Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 63: Might of the Advanced Magic (3)

In front of the might of the infernal magic, the novice tier magic that Gelgar dished out was overwhelmed in an instant. Like a truck ramming into a block of rotten wood, everything that obstructed the infernal magic was vaporized, leaving nothing behind.

The might of the advanced magic was overwhelming as it easily swept everything. However, it was just the beginning.

After overpowering the opposing attack, the momentum of the infernal magic [Infernal Heatwave] didn’t even drop a notch as it charged towards its next target Gelgar.

Gelgar was shaken to the core by the might of infernal magic and was in a stunned state.

BANG…

Realising that the attack was coming towards him, Gelagr hurriedly tried to get out of the range of the attack but failed to dodge in time due to the pressure enveloping him. The battering force alone was so great that he felt like a huge mountains thousands of meters in size was pressuring him.

Though he tried to shift his body out of the way of the attack, He was still hit by the edges of the magic. The attack struck him and continued on towards the marsh.

BOOOOOOM…

The entire floor seemed to tremble at this moment, mightly waves rolled and tumbled across the whole marsh.

Scalding smoke rose into the air for hundreds of meters and burned down the faraway trees. Half of the water in the marsh had disappeared in an instant.

“Huff… huff…” Simon who was previously as calm as the sea was now breathing in a ragged manner, perspiration rolling down his body and the manas around him in was in disorder.

Infernal magic the advanced tier form of the fire magic wasn’t something a Demon Viscount like him should have access to. If it wasn’t for the Crimson Blazing Flame Sword bestowing him with such a magic, there was no way Simon would be able to use it in his current rank.

Reaching advanced tier in any form of magic symbolises pinnacle power of that level. Plus Simon was still hanging on the intermediate tier of the fire magic and had a long way before he could reach the advanced tier.

Furthermore, it was more so unimaginable for a Demon Viscount to even use infernal magic as the skills and manas required were far complex than what a Demon Viscount could output.

“Huff… huff… huff… damn it… it ate more than half of my MP in one go, it seems that I can’t use it more than once” the infernal magic [Infernal Heatwave] took a ridiculous amount of MP to cast which made it impossible for the current him to cast it more than once. Since his MP was drained severely by that one attack, he felt a headache and his mind was dizzy.

More than half of his HP was gone and his aura had dropped by a lot. But he was quite satisfied by the might of the attack despite it being quite taxing to his body.

While he was contemplating about the magic he dished out, Gelgar flew out of the boiling marsh. His clothes was all but torn, skin burned everywhere and a cut across his back, that was burned quite badly.

At this moment he had a very hideous appearance as he wailed in agony, his eyes were filled with dread and despair at the attack that almost took his life.

Gelgar was severely injured. If it wasn’t for him shifting his body at the last moment, he wouldn’t just come out of it as severely injured. Just thinking about the last attack, his soul quaked.

If more attacks like the previous ones come hurling towards him, was there any reason for him to continue this battle? Fortunately for him, Simon was unable to dish out another attack of that calibre.

He looked at Simon who still appeared as calm as before and whose presence was so great that it filled him with terror. He pointed at Simon before roaring like a maniac ” you… you… you… aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, you are not a Demon Baron… what is with that sword, who are youuu??”.

His voice cracked at the end of his sentence and even Gelgar himself did not know whether he was still sane or not.

Simon’s indifferent eyes did not have any pity on them, that was because after reincarnating in this world, he was reminded time and time again that strength reigned supreme here. And if he did not want to be squashed like an ant, he had to increase his strength.

If Simon lacked the strength in this battle, he would be on the receiving end of their attacks, suppressed and humiliated. Additionally, given Gelgar’s character, his fate would be much more worse than just simply dying.

Therefore he did not show any pity for his enemies as his every attack was ruthless and filled with killing intent. These past few months in the Ghastlky Winding Forest where everything wanted to kill him, built his character.

The way Gelgar spoke and looked down on others, Simon guessed that his enemy had suppressed many demons before just like what he did to him before taking all of their possessions. A person like that disappearing would be like doing a favour to this world.

Just when he was about to charge towards Gelar whose mind was in disarray, another miserable shriek sounded across the floor. “Aaarrggghhh” turning around he saw the huge frame of the Great Blood Ogre impaled by the crimson horns of the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse.

Gourd was besieged by holes all over his body and a strange crimson markings appeared to link all of them. Peculiarly though, no blood flowed from those wounds as his previous crimson body was now a pale ash grey.

It seemed as if all of his blood was sucked dry out of him and in contrast the crimson horn of the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse shined brightly. Mysterious auras surrounded those crimson antlers before entering inside the warhorse strengthening it even more.

Gourd was in such horrendous pain that he begged for salvation and after struggling for a while, his body stopped moving and fell from the air. The last of Gelgar’s subordinates that intruded the dungeon, the level 247 Great Blood Ogre was now dead.