Monster Integration

Crack Crack Crack

The whole prison melted and covered my shields into twenty-four layers, and now all these layers are burning in the fire so thick that it feels like it is a liquid.

The power of fire and physical pressing of twenty-four layers have reached such a degree that now, it has begun to crack my extremly powerful shields that very few people have done; half of my shields have already been covered in the cracks, while the cracks are slowly spreading into the other half.

The Black Sharkman Fasra is watching everything with clear eyes; its face seems unreadable with its emotions being calmed down, but if looked at clearly, they will see the faint shadow of a smile on its lips.

It is happy, and it isn’t able to hide it.

Well, if I had been in its place, I would have been happy too. Killing me would not only give it the resource of origin from the covens, but it will also get the large number of individual rewards that hundreds of tribes of Grimms posted on my head.

It will make sacrificing the ancestral artifact very much worth it.

It will be more than worth it, considering the boost resource of origin provides to one, and to be honest, I am quite jealous of bastard seeing it had found the resource of origin that is suitable for it.

These resources are very few begin with that even Grand Lord could not find something that is suitable for them. If it is able to use it currently, then forget reaching the absolute peak of High-Grandmaster class; this bastard would reach close to the Grand Lords and with a very good chance of reaching that stage.

Those supremes treasures are different from others; once one finds the one that is suitable for one, one will rise. As long as they do not die, they will have a real shot at becoming the Grand Lord.

I have only seen two people who have the perfect chance to become a Grand Lord; one is even crowned the Grand Lord. Lady Vivian already has the power of the Grand Lord, and if she wishes, she has a high chance to enter that level.

The second is Rai; as long as he does not die, he will become a Grand Lord; looking at recent data, I do not think it is going long; in less than three years, he will become a Grand Lord.

Shaking my head from the daydreams of the thoughts of Grand Lord class, I focused on my current predicament, which is quite bad.

The cracks have already covered the 70% of the shields and keep spreading without slowing down. If I did not do anything, the cracks would spread on all the shields, and they will break, and the only way I could stop it was to collapse this move or kill the Grimm, both of these options are not easy.

I did not make any unnecessary move; I kept looking at the widening cracks before turning to Fasra, whose emotions were now spilling, with a small smile on its face is everyone to see.

It did not talk to me, nor did I to it; I think our battle has reached past the taunts and praises, and now the only thing that matter is killing one another Fasra is completely focused on that, and so was I.

I stared at Fasra for a couple of seconds before closing my eyes for a second, looking at the preparation it was making. “Faster, the cracks have already covered the 80% of the shields,” I informed my clone, who was busy with the formation before opening my eyes.

It might not look like it, but we are still fighting intensely, each one in its own way; I through my secret methods and it through its crushing force and both of us believe we will win.

‘I will win,’ I said to myself, and I will; those are not just comforting words; it is a truth that I believe will happen.

Fasra did not give me the battle I was hoping to get from it, it was too cautious, but I am not willing to let it go for another chance of a great fight, which would be idiocy. If I can kill a powerful enemy, I will kill it; it does not matter whether it gives me a satisfactory battle or not.

Especially the enemies like Fasra, who are terrifying; since the Navar ruin, it had killed and heavily injured one High-Grandmaster, whose injuries were so grave, I had to heal him myself.

It had also killed three Grandmasters, eleven Masters, thirty-six leaders, and many more; letting it leave alive will be a huge risk, especially since that thing is coming; a Grandmaster such as this powerful bloodline has the highest risk of reaching Grand Lords.

So, even if I have to pay a high price, I will kill this bastard.

‘Hurry,’ I have asked my clone when the cracks have covered the 90% of the shields and still spreading; they are now spreading even faster, I barely have a minute and a half before it covered my shields completely and it would burst apart; I don’t think I will live for more than a second after that.

91%, 92%, 93%, 94%, 95%, 96%, 97%

‘Fuck!’ I couldn’t help but curse as the cracks had covered 97% of the shield’s surface, three percent more, and I would  fucked.

Buzz!

‘Its finished!’ said the clone and immediately activated the formation; while I wished it would work as I had expected, I was paying too much of the price for it to fail. The resources I am using in this formation are extremly rare and valuable, and it is feeling quite painful to use them, but I have no other choice.

I could get these resources but my life, and for it, if I have to use every resource I have in my storage, I will do it, no matter how much my heart bleeds.

The energy came from my core and spread everywhere while I watched with bated breath.

The energy is simply neutralizing energy that I am using against the powerful energies of fire that drilling into my fire and above the capacity of my what my shields could handle. I am hoping this energy would deal with energies of fire while my shields became focused on resisting the physical force of twenty-four layers around it.

A few seconds passed, and cracks had reached 99%, but there was no fear in my eyes but a smile; the energy was working. It is neutralizing nearly all the energies that are coming at shields, and now my shields are completely free to defend against the pressing of twenty-four layers.

I did not waste any time and immediately made changes to my shields to divert their defense into physical pressing.

It took a few seconds for Fasra to notice what was happening and when it did, its expressions changed in that almost comical way. Its eyes became wide as saucers as it saw my shields very slowly healing the cracks, and I felt it increasing the power, but it was not much affecting the results.

The energy working as expected, and the shields are healing, and now it is time I completely focused on getting Fasra inside my core and harvesting that delicious, delicious bloodline of it.