Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1581 - 545: Whose Hunt Is It? (Part 2)

"Grek, why don't you handle this? I'll head over to assist Luen with that boy."

"Eh? Hela, do we really need to bother?" The god called Grek towered at seventy to eighty meters high, his head adorned with a jeweled crown and his form encased in gleaming golden armor.

What stunned onlookers was the multitude of arms sprouting all over his frame, plain for anyone to see, marking him clearly as the Evil God revered by the Cult of Amputation.

He had already secured the skulls of a Green Dragon and a Red Dragon onto a pair of arms at his rear, forcing the dragon heads to unleash flames and acid wildly in all directions.

"We should smash these pests ahead of us right away, then finish off that human emperor aiming to reignite the Divine Fire—that's the real priority."

"Exactly, Luen won't go down that quick, so let's tackle what's happening now."

"Fine." Hela gave a nod.

Though deep down she felt the Blasphemer needed swift elimination before he could grow further, pressing issues demanded attention first.

Their main goal on this mission was wiping out the emperor of the human Empire, nothing more.

With each passing moment, the avatars they had summoned by force would diminish in strength steadily.

Besides, she detected Luen's presence lingering, which meant the Blasphemer's recent attack hadn't taken him out.

Over on the Empire's side.

"Rein is way too powerful! He just soloed a Divine Incarnation?" Sword Saint Lambert gazed at the distant mushroom cloud hanging in the sky, completely floored.

He'd figured that reaching Sword Saint level would let him catch up a good deal to Rein, yet looking at this, had the distance shrunk even a bit?

On the contrary, it felt like the gap was widening more and more!

"No, that's not quite it—the foe's only wounded, not beaten yet." Menia peered sharper than Lambert, picking up on the God of Hunting Luen's ongoing aura, which hadn't faded away.

"That's... 'Molten Core Flame'!" Elder Ivan, bound by contract to a Red Dragon himself, instantly recognized Rein deploying the Red Dragon Secret Technique 'Molten Core Flame'.

"But how can that be?" Elder Ivan's eyes bulged as he muttered under his breath.

Everyone knew the Molten Core Flame secret technique demanded at least three Extreme Old Dragon-level Red Dragons working together, much like human Wizards teaming up for a High Rank Witch Array.

No lone Red Dragon could pull it off solo.

Still, Rein had managed it.

The rest of the Imperial Guardians linked to Red Dragons displayed looks of sheer amazement too, clearly spotting the same anomaly.

As for the nobles and fighters gathered in the arena, their spirits soared high!

"Is that truly Rein? Incredible stuff."

"Bet that God of Hunting got vaporized in the blast, huh?"

"Hope Rein didn't take too much damage?"

...

Far off in the sky.

The Dark Silver Dragon form of Rein was soaked in blood, with barely any scales left whole.

Though he'd aimed to restrain the God of Hunting Luen, Rein couldn't dodge the blast from his own Molten Core Flame, taking heavy damage; luckily, his exceptional physique and healing power kicked in fast, mending the injuries swiftly.

By contrast, the God of Hunting Luen's condition looked far worse off than Rein's.

One eye gone blind, his left arm shredded from palm to elbow, his skin nowhere unmarred—mostly burned black and trailing heavy smoke.

Still, his wounds regenerated at a rapid pace too.

What troubled Rein most was how Luen's power had dipped, yet the danger he posed had ramped up rather than eased.

It felt like doom loomed right around the corner.

"Impressive!" Luen growled lowly.

"You've got my full attention now, human."

"Starting today, you're my official quarry—fight desperately to survive!"

Right after those words, Luen whipped his right hand's Single-bladed Battle Axe forward, chopping fiercely at Rein from afar.

Suddenly, warning signals blared in Rein's head!

"Virtualization!" In a flash, with no time to pour points into stamina recovery, Rein triggered his unique Void Dragon skill.

The Dark Silver Dragon stretching over eighty meters turned partly see-through on the spot.

"Sizzle!"

But even then, a deep gash ripped open abruptly across Rein's dragon form, from left neck to right wing base, blood gushing upward.

"What?!"

"My Virtualization should block over ninety percent of physical harm, but this..." Rein's eyes went wide, fixated in disbelief on the lengthy mark across his chest.

"Eh? Not done for yet?"

Truth be told, the God of Hunting Luen felt even more taken aback than Rein.

As a Deity, he understood perfectly what move he'd unleashed.

Against his 'Tearing Strike', any other Deity's Divine Body would shred instantly, but this human had somehow withstood it using a peculiar power.

"Dual Ability Talent?"

"With the Multi-Headed Dragon Bloodline, you've already tapped 'Subspace Teleportation' and now pull out 'Virtualization'—that's talent way above the norm."

Luen swiftly pegged Rein's prior and current skills as echoing a Void Dragon's signature moves.

"Looks like I ought to snag you alive for some examination."

...

Rein pondered tactics inwardly too.

In that brief clash moments ago, Rein had burned through plenty of aces; without the three-point restore he'd done, his stamina would've run dry ages back.

"If three-headed 'Molten Core Flame' fell short, then four it is!"

"But first, I've got to throw him off balance."

As Rein's gaze sharpened, a colossal metal beast rose slowly from the earth kilometers distant, unveiling the massive head of a Demon Tyrannosaurus.

Its blood-red eyes fixed on the God of Hunting Luen hovering far in the air.

"Huh?"

Picking up on the disturbance, Luen—locked in standoff with Rein—glanced briefly toward the surface.

"Swish!"

Twin beams of red Energy lanced straight at Luen.

Simultaneously, Rein activated Shadow Shifting, materializing behind Luen in near-instant fashion.

"Roar!!!"

A fresh bulge formed along the neck of Rein's Dark Silver Dragon shape, as a fourth Red Dragon head blinked open.

The Red Dragon Secret Technique 'Molten Core Flame' boasted the advantage that, given sufficient Extreme Old Dragon-level Red Dragons, its might could layer endlessly.

"Fiery Breath!" All four dragon heads belched forth tapered jets of fire!

The quartet of fiery cones converged on the God of Hunting Luen at once, birthing a huge fireball before him that blazed with a blinding white glow, dwarfing the previous one.

"You..." Confronted by this radiance outshining the sun by scores, Luen's expression twisted into outright alarm for the first time!

More resolute than ever, Rein Shadow Shifted once more to his rear, clamping Luen's arms fast with his dragon talons and coiling his tail snug around the waist.

Only the primary dragon head stayed concealed.

"Boom!!!"

An even vaster mushroom cloud erupted skyward!

On this occasion, the blast wave rattled structures thousands of meters down, damaging close to a hundred edifices to differing extents.

Moments after, no trace remained of the towering God of Hunting Luen in the heavens, just the blood-soaked Dark Silver Dragon lingering.

That said, Rein's own state was rough, panting hard, his dragon tail reduced to a stub—most of it vaporized clean in the savage detonation.

The sturdy claws hung in tatters, scales long gone, scant muscle clinging to the bone with red flecks.

Nevertheless, despite the dire wounds, Rein's eyes gleamed with fierce intensity, locked straight forward.

There hovered a hand-sized crimson crystal, akin to a Divine Power Crystal, floating midair; a closer look revealed Luen's furious face etched across its glossy facets.

"A Divine Power Crystal? Wait, no—this vibe, it's a Divine Fragment."

Rein sensed the potent Will pulsing inside, straight from the God of Hunting Luen.

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