Chapter One Hundred and One: The King is thest one Standing P2.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Marked,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Drake muttered, his hand flicking with a snap as he produced ance and ball of white mes, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">On blessed wings! Guardians Reprieve!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake finished, taking anguid step, the motion shooting him forward, transversing the distance instantly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Both the Goblins flinched as they saw Drake appear nearly instantaneously across the field in front of them, his eyes pointed as they red from blue to yellow to green.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s left hand red to life in a hue of brilliant blue as he thrusted it forward towards the Ranger Goblin.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Goblin tried to move but Drake’s Aura flexed, freezing it momentarily while also destroying at least one of its beneficial magic or skills. This forced the Goblin to ce its bow in front of it in an attempt to block the hand but Drake cared not as his hair, tattoos swiftly changed, cascading in a bright crimson red then vibrant orange glow.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s hand connected with the wood of the bow, a sh of magic sending sparks for a brief moment before Drake’s hand passed through the bow to the widening eyes of surprise of the Goblins. Drake’s hand surged forward and gripped the monster by the throat, mming it to the ground in a crater of earth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Instantly Drake’s hair shimmered back to white as he changed Endowments once again, his jet-ck earthen hand raised above him a red magic circle forming.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Robed Goblin shrieked in fear and began muttering something off to Drake’s side, but he ignored it, his sole focus on the monster in his grip like an animal locked onto prey. Nothing else mattered but killing it now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Oh, Darkness shrouded in light…” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Drake began a red burst of mesing to life in his hand, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Frenzied ze d in night,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the me shimmering to blue as it started to fully form and the mana poured into the spell, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">In the name of the crimson demons, let the copse of thine origin copse!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake felt the impact of a spell hit his shoulder mid cast but he didn’t let it or the notifications prevent him frompleting his spell.
<strong>[Inflicted with Fear of the Forest]</strong>
<strong>[Skill Tyrants Indomitability has nullified Fear of the Forest]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake smiled, his left hand wrenching open the Goblin Ranger’s mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Summon before me the root of thy power hidden within thends of the kingdom of demise!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake roared, the me brightening into brilliant white, as it red to the size of a wildfire, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">My name is Drake Wallen!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the me condensed into a small marble as bright and fierce as the sun.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake mmed the small spell into the Goblin''s mouth, then threw himself backward.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Make sure they know who sent you,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake said smiling behind his mask, onerge enough to reach his eyes. Snapping his fingers as Morning Glory appeared in front of him, his tattoo ring slipping into his inventory as he gripped the staff pointing it at the Ranger, its eyes in horror as smoke sizzled from its charred mouth that had seared shut.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Ex-plosionnnn!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">With the snap of his fingers, Drake’s spell exploded, tearing the Goblin apart limb from limb, piece by piece in a cacophony of thunderous roars and bangs instantly killing the monster.
<span style="font-weight:400">The spell cost Drake a hefty sum of status but he reaped the rewards with a bonus kill.
<strong>[You have subjugated Royal Goblin Knight: Xibric Ru Vixrik Level 26] [Experience Earned, 500,000 TP Earned]</strong>
<strong>[You have subjugated Royal Goblin Knight: Loryr Ru Vixrik Level 26] [Experience Earned, 500,000 TP Earned]</strong>
<strong>[Congrattions! You have increased to Elemental Miller Level 18] [40 Free Stats have been awarded]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Hearing the notification but ignoring it for now, Drakended, thenunched himself forward towards the group, to Chelsea’s side where Theodore, Megan, and the others surrounded her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked on, his eyes frowning as he saw the mess.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her arm had been separated from her shoulder like his, and she was coughing and losing blood quickly.
<span style="font-weight:400">This time having experience with his own injury, he quickly took the severed arm and ced it next to her shoulder, pulling a potion out of his inventory, and uncorking it with his teeth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?!” Megan screamed, her eyes spilling waterfalls as she gripped and wed at his robe.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake let her do as she pleased, she wasn’t strong enough to hurt or stop him either way.
<span style="font-weight:400">He quickly poured the potion onto Chelsea’s wound hoping for the best as he kept a honed watch on the surroundings with his aura sense, making sure nothing would interrupt them.
<span style="font-weight:400">With a quick flex of his will, the firewalls bent, connecting to each other and forming a circle around them.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking down he waited impatiently for the result. Chelsea struggled in pain but still fought as she yelped again, the potion mixing with her blood, slowly seeping into the wound.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her flesh slowly but surely began to mend, allowing him to give a relieved sigh. After several seconds the mending stopped, not fully connecting the arm but enough that it let Drake sear the rest of the flesh, saving her arm and stopping the bleeding.
<span style="font-weight:400">Even against Megan’s fervent screams, he did so. Then looked at Chelsea, her face pale but now more rxed after the ordeal.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake turned to Theodore.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Get them to the outpost. After an hour give her another potion and have Jacqueline look at her. And when she wakes up. Tell her I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect her like I promised..”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My Lord...” Theodore whispered, “This one doth not thinketh-”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake held a hand, and stood up, “When mistakes are made, we must take ountability. I put myself in charge, it’s my fault. I won’t hear otherwise. And for that I’m going to make it right,” Drake said, gripping Morning Glory in his hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s time I broke this bad boy in!” Drake shouted as he stepped to the edge of the ring of fire, with a wave of the staff in an arch the fire blew outward, killing the waiting Goblins in the closer proximity, charring them at their bisected midsections.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Make it there safely Theo, I’m counting on you once again,” Drake ordered, taking another step over the ck line left in the ground from his fire spell.
