Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer Chapter 368
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Sam could sense all the citizens and the situation of the whole city at this moment and he noticed that half of them are drained of their energy.
Even the energy cell pillars are half drained. Sam felt like the light curtain and the Laser curtain and the final laser beam seemed to have used too much spiritual energy, a lot more than he thought.
The battle is finally over, but he didn't relax one bit and so did the citizens of the city, they don't know what exactly is happening outside anyway, so they are still infusing the spiritual energy.
Sam shifted his concentration to the remaining three people who just arrived before Old One's death.
His perception landed on Sravan and the three consummate realm cultivators could feel a faint sense of hostility.
Sam's voice once again greeted them.
"It is good that you guys are here and particularly you, Faction head of the Beast faction. Oh, I am sorry. I think I should call you former head of the Beast faction now."
His words contained obvious mockery and Sravan felt his face burning.
Sam could see the hostility in his face.
"Since you came this far, it would be great for you to stay here forever."
With that, there is another moment within the city, but this time, instead of the laser beam, something else came out of it.
From the top floor of the tower, a large circular door opened and A large metallic cylinder with a pointy end came out.
That is actually a missile.
But the main fuel was the high-grade methane of a Level-7 fire element beast and along with it, there are many other things and Sravan was about to witness that in a second as the missile was launched at him.
There is a Spirit enchanted to the missile and there are flexible fins that could help the missile change the direction. It is like a small guidance system.
As the missile came closer, Sravan and the rest sensed the crisis and Sai is the first one to yell.
"Sam, stop this, we are not hostile."
But once launched what is the use of yelling.
The missile moved like a flash of flames as it made its way toward Sravan at an unbelievable speed and there are some runic symbols that are activated in the middle of its flight.
What no one could see is that as soon as the runes are activated, some chambers within the missile opened and some chemicals started mixing with each other.
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There are seven chambers in the missile and two of them are fuel for travel and possibly an explosion if they reach the target earlier.
In the remaining five chambers, one of them has a mixture of anesthetic poisons along with the anesthetic poison and paralysis poison of Mia which was diluted in a hundred percent alcohol.
The fourth chamber was full of herbal fluids that are made into alcohol. All these herbal fluids are numbing agents that play with their senses.
The fifth chamber is full of Impact crystal shards which will explode upon the impact.
The Sixth chamber and Seventh chamber are holding the Space jades full of compressed methane which will act as primary explosives.
Sam designed this to deal with a Transcendent stage cultivator, three of them could kill a fully healthy peak stage transcendent stage cultivator, provided that he took three hits squarely.
He is using them because he needs some time to charge for another laser beam attack.
So, he started firing these missiles so that he could buy time.
Sravan felt like cursing Sam and his eighteen generations of ancestors when he saw the missiles flying towards him.
There are five of them and he is extremely weak at this moment.
The toll of the energy collision aside, he was recently ambushed by three middle-stage consummate realm cultivators and is still recovering from that.
To his dismay, his wyvern is not with him at this moment.
He started running away like crazy.
He doesn't want to stay near the vicinity of the city, he already saw what happened to Old one and doesn't want to experience it himself.
Even if he can attack the missile that is coming, he decided to do that after he left the surroundings of the city and that turned out to be a big mistake.
The Spirits in the missiles started burning the fuel in the second chamber and their speed increased and the first missile reached the target.
Sravan felt helpless and made some hand-signs as he chanted.
"Blood Line Forbidden Art: Frost Coffin."
With that, he covered himself with an Ice Coffin that is made of the thousand- year old frost essence.
The Ice that was formed used the bloodline energy and even its color is Blood red.
One Missile after another, the five missiles hit him.
Sai, who is hesitating whether to make a move or not, saw the whole scene and gulped.
The Frost coffin is one of the greatest defensive techniques in the history of the beast faction.
There are only a few people who were able to master it. It uses a person's blood essence and frost essence to create the strongest ice possible.
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When the smoke of various colors disappeared, what left of the infamous frost coffin was a thin layer of ice with some holes.
The worst part is that he wasn't able to stop the vapors of the anesthetic poisons and the numbing herbs.
The five explosions tore the coffin apart.
The missiles didn't kill him neither the impact crystals all destroyed most of the coffin.
If it was just that physical attack, one could argue that Sravan easily blocked the attack completely. But the problem is that his body was extremely damaged from the injuries he got from the ambush and the energy collision with Old One.
Sai even felt like they all battled so that they could come here and die in Sam's hands.
Sravan felt numb from the vapors and the anesthetic poisons are working their magic.
At this moment, Sai and the other person sensed highly concentrated energy and they saw the glass sphere is condensing the light beam. The finishing blow is coming.
"Sam, stop it." Sai is yelling at the top of his lungs. Meanwhile, the third person is confused and asked.
"Is he really with the Church?"
He asked in a low voice, but Sam's sensory perception couldn't help but pick that up.
"You better watch what you say." Sam's voice came from afar. That person shivered at the thought that a light beam will be directed at him.
"No, it is more of a personal feud. It is due to what happened in the beast faction a few months ago." Sai explained.
That person seemed to remember something and said.
"Oh, but I heard that kid tore open the beast faction a new one and he is still holding a grudge after that?"
Sai couldn't help but shake his head and suddenly he felt hopeful. Because, he sensed a bunch of strong auras coming from the Space gate and when he saw, The thunder god temple head, the grand elders of the thunder god temple and the rest of the team are coming in their fastest speed.
The light beam is still condensing and it seemed to have been taking even more energy than the beam that attacked Old One.
It seemed like he doesn't want to leave any possibility of him escaping.
But Sam also seemed to have sensed the new visitors and launched the laser beam.
The light beam attacks take a lot of energy, but there is one advantage to it and that is its speed.
Before the thunder god temple head and others could make sense, the light beam has already reached Sravan and made a hole in his chest. The light beam this time is a lot more condensed than the previous one and didn't cover Sravan's entire body.
Sai, who is already exhausted, made his move at this moment, he activated partial elemental fusion and used his hand covered in flames to push Sravan out of the light beam's trajectory, this is the time he was waiting for.
He knew the speed of the attack, and it is impossible to dodge, they can only let the person take the hit and move him off the track instantly to make them absorb minimum damage.
Sam who sat on top of the tower, is already bleeding like crazy. His three friends on the floors below are also starting to feel the stress on their mental strength because unlike others in the city, they are lending the spiritual energy as well as the spiritual sense to support Sam's attacks.
Simply put, they are here to take some mental burden off of Sam.
Sam also noticed that the mental burden is increasing and felt like they wouldn't be able to take it anymore.
He tried to move the laser beam a bit more and tried to follow Sravan.
But this time, the thing that defended is not Sai's fire, rather a shield of concentrated water came in and deflected the laser beam.
"You guys really like meddling in other's things." Sam's voice was heard but this time it is shaking a bit and felt a lot weaker than before.
They looked at Sam's city to decide on what to do, but at this moment Sai's voice came.
"Leave him alone, Sravan is still alive. It is a personal feud anyway."
The thunder god temple head acknowledged and asked.
"What happened to Old one?"
"Dead. Killed by Sam. The War is over."
They all looked at Sam's city and the glass sphere, the damage caused by the missiles, and the hole in Sravan's chest.
"How did he even do all of that?" Someone asked in genuine surprise and curiosity.
"Answer for that is something that only he knows."
Sai said these words and all of them started moving back to the Space gate. They have to tie the loose ends of the War.
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