Priam grimaced as the rays of the Necromoon touched his skin. Leaving behind the protection of Log-a-rhythm, he was swiftly flying away. The events rewards were tempting, but Priam refused to jeopardize his loved ones.
Zooming through the skies, Priam replaced his mist cloak with flas and activated his scales. Their protection cost him no aether and partially blocked the crimson light of the malevolent star. The relief made him sigh with contentnt.
Priam's willpower and constitution were too high for re exposure to necro light to pose a danger, but the lunar caress was degrading. Just as he would refuse to dive into a pool of excrent, even if his vitality guaranteed good health, Priam abhorred the bloody rays of the moon. It sought to violate his soul, manipulating his consciousness, and that was unbearable.
A deathly silence caught his attention. Below him, hills and valleys were covered with trees and rivers. Every plant seed to be a haunt of the corrupted. As far as Priam could see, hundreds of thousands of glowing eyes fixated on him. Suddenly, one of the revenants scread, triggering a chain reaction.
The shattered silence faded with the arrival of the dreadful clamor.
Priam looked back, confirming that Log-a-rhythm had disappeared behind a chain of tall hills. I'm far enough, he decided, coming to a halt. A louder cry than the others echoed, restoring silence. Priam summoned Prosse upon spotting a familiar Tier 2 in the distance.
At the end of the valley, the necrowolf observed him from a promontory. The beast that had swiftly decapitated him a few days earlier had not forgotten their eting. Nor had Priam.
Smirking, the Homo Elysian weighed his spear as his system provided a trajectory capable of hitting the animal. Arming his weapon, focused on [Spear Throw], Priam summoned Micro and his connection with Prosse. When his will resonated with his linked weapon, Priam arched his body. The force ca from his pelvis, traveled up his back to his shoulder, and then exploded in his arm. Half a dozen muscles overstrained as Priam's back turned into a bow and his arm into a whip.
Lvl Up: [Spear Throw] lvl 19
DEXT 3
[Kinetic Control] boosted the attack as Prosse left Priam's Domain. The characteristic thunder of the broken sound barrier echoed in the valley.
The spear disappeared.
Priam activated [Three-headed Hydra], regenerating the half-dozen muscles that had exploded upon the launch. Simultaneously, he observed the necrowolf.
Prosse reappeared a few ters from the target. Just as Priam feared the creature would dodge, he felt [Homo Elysian Predation] activate. The corrupted wolf thought it could tank the attack head-on. It was a mistake.
For the second ti in its existence, the creature's instinct had betrayed it.
Three kiloters from Priam, the forest trembled. A shockwave lifted a dust do, briefly pierced by a spear rejoining its master.
Priam grimaced, noting the absence of Sun points. The attack had hit, but he was still too weak to one-shot a Tier 2. Soon...
The dust cloud parted, revealing his adversary amidst uprooted trees. The necrowolf's skull had split open, exposing a broken spine. Priam flashed a mocking smile.
"I'm here; co get ," he taunted. The beast didn't dare, disappearing into the forest. At Tier 2, the corrupted weren't entirely stupid. Priam knew it would return with reinforcents. In the anti, let's accumulate so easy points.
His hearts pulsed, sending a wave of energy throughout his body. His soul illuminated before resonating with the fla symbolizing his Fire Concept. Surveying the tide of corrupted, Priam smiled.
A lone man soared high above the valley. Like a star defying the Necromoon, his flas infuriated millions of powerless corrupted below.
Summoning a fireball, Priam hurled it onto the horde writhing beneath him. The explosion shattered the silence and the status quo. Roaring, hundreds of skeletal creatures took flight. Deathsquitos, bats, raptors, birds, and various necromantic creatures rushed towards him.
Laughing, Priam summoned a fiery wave that intercepted the assault. The overheated air wiped out the Tier 0s while the flas ravaged the Tier 1s. Only a dozen corrupted survived the devastation. On his part, Priam had not yet depleted his resources; his Fire Concept manipulated the ambient aether.
As the last flying Tier 1s approached, [Priam's System] transford his cloak into a protective coiling snake. In a fraction of a second, its volu multiplied as it stretched out to devour the survivors. Priam had no need for an elental as long as he had his system.