<span style="font-weight:400">The group quickly rallied behind Theodore and the exit made again by Drake, running forward as fast as they could manage.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake then twirled his staff in his left hand, mming it to the ground, his earthen arm disintegrating as he needed full use of all his spells for the best use of his staff.
<span style="font-weight:400">His hair receded to ck as he canceled his endowment, then five magic circles formed around him. Red, blue, brown, green, and finally yellow as their corresponding magic bloomed to life.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Symphony of Elements!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake shouted, the spells shooting out to the encircling remains of the army the King had brought.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s spells began wreaking havoc upon the Goblins'' Ranks as he looked directly at the King. Its face went from a sneering confidence to a worried scowl.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s Fire Magic threw bullets of piercing white mes through Goblins, ramping up his magic damage with every kill, quickly reaching its max of 20%.
<span style="font-weight:400">To his Water spellshing out like a whip bisecting the soldiers with ease giving him his t mana regeneration with each 20th kill.
<span style="font-weight:400">Next, his earth pirs shot out like barbednces through the Goblinsunching them back into the crowd and piercing through more as they went, giving him his defensive boosts. And then the small air bullets that fired off rapidly in all directions, finding their mark in the foreheads of any Goblin that dared to approach. Drake used it to bide his time, waiting for the 100th kill notification.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the wings his lightning spell crackled, each time his water spells gave him regeneration he quickly dumped it into the spell, the rumbling slowly bing more fierce and pronounced as the lightning began to tinge in a sinister violet color.
<strong>[100th Air Spell Kill Stacked. Next Spell cost reduced by 80%]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">As soon as the notification came in, Drake dropped down to the ground like a sprinter, his staff entering his inventory as his ring appeared in front of him for him to slip on. Drake canceled all of his spells besides the lightning and his water, a small ball of water falling in front of his face, as he bit through itunching himself forward, his hair and tattoo shimmering to blue.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake screeched through the air, traversing the distance to the King quickly, his Lightning spell traveling in cadence with him.
<span style="font-weight:400">He looked the King in its eyes as he closed in, throwing his arm forward to will the spell into action.
<span style="font-weight:400">The King’s face turned again into a snide smile instead of the fear Drake thought it would.
<span style="font-weight:400">Moments before he was able to connect his spell the Goblin with the Kite shield appeared before the King, itsrge metal b of a shield raised in defense.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake didn’t care, as he summoned a blue bottle of liquid in front of him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake roared as he shouted the spell.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Elmekia Lance!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">He poured all of his mana and status that he could, then crunched the Mana Potion in his mouth, ss and all, pouring even more mana into the spear of lightning.
<span style="font-weight:400">The spear a vibrant white with shimmers of violet cascading from the cracklingshes of electricity surged forward as Drake willed it straight into the center of the Goblin’s shield.
<span style="font-weight:400">The shing of spell against shield roared and thundered with a boom that could be heard for miles as the collision kicked up dust, the battle went back and forth between the throngs of lightning and the shield that was painted in the red color of a skill.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake howled and roared as he pushed his will and control of the spell to the limit, pressing his desperate want for the spell to pierce the shield. The Goblin shrieked and screamed in turn against the pressure of the spell.
<span style="font-weight:400">Going back and forth Drake shouted, his Aura flexing to erase the shield''s defensive skill.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Marked!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">The spell began to heat the shield in a red hot vibrant orange and yellow as it melted through the center of it, despite the Goblin screaming in disagreement, its helmet shaking back and forth, fervently trying to deny the situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a long drawn-out second the spell struck gold as it burrowed its way through the Goblin’s armor pushing deep into its chest but somehow not killing it instantly as the notification did note through.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake cursed as he was forced to jump backward, kicking the Shield Goblin into Goblin King Moth, but both Goblins did not survive without injury. The Shield Goblin may not have died but was left mortally wounded. The spell pierced through its shield, armor, and body to strike the side of Goblin King Moth as it singed some of its armor.
<span style="font-weight:400">Forced back and low on status Drake rapidly cycled through his options. He hoped he had bought enough time for the rest of the group to get away from the Goblin army as he released a ragged breath through his mask.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking at the nearly dead Shield Goblin and Goblin King Moth who was nursing his side, made Drake smirk. Drake was so close, just a little more and he could easily finish them he thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unfortunately, fate was not so kind, as the beige-robed Goblin stepped out from behind the King, its hand and staff bathed in a white glow.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, his teeth clenching.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Goblin that had stayed behind and by the King’s side this whole time was a healer.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake cursed, admonishing himself for being so naive to think he did not have a pocket healer being a boss.
<span style="font-weight:400">He had made a grave error, one that might cost him. Looking around desperately for a way to recover he spotted the dredges of the Goblin army and smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">He could do it, but only if the King acted exactly how he would hope now that Drake had shown he could hurt if not kill him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake exploded from his position, running as fast as he could.
<span style="font-weight:400">With one swift motion, he slipped his two Strength rings into his inventory, switching them back to Dexterity for his n.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking over his shoulder seeing the Shield Goblin rise from the ground green flesh showing through the spot in its armor where Drake’s spell had pierced it, the Goblin King recovering just as quickly, left a bad taste in Drake’s mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">But he knew now which one would have to die before the others.
<span style="font-weight:400">Reaching the still disoriented army of Goblin Footmen, Drake’s disgruntled emotions turned to one of anticipation.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Just you wait for what I have in store!</em>