The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 592: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground - 10: In the Darkness (1)

Chapter 592: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground Chapter 10: In the Darkness (1)

The surging holy light was evidently unable to suppress these creatures that thrived in darkness, be they undead creatures or different magical beasts. The attention and interest they originally held for each other had now been replaced by Komer and his group. Countless gazes encircled Komer and his companions, like pincers and stings, like needles and thorns, cold and eerie, venomous and sinister, layered upon one another and enveloping the group, creating an oppressive atmosphere even experienced adventurers like Rebry and Mihailovich, who had long paraded through the Dark World, realized this was an exceedingly dangerous test. The slightest carelessness could spell ruin and death.

The milky holy light spread like a tide over the various magical beasts within its range. The Demon Scorpions, brandishing their pincers and tails, preferred to dwell deep underground amidst the darkness. Their bodies flowed with dark corrupting magic power, able to instinctively cast erosion magic at will. These creatures were virtually the natural elite of darkness. Although they weren’t large, no one underestimated them; if it weren’t for their disinclination to surface, it was hard to imagine the threat they would pose to humans. However, these dark magical beasts were not commonly seen on the Blue Continent. On the contrary, it was said that they were occasionally discovered in the deep valleys of the Mang Continent. Yet unexpectedly, today in Damarlinsk Castle, dozens of these malignant beasts, keen on devouring human brains, were found.

The constantly changing colors on the bodies of the Demon Scorpions seemed to be resisting the assault of the Holy Light. From pitch-black to ghastly blue, then from ghastly blue to purplish red—each color shift appeared to neutralize the burning of the holy light. The narrow venomous mouths spat red cores that seemed eager to taste human brains. Having not smelled the scent of living humans for countless years, they were nearly boiling over with excitement.

Rebry watched the restless Demon Scorpions with some vexation. While venomous and fierce, they weren’t a significant threat, but their large numbers and especially their vitality meant that standard physical attacks and simple magic had little effect on them. This didn’t mean he was without means to deal with them, but the real danger lay behind them. The snake-like beasts as thick as buckets were the true powerhouses, the consumers from the Dark Abyss—the Komola Pythons. Not only were they kings of the Dark Abyss, but they also possessed earth-based magical nature. It was said they were the result of earth-based magical beasts mutating after being corrupted by the murky air of the Dark Marshes. Even Rebry had always been skeptical about their existence, but now he was confronted with three of them simultaneously.

"Watch out overhead! Those are Dark Magic Bats, known to peck at human eyes. They can release a toxic mist that causes one to fall into a deep sleep and die," Newman huddled within the hastily established defensive formation, his dry, cracked lips evidencing his level of nervousness. He had never before encountered so many magical beasts, almost all of them rare creatures of the Continent. The two Undead Warriors, known as Black Warriors, seemed to be adopting a wait-and-see approach, which concerned Newman even more. If these two Black Warriors were simply awaiting orders before acting, then this exploration had indeed complicated matters.

The group of Skeleton Warriors was also neatly arrayed, maintaining a distance from the two Black Warriors with no movement. It was evident they and the Black Warriors belonged to the same faction, though not subordinated to each other. However, Komer judged that both the Black Warriors and Skeleton Warriors were awaiting some command—while they lacked intelligence, the being lurking behind them was not a simple undead creature to deal with.

The dozens of Demon Scorpions, about half the height of a human, appeared to be excited by the fresh presence of humans, constantly making screeching noises. They surrounded the foremost defensive line consisting of Shatima, Solonberg, and Vladimir Koff. Before their prey, they unleashed astonishing power, easily leaping over a meter high. The pincers they brandished, and the tail that wove unpredictably, were their most lethal weapons, while those narrow, repulsive mouths spewed cores that looked nefariously vicious. Their dimly glowing eyes, the size of human fingers, rolled restlessly, and the small feet on their bellies enabled them to move with remarkable agility.

Yet, the terrifying scene did not instill the slightest fear in Shatima, standing in the dead center of the front line. On the contrary, an indescribable excitement filled her, eager to be tested. These tiny insects dared to oppose the mighty Dragon Clan; it was nothing short of seeking death. Even in her human form, she believed these creatures should detect the dragon breath emanating from her.

The hefty Dragon Spear’s blade already glowed with a faint blue hue. Shatima flaunted her weapon with arrogant, clucking laughter, "Crawlies, come taste the flavor of death. You fools who don’t know the height of heaven or the depth of earth—oh, I misspoke, perhaps you do know the depth of the earth, else why would you cower below it? I will let you experience bloody and brutal joy. Haha, I can hardly wait! Come at me!"

Komer watched Shatima, her face ablaze with wild excitement, with some concern. It seemed the Dragon Clan all had a bit of a perverse side. After all, she wasn’t truly part of the Human Clan. Perhaps animal impulses were more intrinsic in them. Her eyes had already turned ice blue, and her crimson tongue flicked across her lips in anticipation, as if she had become the one eager to attack.

Komer had reminded Shatima beforehand not to let her craving for combat make her forget her responsibilities. She was the core of their defense, and if she dashed into the darkness to vent, she might be satisfied, but it would greatly increase the pressure on those behind her.

Fortunately, the one assisting Shatima in the defense was none other than himself. At this moment, Komer understood there could be no holding back. The three painstakingly trained Dark Fire Skeletons in his Cosmic Bag were itching for action, and releasing the incompletely cultivated Golden Corpse was a contingency measure. However, before resorting to such measures, Komer thought it more fitting to fully validate the experience he had obtained from his half year of meditation. Now was the chance to truly demonstrate the might of his Mixed Magic, which had yet to be fully unleashed. Such opportunities were not easily come by, and with a group mutual cover, today was likely the best chance for a trial run.

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