This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 149 - 136 Insane Devouring Insane Evolution_2
Chapter 149: Chapter 136: Insane Devouring, Insane Evolution_2
Chapter 149 -136: Insane Devouring, Insane Evolution_2
Having taken such a heavy blow, the young dragon convulsed wildly, rolling about as its body quickly shrank, astonishingly reverting to its human form. Geronimo’s body shrank while spinning, Hoffman Ironfist hadn’t anticipated this move. His legs, which had been tightly clamped around the dragon’s horns, relaxed, and he was flung away by Geronimo.
Geronimo’s transformation was but a momentary act; after tossing aside his enemy, he once again took on his dragon form.
This was Shapeshifting, originally intended to deceive others by altering one’s appearance.
But Geronimo had cleverly used the transformation from dragon to human to extricate himself from trouble.
Not only that, the wound on Geronimo’s head was also healing rapidly, making Hoffman Ironfist frown repeatedly.
This dragon was very strange; although Giant Dragons had disappeared many years ago, he had never heard of one with such a strong self-healing capability.
Hoffman Ironfist did not attack rashly, but instead carefully observed Geronimo’s situation and noticed that after healing his wounds, his swollen belly had noticeably shrunk.
Hoffman Ironfist thought, “Could it be he’s stuffed his belly with Healing Potions?”
Healing Potions could indeed heal external injuries quickly, but Hoffman Ironfist felt something was amiss. There’s also a resistance to such potions; consuming large amounts of Healing Potion in a short time would only decrease its effectiveness.
What Hoffman Ironfist didn’t know was that Geronimo’s belly wasn’t filled with Healing Potion, but with flesh.
The Dwarf Iron Guards were left with only their heads, the rest of their bodies already swallowed into his belly. The Arcane Knight tried to flee but was repeatedly beaten back by Geronimo, who forcefully kept him in the infernal fires of Hell, where countless Demons drained all his mana, ultimately leading to being devoured by him.
But it wasn’t just Dwarves that Geronimo had devoured; also included were the Demons summoned from the Gates of Hell. After swallowing the Legendary Arcane Knight, Geronimo’s body underwent another transformation, completing his shift into dragon form.
Then, he felt an even more intense hunger.
To the Giant Dragon, the flesh of Dwarves or Demons was different only in taste – there were many more Demons before him than there were Dwarves.
Geronimo began an indiscriminate slaughter. He devoured two Balor Flame Demons, not to mention countless smaller ones. It’s likely that not even the Demons expected to encounter such a frenzied beast; they weren’t overwhelmed by an enemy but devoured by their summoner, scattering them in every direction.
The consumed flesh became nourishment for his body, and what was left was stored in his belly to facilitate rapid recovery when injured.
“Hmph, let’s see how long you can keep recovering!”
Hoffman Ironfist stomped several times in midair, turning the air into walls and using their rebounding force to charge toward Geronimo again.
This Martial Monk’s midair posture seemed even more agile than a dragon’s, forcing Geronimo to turn and run.
In terms of agility and quick turns, Geronimo was no match for Hoffman Ironfist – once closed in, the Monk’s fists could beat him to death.
But if it was just a straight line flight, Geronimo was slightly faster than Hoffman Ironfist.
The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, quickly created distance between them.
Suddenly, Hoffman Ironfist felt an intense heat, as if the air itself was ablaze, making his breathing halt for a moment.
“Flame Spirit Light? Isn’t that a Flame Demon’s ability?!”
Hoffman Ironfist felt very odd; this dragon didn’t seem normal in any respect.
He was preparing to channel his energy to negate the damage from the Flame Spirit Light when he saw a dazzling red light emerge on Geronimo’s tail, and a whip made of magic in the form of flames extended from his tail, lashing toward Hoffman Ironfist.
What kind of outrageous technique was this?
Hoffman Ironfist, who had fought battles all his life, had never seen such a move before.
The whip broke the sound barrier as it cracked through the air, aiming for Hoffman Ironfist.
