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Chapter 149 - 137: The Corpse Dragon on the Mountain Peak
Chapter 149: Chapter 137: The Corpse Dragon on the Mountain Peak
The roar came, and at the mountain path ahead that had to be traversed, a brawny little giant with rocks all over his body approached with a "thud, thud" of the ground shaking.
He looked like a baboon, with sharp teeth and long hair, his disheveled mane binding the rocks into an armor of stone.
Lind did not recognize this creature, but the aura of an Upper-Rank Calamity emanating from it could not be faked.
Not only that, but there was also a group of smaller baboons, about half the height of a person, holding some kind of red berries, jumping around.
The monster noticed Lind, and with its long arms like a monkey’s, supporting itself on the ground, it charged at Lind briskly. The thunderous noise mixed with a Gale that couldn’t be ignored. Lind pointed his Longsword overhead, its blade bursting with light, and he yanked himself up into the sky, narrowly avoiding the giant baboon’s deadly pounce.
But the opponent’s agility was somewhat beyond imagination; it suddenly reached upward, trying to grab Lind. Its massive palm spread open like a large shield, capable of covering one-third of Lind’s body, while its five fingers shot out like spears.
The Armor failed to block the deadly puncture of the spears and easily penetrated the protection, stabbing into Lind’s chest.
Blood immediately spurted out, Lind choked on blood, turned his sword backward, and, leveraging the strength from the sword’s body, he tore away from the grip of the "spear," avoiding the fate of being pinned to the ground.
Blood sprayed out like a fountain.
The blood loss accelerated Lind’s heartbeat, but his mind was very rational.
As he was on the brink of death, his body instead erupted with even greater strength. Shielding himself as he charged forward, dodging to the side, Lind successfully got behind the Upper-Rank Calamity and stabbed upward with his blade.
"Gagahuhu!" The urgent baboon-like screaming came from afar as the group of shorter baboons squeezed their red berries. The dark red juice began to flash intensely under their fingers before they hurled them toward Lind.
Lind had already leaped into the air, unable to dodge, only to watch the berries smash against himself and the Upper-Rank Calamity, immediately followed by.
Boom—!
Flames erupted.
The Upper-Rank Calamity, distracted by the flames, paused for a moment and tried to turn and roar at the small baboons, only to find that the flames started by the explosive berries were pierced by a sword.
Lind, with both hands gripping the hilt, burst through the flames and pounced, his blade successfully penetrating the opponent’s left eye.
He hung from the head of the Calamity.
Pain drove the Upper-Rank Calamity mad, causing it to completely lose its reason. It reached out to grab Lind, intending to tear him apart, but Lind, showing no sign of injury, skillfully released the sword and made a steep drop, narrowly dodging the Calamity’s swiping claws.
The sound of his feet smashing into the ground was absurdly loud; unaware viewers might think Lind was a solid iron block forged entirely from molten iron.
Though fire’s power was gone, the Melting Furnace Crest still pulsed on his chest, preventing the flames from harming Lind and even directly healing his grievous wounds.
Grasping his shield with both hands, he lunged forward. The Upper-Rank Calamity’s body swayed, but the force that reflected back also made Lind’s body somewhat overwhelmed. The gap in ranks was too apparent, and the opponent, obviously relying entirely on physical strength, could not be matched in that regard.
Letting go of the shield and leaping up again, Lind grabbed onto the Calamity’s arm. The continuous blasts of fire from behind provided strong assistance to Lind. The fire not only helped Lind recover quickly but also blinded the sight of the Upper-Rank monster, which only had one eye left.
However, injury meant madness. The opponent shook its body fiercely, and several times Lind was left hanging in midair, holding onto the creature’s long hair to avoid being thrown off.
It was like clinging to the edge of a precipice; if his fingers weakened and let go, all that awaited him was an Abyss.
The burst of the flaming berries ignited Lind’s rage. He had no "Clore’s Fury," but he had his own fury. His body marshaled its strength; if he couldn’t kill the opponent here, he would be killed. Lind hated making these kind of binary choices.
Clearly, he could not die here, nor did he plan to.
His toes searched for a foothold on the Upper-Rank Calamity’s long-haired, rock-Stone Armor. His legs trembled slightly; although his arsenal of Blessed Weapons granted him the strength of a Great Knight, his body was fundamentally still mortal.
His footing secure, he pushed off, and during a brief respite in the Calamity’s frenzied convulsions, Lind released his grip and jumped up, successfully seizing the blunt Longsword stuck in the opponent’s eye socket.
