Chapter 93: sh Step, Asura!
<strong>[Satar’ Fuv Jeric Level 24]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake clenched his left fist, his right creaking as the earth began to crack between his fingers.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Th-they’re using human shields...?” Harley muttered in disbelief.
<span style="font-weight:400">ire leaned forward over the wooden rail of the guard post, her eyes pointed as she bared her teeth, her fingers wrenching the wood below them.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake met eyes with the Goblin, its disgusting yellowed teeth grinning from green pointed ear to pointed ear, it walking forward ahead of the line of human shields as it locked and kept the re Drake was giving it.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Goblin then unsheathed one, then another medieval-looking short sword, cing it on the struggling human on the block of woods neck.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s aura red, but he was unable to move fear of retaliation for the rest of the human shields.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Goblin noticed Drake’s hesitation and threw its head back in a cackle as it gently pulled the sword across the person’s neck, a river of red pouring out as they struggled more until they limped covered in their own blood.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That bastard! Aren’t you going to do something?!” ire shouted, turning her head to Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If I do anything I could make a mistake and kill any one of those people on those shields,” Drake said through gritted teeth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you do nothing then they will all die! Are you just going to abandon all of them?” she pleaded, “Don’t let them be used by those sick bastards like this! Save them like you saved me!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake felt his body heat up, a feeling he hadn’t encountered since he was fired, a feeling he could only vaguely remember although it was so present in his mind only a few days ago when he was told the truth by Stewart.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hatred.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake saw the Monster move to another woman, tears in her eyes as she looked at the de slowly encroaching on her throat. The tears in her eyes turned to rivers as she vehemently struggled to get away, screaming and kicking the board below her.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Natto..</em><span style="font-weight:400"> He thought, the reluctance but pure determinationing through.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Drake, I am against it. We don’t know what it will do to your psyche!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">she warned.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Goblin took its time slicing the woman’s throat, licking the de as it snickered. Raising one arm and shouting, the line of Goblins moving forward as it moved behind the line and walked in turn a smile on its face as it looked directly into Drake’s eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">The damn that held Drake’s emotions began to rattle, began to crack. He could feel it. But the only emotion leaking through was one of unadulterated seething hate.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">No.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">No more. No more watching as people who I can help, suffer in front of me as I sit and debate the possible consequences. I will go above and beyond. I’ll go beyond what’s needed, what’s expected.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake promised.
<span style="font-weight:400">Pulling out two stones from his inventory holding them in his left hand, he turned to ire.
<span style="font-weight:400">“ire, chant,” he said tersely
<span style="font-weight:400">ire’s eyes turned soft, relief painting her face as she nodded, moving to the rampart as she began chanting.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">The heavens shine brightly down upon thend,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> she started, closing her eyes, as Drake moved next to her, making sure no monster attacked while she was casting, the bright magic circle forming below her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked down at the stones again.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">If I have to break myself, force myself to rebuild from the ground up to do what needs to be done.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, gripping the stones.
<strong>[You wish to consume Skill Stone: Lightning [Rare]</strong>
<strong>[Confirm?]</strong>
<strong>[Yes] [No]</strong>
<strong>[You have learned Skill: Magic Exposure [F Rank]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake felt the potent pulse of power as he consumed the stone. His body rippling in it as he forced the process to stay stable within him, his eyes now up and fixated on the Goblin that lurked behind the line of human shields.
<strong>[You wish to consume, Skill Stone: Oppression [Rare]</strong>
<strong>[Confirm?]</strong>
<strong>[Yes] [No]</strong>
<strong>[You have learned Skill: Tyrant’s Indomitability [F Rank]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">The power of the stone pushed and wormed its way through Drake’s body, the heat merging with the heat of his emotions, the wall not able to withhold as he imagined how he would kill and make the monster suffer with his bare hands.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Then it will be done!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake shouted internally, the damn inside of him breaking, the rapid flooding of his backed-up hatreding full to bear.