It seemed to hit, but the figure of his opponent shattered like glass, revealing it was only an afterimage.
Hoffman Ironfist once again used the power of his chi to burst forth with terrifying speed, hoping to catch his opponent off guard. Unfortunately, he failed because following the flame whip came a Thunderous Wave!
The spell was not overly damaging, but its knockback effect was particularly strong. Hoffman Ironfist was repelled by the force, and his plan to close the distance once again fell through.
“This Giant Dragon is just too tough to handle!”
Hoffman Ironfist clearly felt that the dragon’s combat skills were getting stronger, as it seemed to have begun sensing the flow of the Martial Monk’s chi, allowing it to detect and react to Hoffman Ironfist’s moves immediately.
In that moment of distraction, the flame whip lashed out at Hoffman Ironfist once again, nearly binding his body.
Luckily, being short in stature made dodging much easier for the Dwarf. But while he evaded the whip, he couldn’t escape the following three successive Mana Bursts.
Crimson energy exploded upon Hoffman Ironfist. Although it didn’t cause much injury, the powerful knockback sent him flying further away, widening the gap between them.
The ensuing fight seemed to fall completely into the dragon’s rhythm. Every time Hoffman Ironfist tried to use his Martial Monk skills to close the distance, the dragon would detect it in advance.
As soon as the chi circulated, the foe would recklessly throw Magic, using Mana Bursts and Thunderous Waves to push back, and protective spells like Shields and Aegis Armor to securely guard itself.
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This left Hoffman Ironfist utterly unable to find any openings.
Armed with iron fists capable of smashing his opponent, yet he couldn’t find a second chance to attack.
Although the opponent couldn’t do much damage to Hoffman Ironfist either, continuing like this was not good because the duration of the Flight Spell was limited.
Just as he was thinking this, Hoffman Ironfist suddenly felt a weight upon him—surprisingly, the effects of the Flight Spell had prematurely vanished.
“Anti-Magic Field? Since when?!”
Hoffman Ironfist suddenly realized he was enveloped in an Anti-Magic Field, and the effects of the Flight Spell disappeared instantly.
Hoffman Ironfist quickly understood—the Anti-Magic Field had been unfolded in midair for some time; the dragon had led the fight’s rhythm, luring him into this Magic Barrier.
From the beginning, it had set a trap, waiting for Hoffman Ironfist to fall into it.
Without the support of the Flight Spell, the Legendary Monk found it difficult to maintain his previous agility, and Hoffman Ironfist suddenly felt a flutter of panic. Driven by a surge of courage to break free, he found himself unnerved by the danger. When was the last time he faced peril on the battlefield?
It seemed to be when his hand was severed by a Paladin of the Laine Empire.
From that day, he had left the front lines and turned from a general into a politician.
His will had been severed that day as well, like a bone that had been broken once; even though it had healed, it became exceedingly fragile.
In the moment his battle spirit collapsed, the chi flowing through Hoffman Ironfist stagnated.
Geronimo acutely sensed this change, seizing the fleeting moment of weakness and biting down on Hoffman Ironfist’s body with his mouth.
Several pieces of automatically defensive Magic Equipment activated, but none could withstand Geronimo’s sharp teeth.
The Giant Dragon’s deadly bite pierced Hoffman Ironfist’s body, reducing the Martial Monk to a mere lump of flesh without his chi’s protection.
Hoffman Ironfist still wanted to struggle, but the dragon’s teeth seemed to carry a deadly poison that paralyzed his entire body the moment they pierced him.
Claws rent Hoffman Ironfist’s body apart, and blood drifted from the sky, along with his silver-gray iron fists, all descending towards the ground.
Geronimo madly devoured the flesh of this Legendary warrior, not sparing a single bone.
His body grew once more, becoming more and more like a Giant Dragon, but Geronimo felt an even more intense hunger: “Not enough, still not enough, I need to consume more Legends!”
