Chapter 554: Amazed
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Chapter 554 Amazed
Michael used a Soul Tear on Glacicle as a small experiment and he noticed a huge difference at once.
Glacicle's potency increased by more than 30%, increasing Glacicle's power and characteristics drastically. It was much easier to manifest and shape Glacicles and various new notions to use Glacicle formed in his mind.
Michael decided to test out one of the ideas that had popped up in his Mind. He manifested a small azure flame and coated it in a Glacicle. Fusing the azure flame with the Glacicle was not supposed to work out but by strengthening Glacicle's inside to temporarily seal Zeroa's mythical flames, it was possible.
He decided to name the attack Pyrocle Spear, a blazing spear blade frozen in eternal ice, and released the attack into a group of enemies further away. The enemies numbered in the tens of thousand. There were more than enough targets to experiment with, especially since the majority of their combat power ranged from Peak Tier-1 to Low Tier-2. Dealing with them was not an issue, though their arithmetical advantage was a bit bothersome.
The Pyrocle Spear shot through the air with a terrific velocity. It was much faster than the azure lances and impacted heavily, or so one would think. Michael willed the ice sealing the mythical flames to shatter, bursting into countless tiny shrapnels, right before they impacted their target. The mythical flames that had been compressed and sealed into the Glacicle, erupted with tremendous power, pushing the glacicle shrapnels further ahead.
The ice shrapnels dug deep into the enemies, whereas the explosive mythical flames burned everyone who was too close to the center of the eruption. "That was decent, but not great," Michael analyzed his attack critically. It was okay for his first time, but the damage paled in comparison to what he could have done with ordinary azure lances. Nonetheless, the attack had potential. All he had to do was practice a lot and alter a few steps and characteristics to increase its lethality.
Most Awakened and stronger Soldiers were already busy fighting at the frontlines. Those who stayed back in the camp were either exhausted, or injured, or they had been working on different things. They never expected someone to be able to breach their spatial interference and attack them this brazenly.
Michael and his subordinates swept through the rows of tents, their attacks ferocious and merciless. The Holy Knights and other younger Summons who'd never participated in a large-scale battle, or massacre, were still hesitant, but they understood quickly enough that their lives were on the line. A single mistake was enough to kill them, or someone they cared about. Michael was glad that his subordinates worked well together. They listened to his orders and executed his plan with deadly precision. It was only a matter of time before they claimed the lives of every enemy who was still in the camp, leaving the remaining enemies on the battlefield with no place to retreat.
However, conquering the camp was not enough for the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs. They were overflowing with excitement and entered a frenzy. The Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs could barely distinguish their friends from foes at this point. They developed into killing machines that sought the deaths of their enemies to quench their thirst.
Michael didn't like that. Therefore, he intervened. He used the Links of Loyalty to command them to hold back a little, forcing the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs out of their frenzy. Their dissatisfaction and irritation proliferate through the Links of Loyalty and impacted heavily, however, Michael did not care. He had to control his subordinates to ensure their survival. 'It makes sense why so many Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs die on the battlefield. This will be troublesome once Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs start working closely with my Summons.' Michael realized.
He shook his head and sighed heavily. Their enemies numbered in the tens of thousands, yet the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs wanted to charge at them. They wanted to leave the relatively safe environment of the camp to dash onto the battlefield without a plan. They didn't even wait for their allies and moved out alone.
"You can join the battle again, but use your damn head, please. Your heads are not for decoration. You're allowed to use them!" Michael bellowed, using his presence as Lord and the Links of Loyalty to convey to everyone that he was not going to accept disobedience. He wouldn't train anyone who was going to get themselves killed for no reason. If that's what they wanted to do, they should do so alone without endangering their comrades-in-arms. 'You guys won't get any Soultraits from me if you act like this. I'm not giving those treasures to people who'll end up dead a month later, either way.' Conquering the camp was the most important goal to cut off the army from their pseudo-kingdom. The army of the Council of Xylon was surrounded by enemies and they didn't have a place to hide anymore. Charging mindlessly at them was stupid. It was much better to use proper tactics now that they gained a small advantage. Michael forwarded a few commands to his subordinates via Whispering Energy. He repetitively told them to be careful and to use Elemental Might with the help of their Lesser Elemental partner. Once all commands had been relayed, the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs moved out. They moved with great precision and...disappeared.
Stinger transported the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs to a different spot. They reappeared near a group of Mages, Supporters, and Healers. In the next instance, the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs did what they were best at. They fought and killed.The debut release of this chapter happened at N0v3l--B1n.