[Temporary Boost:
237 Corrupted (T0 - common) defeated (PHY 23.7%).
17 Corrupted (T1 - common) defeated (PHY 17% NT 17%).
Conquest Tir: 4 min 59s
Aether Reserve: 262/262]
Feeling his attributes increase under the effects of Conquest, Priam decided to kick it up a notch. He had about fifty-eight minutes left to accumulate as many points as possible. With a defiant glint in his eyes, Priam decided to show his rivals what he was capable of. Honestly, he wanted to prove it to himself.
A portal opened beneath his feet, leading to the Fire Domain. The infinite fire burning there responded to the call of the Fire Champion. Following his will, a cascade of flas began to fall towards the ground five hundred ters below.
The blazing deluge would destroy everything in its path, consuming the corrupted to fuel its rage. The snowballing ability of fire was its main advantage, but Priam wanted more. Releasing his Conquest Aura, he rged it with the conflagration. Like a king finally crowned, the fire crackled, its flas shining with a silvery brilliance.
When the fiery avalanche touched the ground, the valley trembled. Both trees and undeads turned into torches before being consud. Their resistance to fire seed negative. Priam smiled, feeling his Aura decrease before filling up again. Fire and Conquest were two forces that consud everything in their path, feeding on this destruction. Bodies, minds, and curses were crushed, annihilated, and transford into energy.
Observing the massacre, Priam quickly realized that the number of Tier 0s mattered little against his Concept. His build was perfect for dealing with a multitude of weak opponents. Let's see if Arnold can do better.
In the following minutes, like the pyroclastic eruption of a volcano, the cataclysm spread across the valley, devouring undeads, trees, earth, and air. Nothing seed able to resist Priam as his attributes skyrocketed.
[Temporary Boost:
7 563 Corrupted (T0 - common) defeated (PHY 268%).
548 Corrupted (T1 - common) defeated (PHY 232% NT 250%).
Temporary maximum attributes reached.
Conquest Tir: 4 min 59s
Aether Reserve: 262/262]
Only the sight of the trees ravaged by flas sowhat dampened his enthusiasm. Despite his personality being influenced by Conquest, Priam did not appreciate seeing the forest go up in ashes. However, he had no choice: it was better than having plants corrupted by the Necromoon. With the extre aether density, there's hope that everything will grow back within a few weeks.
Suddenly, the protective snake expanded, biting into thin air twenty ters from Priam. Caught in its fangs, Eve appeared.
Lvl Up : [True Will] lvl 3
WILL 18
CHAR 9
This bitch
Priam gritted his teeth as he watched ve vanish, taking almost all of his points with her. He had complied to avoid putting Sphinx in danger. Using Micro, the Champion channeled his anger. It wasn't worth getting upset over a future corpse.
Shifting his gaze back to the burning horde, Priam let his system continue its search. During the discussion, the add-on had attempted to pinpoint ve's location. [Aether Perception], enhanced by Conquest, his Fire Concept, his Aura, and even his instinct had all failed.
Fortunately, the System provided a clue. Or nearly. Priam had gained a level in his sole Legendary resistance: ve was using a ntal block to keep him ignorant. She had undoubtedly tid the conversation to prevent [High Human Adaptation] from developing a resistance. Too bad for her, Priam had evolved since their last encounter.
The add-on paused its investigations after a few minutes. Priam didn't want to lose focus on the main goal. For now, the priority was to finish first. How many corrupted would Arnold defeat? Ten thousand? Fifty thousand?
I'll do better.
Redirecting all his attention to the infinite horde, Priam resud his massacre. Blades of fire incinerated more and more skeletons. Priam, standing alone against the necro legion, advanced. Once again, he realized that in this new world, power was the only path to freedom.
Minutes passed as the tir dwindled. With each mont, the incandescent islet gained ground over the sea of corrupted. Focused, Priam and his system dominated the flas, targeting the fleeing and dodging the watercourses.
Ten minutes before the event's end, ten Tier 2 corrupted led by a perfectly healthy necrowolf appeared. Riding the wolf, a cloaked silhouette raised its hand. Instantly, all the corrupted in the valley froze. After nearly a hundred thousand deaths, the big boss appeared.
Priam's misty gaze t the bloody eyes of the opposing leader. As his flas continued to engulf dozens of corrupted every second, Priam had a bad feeling as he saw the creature lower its hand.
The horde descended into madness. The undead began eliminating each other, to Priam's astonished gaze. What in the world
Realitys fabric trembled behind the corrupted leader. A crimson sigil appeared in the sky. asuring about twenty ters in diater, it gained brilliance as the corrupted slaughtered each other.
