured the throbbing pain from his chest and straightened his body. He tried to sense themotion in the distance.
Alice waspletely out of breath from running, but she still took what time she had to send a warning to Greem. It wasn’t an adept that attacked the camp, but two.
If Greem included the body-refining adept with him, the number of adepts after his life had reached a total of three!
And he was no more than a newly advanced adept!
Greem had a clear idea of the opponent’s strategy.
The body-refining adept would stall him, while the other two adepts would kill his servants. The three of them would then surround Greem and exterminate him!
It seemed that the opponent had no intention of letting any news of the incident escape to the outside world. This was why they were willing to let go of their dignity as adepts and chase after his servants.
If that was the case, there was no longer a need to hesitate. Killing this body-refining adept before the other two arrived was his only way out of this predicament.
Greem lifted his head and looked at the crimson man dashing around the Tyrant. He uttered several arcane sybles as he pointed at the enemy. The mes around the crimson silhouette quickly gathered together. All of a sudden, a strange chain of mes materialized and wrapped around the Butcher’s body.
This chain only dealt 15 points of physical damage and 5 points of elementium fire damage. It waspletely insignificant to a body-refining adept with 17 points of Physique and 14 points of Strength. He only needed to exert a little force to shatter the chains. However, a towering pir of me had exploded beneath the Bloodhand Butcher in the short moment it took him to break free.
An expression of fear appeared on his wicked face. The ferocious crimson energies exploded, instantly shattering what was left of his restraints while dispersing the fire pir. He kicked the ground and barely escaped before the mes gathered together once more. Deep imprints of his feet had been baked into the scorched earth.
He didn’t even have any time to take a breath. Fireballs from both the Tyrant and Greem flew towards him, one from the left and the other from the right.
The Bloodhand Butcher’s face fell. He quickly sped up and dashed across the field of fire. Only a faint crimson afterimage was left where he had just been. The fireballs continuously exploded behind him as he ran. A few trees creaked and copsed in each of the explosions.
Dirt was even raining down on him after being sent flying by the explosions!
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
The Bloodhand Butcher cursed again and again. He was so mad he could feel his lungs burning with rage.
The ursed target was standing twenty meters away from his golem. The two of them unceasinglyunched their fire spells at him. Every time he tried close the distance, he would be greeted by a barrage of Explosive and Magma Fireballs.
Moreover, the two Rings of Fire they activated had ovepped. Consequently, the Butcher had to deal with 30 points of fire damage every second, even while he dodged at high speeds. The damage might not have been much to his tough body, but the heat could still ignite the clothes he had on.
If it wasn’t for his crimson armor, he would practically have been running nude at this point!
He was a body-refining adept after all. Speed was not his proficiency. His main method of attack was through the use of his two-handed longsword imbued with corrosive blood energies. If the opponent kept him at a distance, the only thing he could do was passively endure their blows.
Wuuuu. He heard a sharp whistling.
A broken tree trunk sailed through the air towards Greem.
t was blown to bits by a Magma Fireball while it was still in the air, exploding into debris and sparks.
The next second, a one-meter-wide stone flew at Greem again.
That was also reduced to pebbles by the fireballs in the air.
Greem pivoted and lifted his hands. A Magma Fireball he had been charging up shot out like a bullet.
The flickering sea of mes was suddenly blown apart as the Bloodhand Butcher charged out of the fire with his sword in hand. A crimson sh chopped the enhanced Magma Fireball top pieces before it could explode. The roilingva within it was sted away as well.
The Butcher let out a yell that shook the ground and the skies. The blood energies circting around his body increased in intensity as the sword in his hand became a curtain of shes slicing at Greem.
In ordinary circumstances, Greem would probably have leaped away with a Fire Teleportation.
His Physique was decent as well, but entering a melee with a professional body-refining adept was a suicidal act.
However, the battle today was a dangerous one. If this dragged on any longer, he would be surrounded by three adepts. That would be the end of him. Greem didn’t run when faced with the menacing sword array flying towards him. He made a circle with his arms and a terrifying stream of meposed of extremely concentrated fire elementium surged towards the enemy.
Pu!
The rain of cuts that spun like a top didn’t stop at all. They shed against the stream of fire and forced their way upstream. Bit by bit, they were pressing towards Greem’s body. The red me stream was split into two before the spinning sword, flowing harmlessly to either side.
There were less than ten meters between the two now. Not a single obstacle stood between them besides the flood of fire.
Both of them were gritting their teeth and hanging on!
The Butcher was trying to break through thisst barrier and use his swift shes to cut the target to pieces. Greem was using every fiber of strength he had to increase the intensity and strength of the me stream to buy time for the Infernal Tyrant. He needed five precious seconds for it tounch a powerful attack.
Szzzzzz.
The edge of the de hade within half a meter of Greem’s fingertips amid the odd sizzling sound of fire shing against steel.
Finally, after five seconds of channeling, the Infernal Tyrant’s spellnded on the Butcher’s body!