<span style="font-weight:400">His eyes shed yellow, his mouth wording a phrase, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Marked.”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">ire continued to cast next to him, as Drake began rapidly going through his own defensive spells.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“But the world will not be protected from the rumbling of my heart!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> ire shouted, the deep timber of thunder sounding.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake cast his own Guardians Reprieve, Unbreakable, and Bulwark in quick session. His body shed in three sessive green-hued lights.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“I call down the rain, I call down the thunder! Be blessed in your fury my people!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> she chanted.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake did not snap his hands this time, but instead pped them, his earthen arm then disintegrating as a light yellow magic circle formed in front of himself a javelin of lightning forming.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m going to save them all. Even if my body breaks. First is <em><span style="font-weight:400">you</em><span style="font-weight:400"> then I <em><span style="font-weight:400">will</em><span style="font-weight:400"> kill that sac of shit King of yours!” Drake shouted, holding the javelin in his left hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">We are the wind of change! We are the storm that crashes upon the world! Storm Caller’s Rising!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">ire howled as the spell finished, and a bolt of lightning crashing to her, as she fell to one knee barely able to stay conscious this time from the exhaustion of the spell.
<strong>[You have been affected by beneficial magic from a party member.]</strong>
<strong>Storm Caller’s Rising is in effect for 30 seconds.</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake instantly chanted his spell, dropping all of his free points into his Dexterity. Bringing it to 250 and over 300 with his essories.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Endowment of Lightning, twofold, sh Step!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake shouted for the first time pushing his Heretical Mind to change his Endowment skill. The javelin in his hand shrank as he felt his status plummet down to half, his body creaking from the intense increase of his statsbined with the new spell, a bead of red falling from the side of his mask, but Drake was not finished.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Water Trifold, Asura!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Drake screamed, as three magic circles formed on his shoulders, two to his right and one behind his left.
<span style="font-weight:400">Three shimmering light blue arms formed and swirled at the base of his shoulders. And moved to hismand, the moment they materialized the fingers sharpened to thin water des.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Goblin Satar’ looked on unperturbed until he saw Drake cast hisst spell, his eyes widening in fear, as he scrambled to get to the nearest human shield.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake gave him no time.
<span style="font-weight:400">From the Rampart Drake shot forward with such speed it looked nearly impossible. He moved from the wall to Satar’ in an instant, the boom of his movement sounding seconds after he had arrived next to the monster.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Fear is binding, Cower,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Drake chanted, his hand on the chest of the monster, the dark inky like smoke moving quickly to its head from Drake’s hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">Satar’s eyes zed over as it began running around wildly, the rest of the Goblins on the front suddenly turning noticing Drake’s appearance.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Five seconds is plenty to kill everyst one of you… Then, I will deal with him,” Drake said coldly, as he flexed his aura, freezing the nearby Goblins for a moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">But that was all it took for Drake to move in a sh through the ranks of their line, bisecting and beheading any monster in his wake. The blocks holding the people fell to the ground gently, their bonds cut by Drake’s multiple water arms.
<span style="font-weight:400">In less than 5 seconds he removed every Goblin besides Satar’ from the ins.
<span style="font-weight:400">Satar’ came out of its stupor with a shake of its head, looking around to a wastnd of his former battalion, its eyes quaking in fear. Quickly turning to the forest, ready to run, but standing there in his way was Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m going to, for the first time in my life. Enjoy watching you suffer as you get what you deserve,” Drake said.
<span style="font-weight:400">With a sh of blue his arm moved, cutting off Satar’ left arm.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster took a moment to notice theck of his appendage, as it gasped and looked to its left. It pulled in a ragged breath as it tried to use a movement skill teleporting to cover within the forest.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake had already marked the monster and immediately moved to it at the same moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You will not find a ce I can not reach you,” Drake muttered frigidly, then chanted another spell, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Atrophy of the Mind,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake chanted, shortening the spell.