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Chapter 554 Amazed
Michael used a Soul Tear on Glacicle as a small experiment and he noticed a huge difference at once.
Glacicle's potency increased by more than 30%, increasing Glacicle's power and characteristics drastically. It was much easier to manifest and shape Glacicles and various new notions to use Glacicle formed in his mind.
Michael decided to test out one of the ideas that had popped up in his Mind. He manifested a small azure flame and coated it in a Glacicle. Fusing the azure flame with the Glacicle was not supposed to work out but by strengthening Glacicle's inside to temporarily seal Zeroa's mythical flames, it was possible.
He decided to name the attack Pyrocle Spear, a blazing spear blade frozen in eternal ice, and released the attack into a group of enemies further away. The enemies numbered in the tens of thousand. There were more than enough targets to experiment with, especially since the majority of their combat power ranged from Peak Tier-1 to Low Tier-2. Dealing with them was not an issue, though their arithmetical advantage was a bit bothersome.
The Pyrocle Spear shot through the air with a terrific velocity. It was much faster than the azure lances and impacted heavily, or so one would think. Michael willed the ice sealing the mythical flames to shatter, bursting into countless tiny shrapnels, right before they impacted their target. The mythical flames that had been compressed and sealed into the Glacicle, erupted with tremendous power, pushing the glacicle shrapnels further ahead.
The ice shrapnels dug deep into the enemies, whereas the explosive mythical flames burned everyone who was too close to the center of the eruption. "That was decent, but not great," Michael analyzed his attack critically. It was okay for his first time, but the damage paled in comparison to what he could have done with ordinary azure lances. Nonetheless, the attack had potential. All he had to do was practice a lot and alter a few steps and characteristics to increase its lethality.
Most Awakened and stronger Soldiers were already busy fighting at the frontlines. Those who stayed back in the camp were either exhausted, or injured, or they had been working on different things. They never expected someone to be able to breach their spatial interference and attack them this brazenly.
Michael and his subordinates swept through the rows of tents, their attacks ferocious and merciless. The Holy Knights and other younger Summons who'd never participated in a large-scale battle, or massacre, were still hesitant, but they understood quickly enough that their lives were on the line. A single mistake was enough to kill them, or someone they cared about. Michael was glad that his subordinates worked well together. They listened to his orders and executed his plan with deadly precision. It was only a matter of time before they claimed the lives of every enemy who was still in the camp, leaving the remaining enemies on the battlefield with no place to retreat.
However, conquering the camp was not enough for the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs. They were overflowing with excitement and entered a frenzy. The Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs could barely distinguish their friends from foes at this point. They developed into killing machines that sought the deaths of their enemies to quench their thirst.
Michael didn't like that. Therefore, he intervened. He used the Links of Loyalty to command them to hold back a little, forcing the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs out of their frenzy. Their dissatisfaction and irritation proliferate through the Links of Loyalty and impacted heavily, however, Michael did not care. He had to control his subordinates to ensure their survival. 'It makes sense why so many Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs die on the battlefield. This will be troublesome once Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs start working closely with my Summons.' Michael realized.
He shook his head and sighed heavily. Their enemies numbered in the tens of thousands, yet the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs wanted to charge at them. They wanted to leave the relatively safe environment of the camp to dash onto the battlefield without a plan. They didn't even wait for their allies and moved out alone.
"You can join the battle again, but use your damn head, please. Your heads are not for decoration. You're allowed to use them!" Michael bellowed, using his presence as Lord and the Links of Loyalty to convey to everyone that he was not going to accept disobedience. He wouldn't train anyone who was going to get themselves killed for no reason. If that's what they wanted to do, they should do so alone without endangering their comrades-in-arms. 'You guys won't get any Soultraits from me if you act like this. I'm not giving those treasures to people who'll end up dead a month later, either way.' Conquering the camp was the most important goal to cut off the army from their pseudo-kingdom. The army of the Council of Xylon was surrounded by enemies and they didn't have a place to hide anymore. Charging mindlessly at them was stupid. It was much better to use proper tactics now that they gained a small advantage. Michael forwarded a few commands to his subordinates via Whispering Energy. He repetitively told them to be careful and to use Elemental Might with the help of their Lesser Elemental partner. Once all commands had been relayed, the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs moved out. They moved with great precision and...disappeared.
Stinger transported the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs to a different spot. They reappeared near a group of Mages, Supporters, and Healers. In the next instance, the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs did what they were best at. They fought and killed.The debut release of this chapter happened at N0v3l--B1n.
