Ch.311 Unique Techniques

    “INGIDA! NOOO!”

    “RASHKAAAAAA!”

    “MIRON!!!!”

    “KILL THEM! KILL THEM!!!”

    Osmont, the Supreme Dragon of Fire, felt his temperature drop as heard the cries that were a result of his blunder. The enemy side had released a heavily charged fire attack that he had taken upon himself to defend against. He had used his innate skill [Bloom] that was - on the surface - a regular fireball technique that was smaller and more spheric than it should be, but in reality, it was a heavily compressed ball of fire that would become a nightmare on impact, revealing its true form and laying waste to its surroundings.

    This was the best technique to defend against other magic projectiles whilst they were still far away because both attacks would explode against each other harmlessly. Ordinary techniques would not cut it. If a regular magic projectile tried to intercept another one, the stronger one would just go through the other and the weaker one would dissipate. But special techniques like Bloom had the focused property of detonating itself and everything else around it.

    Like this, he had saved many lives that could have been flattened if it wasn’t for his timely Bloom’s, but this time, he had encountered an unexpected scenario.

    When Bloom collided with the enemy’s attack it had exploded itself and the attack as intended, but instead of things ending there, the enemy attack had split into smaller pieces (pieces which has still been big by normal standards) and continued their path to his allies below.

    Before his stunned eyes, explosion after explosion claimed life after life, and the friends of those now-deceased (or heavily injured) were screaming with fury or fear.

    Osmont took a moment to do just as he was instructed before blatantly lying. =What do you mean, my King? I am as calm as ever.=

    There was a pause, and then an amused voice replied =And I am sure your scales are also as blue as ever= It took a certain level of skill to convey emotions in telepathic speech but of course the King was capable.

    =Of course, my King.= Osmont replied, feeling slightly better with the light banter.

    =Great, now get your blue scaled rump back on task. Keep defending, keep looking harmless. It’s almost time for us to- actually wait. If you immediately retreat after moving forward like this, it might look suspicious. Send one good attack and then return. Not a scary one though, just a standard.=

    =With pleasure, my King.= Osmont responded as he chucked aloud.

    Although he had paused to converse with his King, it shouldn’t have aroused suspicion. He manipulated his mana to prepare his attack.

    He opened his mouth wide and shot out a gigantic ball of flames after pretending to charge it up. An insignificant skill like this didn’t need to be charged. He spent more effort resisting the urge to increase its projectile speed to a point where it would become a big problem for the other side and consequently attract more attention.

    He really, really wanted to kill that creature though. Maybe it would fail to defend? He could only hope.

    No matter what, he would never ruin the plans that Gaia herself had come up with. Besides, in the next phase, even if he couldn’t kill the creature now, he would have a very, very good chance of doing it then.

    ‘All according to the will of Gaia.’ He thought reverently.