Chapter 33: Beasts and Bloodshed

Chapter 33: Beasts and Bloodshed

Silas realized he hadn't received a notification in quite some time. He checked the icon in the upper right corner of his vision, and he had 50 notifications!

Opening them up, he saw that most of them were hp loss notifications from his fight with Damien, but a couple caught his eye. One said [You have survived death! +2000 exp].

Another said [You have reached Level 10! Would you like to evolve?]. Evolving probably would change his appearance more drastically than last time. After some consideration, he decided to wait until he was alone to evolve.

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Silas Blackwood's eyes widened as he noticed a group of students running towards them across the open field. Behind the fleeing students, a horde of magical beasts stampeded, their thunderous hooves shaking the ground.

"Incoming!" Silas shouted, readying his war hammer. "Looks like those idiots started a stampede!"

Jace, Rowan, Nadia, and Lyra quickly fell into formation, their weapons at the ready. The beasts closed in, their eyes wild with panic and rage.

"We need to fight our way through," Silas said, his voice steady despite the impending danger. "And take out as many as you can. We need those mana cores."

Jace nodded, his hands already moving in the intricate patterns of his duplication magic. Within seconds, a phalanx of piled up Jace duplicates stood before them, forming a living barrier.

The stampede hit the wall of Jaces, splitting around the obstacle like water around a rock. Beasts tumbled and fell, their momentum broken by the unexpected barrier.

Lyra seized the opportunity, her hands weaving a complex spell. A shimmering portal appeared before the stampeding beasts, its edges crackling with arcane energy.

With a flick of her wrist, Lyra opened a second portal, this one a hundred feet in the air. The beasts, unable to stop their charge, plunged through the first portal and fell to their deaths from the second.

Nadia, her bow singing with each shot, rained arrows down upon the beasts. Her aim was true, each arrow finding its mark in the creatures' vital points.

Silas and Rowan waded into the fray, their weapons flashing in the sunlight. Silas's war hammer crushed skulls and shattered bones, while Rowan's sword and shield worked in perfect harmony, cutting down beast after beast.

Silas Blackwood surveyed the carnage, his chest heaving with exertion. The once-thundering stampede had been reduced to a scattered collection of lifeless bodies, their blood staining the trampled grass.

"Good work, everyone," Silas said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Now, let's get those mana cores." Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

The group moved methodically through the fallen beasts. Silas knelt beside a massive, tusked creature, its eyes glazed in death. With a precise motion, he plunged his hand into the beast's chest, his fingers seeking the pulsing core within.

As he extracted the core, Silas performed essence extraction on it, gathering its essence in the machine in his chest. Each core he harvested brought him one step closer to his goal, one step closer to freeing his mother.

Jace and Rowan worked side by side. Jace's duplicates swarmed over the fallen beasts, their hands darting in and out with practiced efficiency. Rowan, his sword now sheathed, used his shield as a makeshift platter, stacking the extracted cores in neat rows.

Lyra moved with a different kind of grace. Each time she extracted a mana core, it vanished into the depths of her pocket dimension, stored safely for later use.

Nadia, ever practical, had produced a large sack from somewhere within her gear.

She moved from beast to beast, plucking the cores from their chests and dropping them into the sack with a businesslike efficiency. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned each core for flaws before she moved on to the next.

The agony of the transformation was unlike anything Silas had ever experienced before, far more intense and disorienting than the first time he had undergone such a change.

He gritted his teeth, fighting back the urge to scream as his body was reshaped by the arcane forces that flowed through him.

When the pain finally subsided, Silas stood tall, his new form radiating an aura of raw power and primal ferocity.

[You have evolved into a human/leviathan youngling]

[Your physical stats have increased]

[New affinity acquired: Hydromancy]

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the ruined village, Silas Blackwood charged forward, his war hammer held high, ready to meet the monstrous horde head-on and put an end to their reign of terror.

His companions followed close behind, their own weapons at the ready, prepared to fight alongside him until the bitter end.

Silas and his companions tore through the horde of goblins with ruthless efficiency.

Jace's duplicates swarmed the smaller creatures, overwhelming them with sheer numbers and a flurry of stabbing blades. The goblins' screeches of pain and surprise filled the air as they fell to the relentless assault.

Rowan's voice rang out, summoning his stegosaurus familiar, Steggy. The massive creature materialized in a flash of light, its spiked tail swinging in wide arcs.

Goblins flew through the air, their bodies broken and battered by the powerful blows.

Lyra darted in and out of her shimmering portals, appearing behind unsuspecting goblins to deliver swift, lethal strikes with her rapier. Her movements were fluid and graceful, each thrust finding its mark with deadly precision.

Nadia's bow sang as she loosed arrow after arrow, each shaft wreathed in brilliant light. The arrows pierced goblin skulls with ease, leaving smoldering holes where they struck. The air crackled with energy as she continued her barrage.

Silas, his new leviathan form radiating power, wielded his war hammer with terrifying strength. Goblin skulls shattered beneath the weapon's mighty blows, their bodies crumpling like ragdolls.

As the group carved a path through the goblin horde, they encountered a towering ogre. The creature's massive bulk and thick hide presented a far greater challenge than the goblins they had faced.

Nadia reacted quickly, loosing a volley of light arrows at the ogre's face. The projectiles found their mark, exploding in brilliant flashes that temporarily blinded the beast.

Seizing the opportunity, Lyra conjured a portal beneath the ogre's left leg. The limb sank into the shimmering opening, throwing the creature off balance.

With a deft motion, she opened the other end of the portal near the ogre's head. The beast's own leg swung up, delivering a powerful kick to its face.

Rowan, seeing the ogre's disorientation, summoned a swarm of flying imps. The tiny creatures descended upon the ogre in a chittering cloud, biting and clawing at its face. The ogre roared in frustration, swatting ineffectually at the swarming imps.

Silas, his blood singing with the power of his berserker rage, charged forward. With inhuman strength, he grasped the ogre's trapped leg and heaved.

The massive creature was lifted off the ground, its bulk no match for Silas's enhanced might. With a primal roar, Silas slammed the ogre into the earth, the impact shaking the ground beneath their feet. He repeated the brutal action, each thunderous crash weakening the once-formidable foe.