Capítulo 171: Wool Vest
Emile cast a glance at his towering tree one last time before returning his attention to Roy. Although the boy wasn't the strongest of the bunch, he was a vital information gatherer for the team.
"Where's the next one?!" Emile shouted above the apocalyptic booms that spread throughout the forest.
"There!" Roy shouted in return, his finger now pointing in another direction.
"Okay! This is what we're gonna do! Blood, you protect Roy. Willow, fight the strongest beast on the battlefield! And I'll take whatever Roy tells me to!" Emile shouted out orders.
"Got it!"
"If you say so!"
Emile followed Roy's finger until he saw a stampede of smaller creatures. An army of the Corrupted Raptors were trudging through the tree line, appearing through the darkness like the boogy-man in the night.
Emile sighed in relief. Ever since he lost his weapon he's been worried about fighting and he's hesitant to use the saplings from Underneath, he just doesn't know what they do or how his new ability actually works.
He momentarily retreated within himself, searching his soul core for the new relic he was rewarded for slaying the Mammuthus.
[Soul Rank: Enlightened]
[Soul Saturation: 108/5000]
[Soul Essence: 732/1000
[Gift: Breath of Essence]
[Description: Accelerate cell growth and division and increase soul essence production]
[Enhancement: Breath of Essence is applied to self]
[Ability: Hundred Saplings]
[Description: Sacrifice one sapling for many]
[Relics: Enlightened Nimbus Charm, Leliurium Wool Vest]
Emile immediately summoned his new vest, he was disappointed he didn't receive a weapon, but anything from a beast of that caliber should reward him with something good.
The vest's silhouette started to take shape. It was a dark brown, wool knitted vest with a criss-cross stitch as its main design and a rope pattern adorning its edges.
It had five buttons running down the left breast and a sleek collar that, when flipped up, covered Emile's face up to his eyes.
Its finishing touches began to meld with reality as two long sleeves protruded down Emile's arms with the same criss-cross stitch as before. Emile stopped and momentarily wondered why it was called a vest, but ultimately decided not to argue with his soul core.
He inspected his vest, hoping the wool was indestructible or else he would be in a world of trouble.
[Leliurium Wool Vest]
[Description: Forged from the essence of an ascended being, the Mammuthus once ruled the plains, but a sudden invader, blacker than the void, ousted its place as King and sentenced the Mammuthus along with its species to eternal servitude under xxxxxx's authority]
[Effects: • Cold Immune • Mammuthus' Hide (25% physical resistance) • Leliurium's Marking (unknown)]
Emile absorbed this information in an instant. He frowned at the vest's final effect, he was used to the crossing out of names in the history of relics, but to have an unknown effect was new… and concerning.
However, the other two effects were pretty good. For one, his soul core specifically used the word 'immune' instead of 'resistant' so Emile was confident that meant the cold would never affect him.
In addition, twenty-five percent physical damage resistance was not a flat number. If his guess was correct, which it was, then twenty-five percent of any physical attack would be effectively absorbed.
Depending on the attacker, that could be an insignificant amount of damage or it could be the difference between Emile surviving a blow.
It was extremely useful.
With his vest and amulet in tow, Emile dug his heels into the loose dirt and charged towards the Corrupted Raptors. He slowly dripped essence into his bloodstream, allowing it to equally spread throughout his body.
That way, when activated, Emile will receive a smaller overall boost to his strength rather than an explosive blast occurring within targeted muscle groups.
He arrived in front of the Raptor's and immediately slammed his knee into the skull of the leading beast. Its snout inverted, its eye sockets shattered, and its now shredded bone fragments ricocheted back into its brain — blending it from the inside.
Before the other raptors could react, Emile activated Nimbus and flashed through the army of beasts, arriving in the center of the stampede.
All the monsters around him came to a raging halt and then began to circle Emile, trapping him in a cage of their design.
As the beasts circled him, Emile watched them diligently. He slowly counted the number of raptors, he couldn't let a single one escape.
When he finished, he immediately flashed again and crashed into the revolving ring. His fists moved until they were a blur, striking with lethal precision at the raptor's weak points.
Bones shattered, blood coagulated, and tormenting cries erupted from Emile's location.
He dropped low, evading a lunging strike from one of the raptor's. The beast soared above his head, but before it could land, Emile pushed his legs into the ground and rocketed up.
He wrapped his arms around the beast's torso, capturing it in the air, before pulling it back down and slamming the beast's back into the ground. Emile felt its spine snap between his fingers and a satisfying grin spread across his face.
Another raptor lunged towards him, but Emile didn't panic. Instead he activated the essence coursing through his veins and clenched his fist.
He threw a heavy punch forward, twisting his waist to get maximum momentum. His fist collided with the beast's open maw and its pungent fangs cracked and broke from Emile's punch.
But his strike wasn't complete, Emile's fist entered the beast's mouth and slammed into the back of the creature's throat. The raptor flew back, colliding with its brethren before collapsing to the ground.
It started to violently puke up pools of black blood and heave incessantly, but the shockwave of Emile's punch rattled the raptor's insides so severely that its airways collapsed.
The beast continued to struggle, but without its airways it was hopeless and soon after it suffocated to death. Emile easily transitioned from his heavy punch into a roundhouse kick, cracking the jaw of another lunging raptor and sentencing it to grovel beneath him.
Emile wiped the sweat off his forehead, he slicked his hair back and looked around. The raptor's were already annihilated.
He flashed across the battlefield and arrived at Roy's side once more, a ring of crystalized blood revolving around the boy like a hula hoop.
Noticing Spright's return, Roy didn't even say anything as he raised his finger and pointed in a new direction. Emile followed and flashed across the battlefield, lacking any hint of hesitancy.
They were now halfway back to the camp, but the monster's seemed to be endless and Emile was the only one with such a rich essence pool.
They needed to finish this quickly, but Emile didn't know how. He was already doing his best and he couldn't help but internally lament at his lack of proper large scale abilities.
Emile was single-target damage orientated.
Willow was single-target damage oriented.
Roy… Well, he participated.
Blood was their only source of wide, area effecting damage, but even then, Blood's ability couldn't penetrate most of the higher ranking monster's swarming them.
A light bulb suddenly ignited in Emile's mind, he looked over his shoulder at his oldest companion:
'Why hasn't Blood transcended yet?'
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