Damon wiped a sar of ichor from his cheek. He now understood how he needed to fight here. Energy conservation was the na of the ga. There wasn’t a single hit solution for this problem. The Abyss didn’t need to overpower its enemies. It simply forced them to choke on inefficiency until they broke.
Damon adjusted his attitude and continued moving further in. He never planned to stay here for long. There were three things he ca for. Three things he could reach without getting much further into this godforsaken place.
He continued moving through the ruins and fissures, and finally, after three more waves of abyssal spawns, he reached his first target.
The ruins around him shifted from half-collapsed houses and shattered cobblestones into sothing far worse. Here, the earth itself had caved inward, leaving behind a cratered scar where an entire district used to stand. The black fog pooled thickest here, roiling like liquid tar, and at the very center was a mound of writhing ichor shaped like a nest.
Damon’s crimson eyes sharpened. This was it, the first target he had marked from mories of his past life. He hurriedly approached the nest and searched around it. It was not difficult to find what he was looking for, and he spotted it in a second.
A shiny black egg with silver streaks!
Damon tried to inspect it, but nothing really showed up. "This is it." In his last life, soone else, soone random, had managed to find this egg and take it. The guy was even pretty sure that this was a dragon’s egg. All of a sudden, he ended up becoming a huge celebrity, and everyone patiently looked forward to the big shot actually hatching a dragon’s egg.
In the end, nothing of that sort happened. The guy tried every thod he could get his hands on for the next two years, making alliances with many guilds and taking many people’s help, but until the very end, he was unable to hatch the egg.
All he got was a life full of endless misery, where he was always hunted down and had to scramble for his life. It was a good thing that the egg was a soul bound did not drop that easily. Otherwise, he would have lost it a long ti ago.
Not that it did him any good. All the deaths only made it difficult for him to progress. He couldn’t exactly get the egg to hatch, and he also couldn’t sell it for good money to soone else or even drop the damn hot potato from his hands. He was just stuck with the egg. He even lanted in public that the egg brought him endless bad luck and called it a curse.
But Damon was not worried about those things. He had access to things that the other guy probably never had. He also had a lot of ideas to try and hatch the thing. He was not too stressed about it.
"A dragon’s egg, huh?" He hurriedly grabbed the egg and pocketed it. Almost imdiately, he felt a presence wash over him, but it was only for a fraction of a second before it disappeared.
When Damon turned around, a chorus of snarls rippled through the fog. Shapes slinked into view, sleek, wolf-like with hides made of jagged obsidian blades dripping ichor. Their eyes glowed a sickly green, locking on to the egg tucked away in Damon’s possession.
Abyssfangs, the wolf counterparts of the abyssal gate. There were at least ten of them, their bodies moving like liquid smoke, claws carving trenches into the ground.
Damon grinned. "So that was the presence I felt. You lot don’t want taking your shiny little egg, huh?" His blood energy flared, scarlet mist curling around his form. "Too late. It’s mine now."
The Abyssfangs lunged all at once, moving as a pack. Damon didn’t retreat. Instead, venomous blood spikes appeared around him, each shooting forward like a storm of crimson javelins, shrieking through the fog.
The Abyssfangs twisted mid-lunge, bodies flowing around the attacks with unnatural grace. A few spikes hit, and these wolves beca visibly slower. The poison had a lot more impact on these beasts when compared to the abyssal spawn.
The first Abyssfang stumbled, its legs buckling as green ichor oozed from the punctures. Damon’s eyes lit up. So... poison works better on you mutts, huh? Good to know.
He flicked his wrist, and the blood spikes dissolved into a crimson haze before reforming as needle-thin spikes. Imdiately, a system notification flashed in front of him.
[Ding! Your proficiency in Blood Manipulation has increased]
The needle thin spikes lashed forward, each laced with venom, seeking out the wolves’ joints and throats. This ti, the Abyssfangs didn’t slip away so easily. Several yelped as the needles pierced through their tough hides, ichor boiling where the poison touched.
But the pack adapted frighteningly fast. Two wolves darted to Damon’s blind side while another hurled itself straight at his chest. Their coordination was eerily precise, more like soldiers than beasts.
Damon stepped sideways, his form flickering as [Shadowstep] carried him out of their encirclent. The wolf lunging at his chest tore through an afterimage, jaws snapping shut on smoke.
Damon instantly appeared behind it, his hand plunging into the wolf’s back, venom flooding its body. The beast spasd violently before erupting in a spray of black ichor.
[Ding! You have extracted the skill Abyssal Fangbite (active, Rank D)]
[Ding! You have extracted 1 Vitality]
The other Abyssfangs howled, their green eyes blazing brighter. The pack broke into a frenzy, circling faster, blurring in and out of the fog as though they were trying to smother him in shadows. Damon only smirked, his crimson mist thickening around him.
"Good. Give everything you’ve got. The more you throw at , the stronger I beco." He sent out another wave of venomous needles and this ti not a single wolf managed to escape its fate as the needles tore through the pack.
User Comments
0 comments from readers