Chapter 138: I'll Huff, And I'll Puff, And I'll Blow Your House Down

Chapter 138: I'll Huff, And I'll Puff, And I'll Blow Your House Down

Ira was approaching a huge city while examining his status card. He had been too wrapped up in his previous activities to really adjust to all the abilities he gained.

Name:

Ira

Rating:

UnknownUpdated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Growth Capacity:

Unknown

Bloodline:

Unknown

Blessings:

Unknown, Keeper of the Red Moon (Ulta Majoris), Wisdom of the First-Flame

Mana Capacity:

Low

Attunements:

Space, Wind*

Divinities:

None

Passive Abilities:

Behemoth's Strength*

Draconic Vitality

Supernatural: Agility, Reflexes, Senses, Regeneration, Endurance

Predatory Instincts

Kinetic Vision

Night Vision

Thermal Vision

Ultraviolet Vision

Greater Metabolism

Greater Beast Manipulation

Greater Physique

Self-Adaptation

Temperature Regulation

Aging Immunity

Poison Immunity

Greater Fire Resistance

Greater Cold Resistance

Greater Illusion Resistance*

Bloodline Resonance

Genetic Mutation (Chimera, Ancient Dragon, Behemoth*)

Lunar Force Empowerment

Partial Lunar Force Control

I doubt thats the case. They have to realize that all massacres do is inspire more to join our cause.

So well proceed with the plan?

...Theres been no word from Virgil, so Im guessing we will.

We cant mess this up then. This is the most ambitious plan weve had so far.

I still think its a bad idea...I mean attacking convoys and smaller towns is different than attacking a capital? Need I remind you theres an actual Dragon God in there?

This sounds good. A cheerful voice suddenly interrupted.

All eyes turned to the source and they spotted a handsome black-haired young man who appeared to be in his late teens. He was wearing a hooded black coat that hung on shoulders loosely as well as black pants and boots. His dark red shirt and bright yellow eyes served as a peculiar to contrast the dark colors.

Ira was crouching atop a stack of crates and no one had seen or heard when he appeared which shocked them.

Who are you?! Someone shouted as the group began to draw their concealed daggers.

Listen, guys, if you attack me, Ill have to kill you. Ira jumped from the boxes and landed in front of them.

It was clear to them that he had some sort of decent ability if he was able to sneak up on them without being discovered but he was actively hiding his bloodline resonance so they werent able to feel just what type of situation they were in.

How much did you hear? A man remained undeterred by Ira and sought answers.

All of it. Ira shrugged before continuing, You all seem to know a lot, so can you point me in the direction of the Dragons Heart Province? I have some really urgent business, you see.

If you need directions then why ask us? Im sure you wouldve found it easier to ask a random person on the street.

Its because youre a group of suspicious people clearly up to trouble. With that being so, I think you would know more than the average person. Ira explained clearly before he looked up.

A man with a crossbow was peering over the edge lining up a shot on Ira but jumped in surprise when the latter spotted him.

Ira furrowed his brows in confusion, Were you gonna...Hey, were you trying to set up a trap?

Kill him! A woman shouted.

The man using a crossbow shot at Ira who caught the arrow in his hand.

Poison? Iras nose twitched as he snapped the arrow in half and looked at the man on the roof who was clearly reloading the crossbow.

Ira sighed and waved his hand before a gust of wind pushed the man off of the roof and into the alley.

The rest of the group wasnt just watching and charged at him but as soon as he snapped his fingers the space around them froze and they were left motionless.

Well do it your way then. Ira grabbed the crossbow-wielding man by his collar and lifted him into the air.

Let me go! The man struggled to free himself but found that Ira had an unmovable grip.

Look at me, Ira said to the man as his bright yellow eyes were replaced by an endless darkness.

Huek! Once he made eye contact with Ira the mans body spasmed uncontrollably while his eyes rolled back

Iras vision returned to normal as he dropped the man, who wasnt quite dead, onto the ground. He turned to face the rest of the group that he restrained while black mist gathered around his body. Slowly, his form began to change and they could only experience fear as a ten-foot horned creature covered in small, writhing, tendrils of darkness stood in front of them. Its four yellow eyes and narrow wolfish face almost seemed to communicate joy.

Itll be faster if I eat you anyway. The beast said with a deep growl.

A few minutes later Ira stepped out of the alley and adjusted his clothes before marching off toward the Golden Temple. He paid no mind to the blood-soaked passageway that he was leaving behind.

Ira gained an understanding of the situation that was developing between the so-called Gods and the other races. The ones called heretics were those who had gained abilities from the Golden Aurora. They had even planned an attack on several of the establishments where the half and quarter dragon blessed ones gathered. It also had to be noted that he realized physically consuming people wasnt entirely necessary for gaining their knowledge. It dawned on him only after he had eaten more than half the group but being one not to waste food, he continued to eat them.

Ira arrived at the bottom of the Golden Temple to see dozens of humans stopping to pray while under the watch of temple guards. His clothing made him stand out somewhat but no one really paid him any mind. The main focus was on the solid gold gates that radiated with power. The gates were a thin barrier of separation between the city and the oasis-like area on the other side. Bright ponds filled with chirping birds and the pure voice of a woman singing faintly in the background. A low white fog drifted over the entire area and gave it a sort of enchanting quality.

Lets see Ira inhaled deeply while focusing on the air. It was clear something strange was happening as his chest would repeatedly swell and then return to normal. Without exhaling, Ira continued to increase his intake of air, one breath at a time.

There was a literal storm gathering inside of Ira but those around him only felt the wind pick up. There were some who looked at him strangely and some even went to get the guards who refused. It was only when minutes had passed did they feel something was off about Ira.

Hey, what are you doing? Four guards with dragons imprinted on their armor approached Ira with wing-shaped halberds. They walked with assurance in each step and they practically radiated with power. Their reptilians eyes gave away that they were Blessed Ones.

Ira gave them a brief glance before continuing to compress the Storm Breath. Although he could just release part of Storm Wall and destroy everything he wanted to test his new ability.

Hey! Im talking to you. A guard approached with the intent of grabbing Ira but as soon as he touched his shoulder the latter opened his mouth.

A violent and roaring wind capable of incredible destruction burst from Iras jaws along with storm clouds filled with energy. The guards were blown away but since they werent the intended target, they managed to survive. The Golden Temple was obscured by a thundering storm that ripped apart its heavenly gates and eroded away the construction of the temple. Its foundations were upturned as the golden pillars holding it up shattered. The thick engraved metal doors, which served as the entrance to the temple, were forced open under the incomprehensible gale.

After the extremely localized hurricane settled, all that was left were the screams of terror from those who witnessed Iras attack.

Ira paid no attention to the bystanders and leaped over the broken gate before making his way to the temple. Though he wasnt obsessed with his self-image he wondered if his demonstration was good enough.