[Estimated completion of the sigil: 100,000 sacrifices.]
Seeing the Tier 2s content to watch, Priam understood they intended to let the rune and its effect defeat him. Despite his curiosity about the massive ritual, Priam knew he had to thwart their plan.
With a ntal command, Priam directed the wave of fire toward his enemies. Three kiloters away, the Tier 2s took defensive positions. Priam ordered his system to snipe the creatures.
One, two, three... Fifty fireballs, each the size of a house, appeared around Priam. Catapulted, they descended one by one upon the enemy. The ensuing explosions shook the valley.
Priam squinted as he observed the result of his artillery barrage. A second later, the retaliation ca. The fla cloud parted, allowing black javelins to pass through.
Propelled at three tis the speed of sound, they would reach their target in less than three seconds. [Priams System] summoned an ice wall that shattered, forcing Priam to rge with his flas.
Deflecting an attack from a Tier 2 wasn't so easily achievable.
Reappearing three ters away, Priam summoned Prosse and infused it with a portion of his Aura. Using his new physical attributes, he hurled it with all his might.
Lvl Up: [Spear Throw] lvl 20, 21
DEXT 6
[Spear Throw] has reached level 20. As a rare skill, a bonus is available. Choose one of these three options:
[Long Shot] - Your enemies die without even spotting you. POT -30
[Sniper] - Your shots elude your enemies' instincts. POT -30
[Bullet eye] - A fly at a kiloter? No problem. POT -30
You have selected [Sniper].
POT -30
After selecting a bonus that synergized with his new Racial Talent, Priam smiled as he saw Prosse hit the porcupine behind the retaliation. With six tis his ordinary physical attributes, the attack was as spectacular as it was fatal. The necromantic creature exploded in a cloud of blood and bone dust. Headshot.
Event:Necromoon.
Banishnt of a corrupted (Tier 2 - Baron) - Sun points 1 000
"Both qualities multiply," Priam theorized, looking at the earned points.
As Priam was recalling Prosse, the necromantic leader snapped his fingers. The next mont, a dark veil concealed the enemies. Without a firing line, Priam could no longer target them.
The leader is competent.
Priam hesitated on the next move. Should he confront the Tier 2s or settle for the small fry?
Despite the exhilaration of dominating a horde of corrupted alone, Priam felt ntal fatigue accumulating. His Conquest Aura would eventually dissipate, depriving the inferno of much of its lethality.
Glancing at his HUD, Priam saw less than ten minutes left on the event tir. His system indicated that the bloody sigil would activate before the end. The leader wouldn't let him off easy.
Sighing, Priam urged the Fire Concept to assail the Tier 2s. Advancing rapidly, the wall of flas and ashes engulfed thousands of undead on its path.
Less than five minutes before the tir's end, the first wave of flas licked the dark do protecting the leaders and the sigil. A second crashed against the barrier, making it tremble. Wave after wave, Priam directed his wrath against the corrupted. In vain.
The blaze besieged the artificial rampart for about ten seconds before Priam accepted his powerlessness. The do, a black island lost in an infernal ocean, seed weak but would hold until the sigil activated.
Determined to stop it, Priam stared at the black do, hesitating. Should he use his Breath? His ultimate attack could certainly destroy the protection but would leave him defenseless afterward. Against a dozen corrupted Tier 2s, with no Breath, Aura or aether, his chances were slim.
Which left only one solution.
Opening his rits, Priam selected the Phoenix tree. As the Phoenix had predicted, the ideal upgrade to his fire resistance had changed his rit.
Trees of rit
[Hatched Phoenix - Gold] - Tier 2: Hardly Hatched, already a Fire Champion. As such, you know how restricted Fire is. The Seven Concepts have imprisoned its potential in a shell. Let it hatch.
9 Unused rit Points.
Could there be more to the Fire Concept than Priam was able to access? If so, he wanted it.
[Hatched Phoenix - Gold] - Tier 2: ACQUIRED
[Hatched Phoenix - Gold] - Tier 3: Leaving behind the fragnts of a broken eggshell, you near the cliff. The ground is far away, but Pyro is building up in your wings...
8 Unused rit Points.
The fla illuminating Priam's soul transford into an egg and he was seized by the beauty of the primordial runes inscribed on it. Suddenly, the rit summoned a divine flow that bathed the egg, revealing to the Fire Champion an eternal chain locking it.
Do you wish to unleash Fire?
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