<span style="font-weight:400">One of Drake’s arm’s moved again, and the Goblin Satar’ lost his right arm, it moving its head to look at the stump of a shoulder, bbergasted.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s two right arms moved. And Satar’ became half his height as he lost his legs. Then stabbing the monster in its chest with his three water arms. It struggled as blood leaked from its mouth.
<strong>[Beneficial magic: The Stormcaller’s Rising, has expired]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally canceling his Endowment, feeling the ache and pain of the spell going beyond what his body could handle catching up to him.
<span style="font-weight:400">But he ignored it, as his arms turned to ice, slowly freezing over stopping the blood from puncture wounds from running out of the Monster.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake then moved to the middle of the ins casually, Satar’ struggling despite having no arms nor legs.
<span style="font-weight:400">The people Drake had rescued had gathered, their eyes finding the Goblin quickly, scowls painting their expressions.
<span style="font-weight:400">“All of you, go to the outpost,” Drake said his expression emotionless, but his eyes fierce.
<span style="font-weight:400">No one argued this time with Drake, as they felt the aura surrounding him pressing down on them ever so slightly, warning them that it was not a suggestion but an order.
<span style="font-weight:400">Quickly all of the people moved to the gates of the Outpost, as it slowly opened and weed them in. Drake’s party still on the wall of the rampart.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Drake, what are you doing? Kill that monster and move on! This is not like you!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto shouted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” Drake said, throwing the monster as high as he could into the air, its body spinning wildly as it flew upward, “I’m going to send another message, wherever that King is. That this is what’sing for him,” Drake scowled, his three arms melting away as his endowment changed to Ice, his hair glimmering to pure white.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Operation X. Soft me,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Drake whispered, a crimson circle formed at his shoulder, an arm of fire molding to pulse lightly towards the ground as Drake turned making himself perpendicr to the ground, the fire propelling him above it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Hard me,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake said softly, a pulsing me forming in his left hand pointed right at the spinning half-dead corpse of the Monster, the glow of the spells highlighting his hair and tattoo with a reddish tinge.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake dumped everything into the spell in his left hand, the me shimmering to a bright blue, then his new skill changed it further as it was bleached of all color to a bright white me that heat threatened to consume him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Throwing his hand open and forward, Drake aimed right at the sky behind the Monster.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">X-Burner!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake roared.
<span style="font-weight:400">The white pir of fire exploded forward into the sky, engulfing Satar’ as it lit up the entire sky. The spell shone so brightly that the entire area was illuminated in a beautiful horrifying white hue like a nuclear explosion had erupted from the ground and funneled into the sky.
<strong>[You have defeated Goblin General: Satar’ Fuv Jeric Level 24 [F Rank] [Experience Earned and 350,000 TP rewarded]</strong>
<strong>[Congrattions, you have increased to Elemental Miller level 17] [40 Free Points have been awarded]</strong>
<strong>Tyrant’s Indomibility P1(0%) [F Rank]</strong>
<ul>
<li><strong>Your will can not be undone and not be denied. Nothing will impede your rule.</strong></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li><strong>Passive Effect: Any and all External and Internal debuffs will be reduced by 150% effectiveness. (Increased based on Proficiency)</strong></li>
<li><strong>Reduction will only bring effects down to 0 and will not convert said effects to beneficial ones.</strong></li>
</ul>
<strong>Magic Exposure P1(0%) [F Rank]</strong>
<ul>
<li><strong>Lay bare the rules of magic. Strip your enemies of their right to protection through the expertise of your magic.</strong></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li><strong>Passive Effect: Spells and Skills now strip targets of 150% of their Defensive effectiveness. (Increased based on Proficiency)</strong></li>
<li><strong>Effects will bring Defensive effectiveness of those affected into the negative if there is a remaining amount after reaching 0.</strong></li>
<li><strong>Effects can not stack on the same target.</strong></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li><strong>Spells now cost 50% more. (Reduced based on Proficiency)</strong></li>
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