Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 907- Lava Magic, Spatial Strength (2)

The ability to wield powers that adapt, evolve, and mutate, creating effects that are both unpredictable and immensely powerful is generally regarded as the Mutation Magic.

Only a small percentage of people in the world can attain this level of magic as it demands unparalleled skill and understanding. Next is Spatial Strength, a step into the extraordinary, an elusive realm that remains out of reach for most of the population of the world. An ability that can manipulate the very fabric of space, create impenetrable barrier to protect or lock someone in place.

Spatial Strength is the illusionary ability that only those who have stepped into the unknown level 800 realm can display.

Traversing skies as if walking on solid ground, creating spatial pockets or gouging something into oblivion, the illusory ability that grants an unparalleled strength and advantage, making its users near invincible in combat.

To display not one but two extraordinary abilities, one could see how intimidating Gil-Garna's strength had reached. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

HAHAHA… DIE… DIE… The Ogre King grinned, drowned by his powers he let loose a relentless barrage of attacks on the demon.

Swaths of boiling lava whose heat had reached an unimaginable level, shot out of the ground at an unimaginable speed, scorching and melting everything in a few meters area around them.

It appeared everywhere where the demon travelled and even chased after him.

"Mutation Magic huh, this will be troublesome" Simon muttered, destroying a lava python that tried to latch onto him.

Eighth meters wide and the size of titanoboa, not even a level 700+ being could underestimate them. Simon had to use quite a bit of effort to deal with them.

After the python was blown into smithereens, he glanced at the giant volcano that was summoned by the Ogre King. That thing was jutting out large volumes of lava all around the place, quickly devouring everything in its path.

If nothing was done, the entire floor would be soon covered in lava. At that point, even Simon wasn't sure that he would be able to win against the three kings.

 Tch… Clicking his tongue, he increased his speed even further. The MK3 armor as if responding to his wishes, increased its performance.

SWISH… SWISH… SWISH… Simon's speed was so extreme that he left afterimages behind. Even though spatial strength was robbing of much of his mana, he did not care about it at this moment and roused his strength to its limit.

Thousands and thousands of swords attacked Gil-Garna from every direction. Like rivers, they flowed and meandered in various ways.

"It's useless!! Now that I have used my mutation magic you won't be able to reach me anymore"

Shouted the Ogre king. He flipped his palm and thick columns of lava rose from underneath him and blocked the rivers of sword, melting even some.

Using his spatial strength to apply pressure and hamper the movements of his opponent, lava to attack and defend, he was practically untouchable.

Or so he thought.

"Don't get full of yourself" a coarse voice reminded the ogre king that he was not invisible. Right after, a sword slash came diagonally from his right.

[Core Overdrive]… [Burnt Sword Mastery]— [Downward Ascension]. RIP… ARGHH… blood and an arm flew, Gil-Garna managed to escape with his life intact by sacrificing his left arm.

"Hehe, this was your chance but you failed to kill me. You won't get an opportunity like that again".

Saying that he strengthened the space around the demon and opened some distance. Thick volumes of lava coiled around him forming a defensive field. Lava and spatial strength, against his powers the demon was insignificant…

 "AARRGHH!!" Before Gil-Garna could complete his thought, he screamed out once again. Blood sprayed and multiple wounds appeared on his body.

What was going on? A couple of swords managed to penetrate his body. The barrier was up so how?

 Blood trickled down his nose and fell onto one of the swords. That was when he realised!! These swords, they were not just any ordinary swords but high ranked [S] tier swords. Every single one that stabbed into his body, all of them were [S] ranked.

This!! Gil-Garna's eyes widened amongst the pain. [S] ranked weapons, each and every one of them was considered an extremely rare treasure. No matter where they appeared in the world they would create chaos of people wanting to possess them.

Even the Wyvern blade which was made of a Wyvern's fang in his possession and was comparable to [S] tier, was something he acquired after much difficulty.

It was common sense that a weapon as unique and rare as the [S] tier wouldn't appear often. Yet as if wanting to topple that understanding in its head, multiple high ranking weapons appeared on the demon.

What's more, he was even using them as sumptuously as if they were not any high ranking treasures but some vegetables you can just buy from the market.

How could one not be envious and baffled by this display? However, no matter how many times he questioned the event, the proof was right in front of him stabbing into his body.

BURST… BURST… BURST… as if saying that it was not the end, multiple more swords penetrated through the lava sphere surrounding him and came for his life.

Spatial Strength… relying on that illusory ability of his once again, Gil-Garna managed to somehow stop the attacks and move out of the way. However, the demon was already tracking every movement of his and ready with his next move by then.

"Tch, he realised"

The ogre king grit his teeth parrying all the attacks and magic thrown at him. Even though he was able to use Spatial Strength, it was not a complete mastery.

No matter how powerful and talented he was, in essence he was still level 799. He had yet to step into level 800. What he possessed could only be said to be Quasi Mastery. The ability to manipulate space… had it been the true mastery of Spatial Strength, the demon wouldn't have been able to break the space as easily.