Episode 299.1

(EP-299.1) Master #3

299 – Master of the Forest #3

Zzzzzzzzz.

Angala’s massive body was itself a destructive weapon. Just the act of it charging at me forced me to focus all my energy on defense.

─108 Venom Legs Spiral!

Kagagagak!

Sharp, blade-like legs surged toward me.

Was this how a tree felt under a chainsaw’s teeth? Every time its big limbs grazed my body, another layer of my magic shield shattered.

─Saba Magic, Poison Mist.

Puuuuu...

The real problem wasn’t just its immense size. As it claimed to be a spirit or immortal, it was attacking me using various techniques and magic.

Like just now, for example.

Purple smoke billowed out from between its sharp fangs.

Hwaaaaaa!

I instinctively covered my nose and mouth, realizing that breathing it in would spell disaster.

Ssss.

Seeing the surrounding skeletons melt upon contact with the mist, a sense of crisis shot through me like an arrow.

That stuff was seriously potent.

If it weren’t for the Angmar Robe, I would have ended up like that too.

━You’re wearing quite a fine robe, mage.

“......”

I stepped back, trying to put some distance between us.

Angala, who had been rolling her massive body toward me like a set of serrated gears, quivered as she laughed, watching me retreat.

━A wise move. But mages like you can’t cast spells while covering your nose and mouth, can you? So, what will you do now?

It was like a teacher dealing with a child. It was clear that it wasn’t taking me seriously.

My suppressed breathing was reaching its limit, and there were no more places to hide.

Was this the end?

Did Angala have no weaknesses?

No, that’s a foolish thought. Even Solomon, who reached Rank 10 and tore the world asunder, could not defy the fate of death.

No matter how powerful this giant centipede may be, as a living creature, it must have at least one weakness. But before figuring that out, I should probably do something about this poison mist.

Snap.

I snapped my fingers, summoning a gust of wind.

Whooosh—

A whirlwind whipped across the lakeside, sucking up the mist clinging to the damp ground like a vortex. The expanding windstorm collided with the giant centipede Angala.

━Wind, huh? Not the best matchup for me.

Rumble.

Angala coiled its body tightly, shielding itself from the intense vortex. It was then that I noticed something.

The torso injured by Solomon, the severed limb—Angala had hidden that part deep within its coils.

So, that’s the weak point.

Instinct drives one to hide their weakest and most vulnerable parts in times of danger. Even Angala, who had lived for ages, couldn’t escape this natural impulse.

The place where Solomon had inflicted the wound.

If he could do it, so could I.

Once the thought settled, it was best to act swiftly.

“Open chant.”

It would be wise to use the most potent magic I could muster. Here, there were no allies to protect or people to worry about getting caught in the crossfire. I could unleash the highest firepower without restraint.

I envisioned a fierce wind.

A wind powerful enough to shake the world.

─Dragon’s Dance.

Whoooosh—!

At the end of the incantation, a colossal whirlwind appeared.