Like a gymnast hanging from a horizontal bar, Lind swung back and forth on the Longsword in front of the Upper-Rank Calamity’s face.
The pain further fueled the Calamity’s rage, but before that could matter, Lind swung upward, flipping atop the head of the Upper-Rank Calamity.
He quickly unslung the bow from his back, pressing it close to the Calamity’s head.
The Calamity’s head thrashed, nearly throwing Lind off multiple times and interrupting his attempts to draw the bow.
Finally, in another moment of stability, Lind yanked back into a full moon, with the bowstring flickering with a sharp, ghostly light.
The growing sharpness enveloped the bowstring, and as Lind released his fingers, the sound of blades cutting through the air "whooshed" out, and the sharp Wind Blades scattered uncontrollably.
That’s how inconvenient this bow was, with Wind Blades releasing in no fixed direction unless released at close range.
The Upper Rank Calamity beneath his feet continued to roar, fierce and wild, but suddenly stopped after a continuous bombardment of Wind Blades, as if slashed by an invisible sword, gouging out a clump of rough hair and flesh, followed by a series of "puff puff" sounds as they burrowed into the flesh.
The chest of the Upper Rank Calamity erupted with a howl, like a huge swinging bell in a trembling church, and after being hit hard again, the reinvigorated Upper Rank Calamity finally threw Lind into the air. By the time Lind regained his senses, he was already suspended in midair, like a stone casually thrown far away.
Adjusting his angle in the air, he braced his head and rolled upon landing to dispel the force on his body.
The urgent cries of baboons came from all around, and the young baboons gathered, enthusiastically using flaming berries in their hands to celebrate for Lind.
Lind spread out his bow, hooked the bowstring casually, released a shot, and let the Wind Blades toss around, knocking over the baboons holding the flaming berries and watching as the fire lit up the nearby forest completely.
He glanced back at the Upper Rank Calamity rolling on the ground, holding its head, no longer paying attention to it, and turned to run up the mountain.
It was obviously not possible to kill it alone using just his body, so it was more important to figure out a way to escape first.
After several hard battles, Lind was careful enough on the next stretch of the road that he managed to climb to the middle of the mountain after only a dozen or so fights.
And he was in luck, after finding two pieces of Armor, his strength had actually surpassed his body’s original rank.
"Blessed Weapon, it can actually directly promote someone to the Hero Rank"
The stark difference in strength made it easy for Lind to discern that he had already taken that step, and at the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of the power of Blessed Weapons.
More useful than Magic Potions, some simply need to be worn to directly force a rank upgrade in strength.
After reaching the middle of the mountain, the path became increasingly difficult.
The unfamiliar monsters he encountered also increased, and the starting level was Hero Tier, among which the most difficult to deal with were humanoid enemies who wouldn’t let their foes off easily.
It took at least ten hours, but as he neared the top of the mountain, there was a swarm of entities behind Lind that could be called bosses in a game, chasing him relentlessly.
Instead of saying he killed his way up the mountain, it was more like a continuous escape.
Lind ran frantically upwards, all the way to the top, and saw the huge altar and the central platform.
"Awooo——!"
An unsettling roar came through.
The moonlight suddenly disappeared from above.
Lind looked up to see the gigantic wings spread out to blanket the sky and saw the four-legged, rotting black body.
The storm generated by simply landing almost blew Lind away.
"A dragon in the end?"
Lind looked at the mountainous giant shadow that crashed down in front of him, his eyes turned pale and glassy, an unmistakable Corpse Dragon that had already died.
He couldn’t see its level, but he didn’t need to, for if Undead couldn’t discern an adversary’s strength because they couldn’t see levels, it was because their power was not their own, obtained through "leveling up" by slaying monsters, lacking a sense of it.
But for normal Transcendents like Lind, who relied on their strength, who listened and felt personally, their perception of power had long been integrated into their marrow.
Without the detailed numbers in the eyes of the Undead, he could easily assess the strength of his opponent.
For instance, the Corpse Dragon in front of him, though Lind wasn’t sure how many times stronger it was than himself, it was certainly a creature from the legends, likely able to kill him with the slightest movement.
The Corpse Dragon leaned in close to Lind with its mouth open, its teeth thicker than the load-bearing pillars of a castle, as if inviting Lind into its gaping maw, comparable to a castle’s great hall.
In a trance, it seemed not a dragon’s mouth before him but a fissure in the mountain, a chasm that could swallow any number of cattle and horses in one bite.
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