Chapter 554 Amazed Michael used a Soul Tear on Glacicle as a small experiment and he noticed a huge difference at once. Glacicle's potency increased by more than 30%, increasing Glacicle's power and characteristics drastically. It was much easier to manifest and shape Glacicles and various new notions to use Glacicle formed in his mind. Michael decided to test out one of the ideas that had popped up in his Mind. He manifested a small azure flame and coated it in a Glacicle. Fusing the azure flame with the Glacicle was not supposed to work out but by strengthening Glacicle's inside to temporarily seal Zeroa's mythical flames, it was possible. He decided to name the attack Pyrocle Spear, a blazing spear blade frozen in eternal ice, and released the attack into a group of enemies further away. The enemies numbered in the tens of thousand. There were more than enough targets to experiment with, especially since the majority of their combat power ranged from Peak Tier-1 to Low Tier-2. Dealing with them was not an issue, though their arithmetical advantage was a bit bothersome. The Pyrocle Spear shot through the air with a terrific velocity. It was much faster than the azure lances and impacted heavily, or so one would think. Michael willed the ice sealing the mythical flames to shatter, bursting into countless tiny shrapnels, right before they impacted their target. The mythical flames that had been compressed and sealed into the Glacicle, erupted with tremendous power, pushing the glacicle shrapnels further ahead. The ice shrapnels dug deep into the enemies, whereas the explosive mythical flames burned everyone who was too close to the center of the eruption. "That was decent, but not great," Michael analyzed his attack critically. It was okay for his first time, but the damage paled in comparison to what he could have done with ordinary azure lances. Nonetheless, the attack had potential. All he had to do was practice a lot and alter a few steps and characteristics to increase its lethality. Most Awakened and stronger Soldiers were already busy fighting at the frontlines. Those who stayed back in the camp were either exhausted, or injured, or they had been working on different things. They never expected someone to be able to breach their spatial interference and attack them this brazenly. Michael and his subordinates swept through the rows of tents, their attacks ferocious and merciless. The Holy Knights and other younger Summons who'd never participated in a large-scale battle, or massacre, were still hesitant, but they understood quickly enough that their lives were on the line. A single mistake was enough to kill them, or someone they cared about. Michael was glad that his subordinates worked well together. They listened to his orders and executed his plan with deadly precision. It was only a matter of time before they claimed the lives of every enemy who was still in the camp, leaving the remaining enemies on the battlefield with no place to retreat. However, conquering the camp was not enough for the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs. They were overflowing with excitement and entered a frenzy. The Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs could barely distinguish their friends from foes at this point. They developed into killing machines that sought the deaths of their enemies to quench their thirst. Michael didn't like that. Therefore, he intervened. He used the Links of Loyalty to command them to hold back a little, forcing the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs out of their frenzy. Their dissatisfaction and irritation proliferate through the Links of Loyalty and impacted heavily, however, Michael did not care. He had to control his subordinates to ensure their survival. 'It makes sense why so many Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs die on the battlefield. This will be troublesome once Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs start working closely with my Summons.' Michael realized. He shook his head and sighed heavily. Their enemies numbered in the tens of thousands, yet the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs wanted to charge at them. They wanted to leave the relatively safe environment of the camp to dash onto the battlefield without a plan. They didn't even wait for their allies and moved out alone. "You can join the battle again, but use your damn head, please. Your heads are not for decoration. You're allowed to use them!" Michael bellowed, using his presence as Lord and the Links of Loyalty to convey to everyone that he was not going to accept disobedience. He wouldn't train anyone who was going to get themselves killed for no reason. If that's what they wanted to do, they should do so alone without endangering their comrades-in-arms. 'You guys won't get any Soultraits from me if you act like this. I'm not giving those treasures to people who'll end up dead a month later, either way.' Conquering the camp was the most important goal to cut off the army from their pseudo-kingdom. The army of the Council of Xylon was surrounded by enemies and they didn't have a place to hide anymore. Charging mindlessly at them was stupid. It was much better to use proper tactics now that they gained a small advantage. Michael forwarded a few commands to his subordinates via Whispering Energy. He repetitively told them to be careful and to use Elemental Might with the help of their Lesser Elemental partner. Once all commands had been relayed, the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs moved out. They moved with great precision and...disappeared. Stinger transported the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs to a different spot. They reappeared near a group of Mages, Supporters, and Healers. In the next instance, the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs did what they were best at. They fought and killed.The debut release of this chapter happened at N0v3l--B1n.
